Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

hell, don't say stuff like that," Scott said, face flushed from more than just having his dick sucked and stroked. Devon had a definite way of making him blush, and he was immensely glad for the dimness of the room he hoped hid the redness high in his cheeks, though it didn't do a damn thing to lessen the sexy sparkle in Devon's eyes.
    "How you wanna do this?" Devon said, smothering Scott's mouth in another kiss that ended in sweet little nips and sucks to Scott's bottom lip. He pulled Scott to his side, slipping one of his legs between Scott's thighs while his knee moved gently back and forth over Scott's dick.
    "The usual way?" Scott offered, too caught up in the sensations running through his body and brain. He wasn't sure if Devon had been serious about coming in his jeans, but dammit if Scott wasn't literally afraid he might go off just from kissing Devon, never mind having Devon's knee rub over his cock.
    "You want me to…"
    "Oh, God yes. Are you always this annoyingly polite? Lube and condoms - top drawer. And get those goddamn pants off before I revisit my teenage premature ejaculation."
    Bold and witty; who knew Scott could be both at the same time and in such a desperate situation. He kicked his legs, trying to free them of the pants that still held his ankles hostage. Devon finally helped him out, tugging so hard Scott nearly slid off the bed, the both of them bursting out laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. The snick of the lube tube broke the spell and Scott rose up to his rest on his elbows, spreading his legs wide and watching Devon wiggle out of his jeans at the same time he ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth.
    Devon slipped the latex over his rock-hard dick and Scott moaned a little in despair that he hadn't been able to feel Devon's length in his hand, his mouth. His dramatic moment was short-lived when Devon crawled between his legs and kissed him, deep and hungry, the two of them breathless before too long. He flinched when a cool, sticky finger brushed over his hole then broke the kiss momentarily to stare into Devon's eyes.
    "Slow?" Devon said, shifting his body so he rested more on the bed and less on Scott. "When's the last time you—"
    Scott narrowed his eyes, hips rising off the bed in an effort to encourage Devon to hurry the hell up. "Did I mention you talk too much? It's been a while, but if you don't do it soon, you won't be doing it at all."
    Devon's laugh was like magic dust being tossed into the room, making everything dazzling and shiny. He assaulted Scott's lips again just before Scott felt the first breaching of his body: slow, but firm, Devon's finger pressing in and circling the outside a few times before twisting back inside.
    An involuntary moan escaped Scott's throat, partly pain, partly pleasure, but all hurry-the-fuck-up. He lifted his hips again, bearing down on the finger and forcing it further inside his passage. It had been a long time since he'd bottomed, but hell if he was going to let that stop him from climaxing with Devon firmly implanted in his ass.
    Devon sucked Scott's bottom lip between his teeth, one finger becoming two as he followed Scott's forceful instructions. He fucked both fingers in and out, faster and harder with each twist and stab, the added curl at the end spiking little promises of impending orgasm straight to Scott's cock.
    "Enough," Scott demanded against Devon's lips. He could barely form a thought in his head let alone complete a full sentence. "Cock, not fingers." Devon complied with a grunt, replacing his fingers with the head of his dick, slowly breaching Scott's ass. Scott moaned. "Move, Devon."
    Devon pushed in a little further, Scott's body seizing momentarily, the muscles in his ass clenching and unclenching. He fought the pain for a moment before that sweet feeling of his muscles releasing washed over him and his body finally welcomed the intrusion. Devon paused, eyes meeting Scott's in a silent question. Scott answered by bucking his hips upward, the motion impaling Devon's cock further into his ass, the pleasure/pain rocking his entire body.
    After a few shallow thrusts, Devon wrapped his hand around Scott's calf, stretching his leg up and to the side. He let his dick slip out then impaled himself fully, pounding in and out of Scott with no holds barred. Scott's dick pulsed against his belly, leaking profusely while his fingers curled and clenched in the blanket beneath him. He gasped out small breaths, his