Bullheaded

evaporated. Johnny jutted his hips forward helpfully, hoping to give Cody a hint, but his lover skirted Johnny’s cock standing at attention, instead dropping to his knees to lick at the sensitive furrow between abdomen and thigh, and then he felt the scrape of whiskers on his inner thigh before Cody licked at his balls.
    His knees melted as Cody moved him, turning him to face the sink, bending him over. Johnny braced his hands against the vanity and leaned his cheek on the cool stone, widening his stance.
    Strong hands spread his buttocks and held them, kneading them. His cock bobbed in front, almost smacking his stomach when he felt warm air on his hole. He could feel his muscles clench, and then the softest, wettest kiss on the delicate skin sent a jolt of exquisite pleasure up his spine.
    He arched his back, wordlessly begging for more.
    “Let me hear you,” Cody murmured, his fingers still working the round globes.
    It was hard for Johnny. He was more used to needing to be quiet, but he wanted the feeling so bad, he allowed a whimper to escape from his throat.
    The reward was instant. Cody’s tongue slid within his crease, lingering over his hole. Johnny moaned, losing himself in the sensation. His hips started a tiny flexing motion.
    Cody’s tongue lapped gently at the puckered skin, gradually growing more insistent as the point probed his hole and then withdrew, darting around like a hummingbird, keeping him on the edge. All the while, the tension and strength drained out of Johnny’s muscles ’til he almost felt that only Cody’s hands were holding him up. The coolness of the water drying on his body and the pleasingly damp curtain of hair heightened his sensitivity to the fire Cody was igniting within him. He didn’t want to come too soon. He tried to fight off the temptation to allow himself to drift closer to the ultimate pleasure, but then he would force the delicious sensation to dissolve and ebb away, dissipating like a soap bubble until the next time Cody sealed his mouth over his hole and sucked. Teasing him. Making him beg. Waiting for him to ask for it.
    “Fuck me,” he said softly. “Fuck me.”

    C ODY loved feeling the taut hardness of Johnny’s body turn to water in his hands, loved the power of knowing that however he positioned him, whatever he told him to do, Johnny was so lost in the moment, he would submit to his desires.
    The tight opening that blossomed under his attentions seemed to beg to be taken. Cody was hard as a rock from eating Johnny out; it was his second favorite thing. The first, of course, was fucking. He wanted to be inside that delicious hole.
    He lifted his face and ran his hands up and down the beautiful slim body, trembling now, waiting to be fucked. He opened the drawer, knowing Johnny would hear the sound and know what was coming next. The tearing of the packet, sliding the condom over his hard dick, a squeeze of lube over the latex, another squirt on his fingers. Cody stood up and nuzzled the back of Johnny’s neck while he worked a couple fingers into the slick channel.
    Johnny moaned again, his eyes closed, all nerves and anticipation as he stuck his ass out, the better to ride the fingers entering him. Cody loved that, the arch of his back, the luscious curve of his ass, the passionate eagerness for him. He’d never had a lover so responsive, but maybe it was because he’d never had a lover who meant so much to him before.
    From his kissing and licking, Cody could tell Johnny was ready and pulled his fingers out. He positioned himself behind his lover and pushed Johnny down, pinning him in place. In the past he’d had trouble fucking someone against a wall, but it was as if Johnny was made for him; the exact right height, and the curves of their bodies fit perfectly together. He worked his way in to the music of Johnny’s gasps and moans, pushing the head of his cock past the tight ring and then out, teasing him just a little, loving the sight of the of the dark-pink flesh stretching to accommodate him.
    The heat was incredible closing around his cock. Johnny’s muscles seemed to suck him inside, the channel tight enough to enclose and hold him in a firm grip. He slid an arm around Johnny’s waist and turned his head with his other hand so they could kiss while he sank his hard cock inside.
    Then he slowly pulled out, pushed deeply in, and held for a moment. Cody started to move in slow, romantic strokes, gliding softly in and out while enjoying