Love Is Always Write Volume 4

torturing both of them.
    What else do you like ? This ? Jay nuzzled Simon's crack, going low to lick behind his balls and working his way up. Simon grunted and spread his legs further. That would be a yes . Jay didn't remember when he'd done this last, or to whom. It didn't matter. He closed his eyes and concentrated on Simon, hearing the catch of his breathing when Jay stabbed him with his tongue, the faint whine every time Jay used the flat of his tongue anywhere and everywhere.
    Simon finally lunged for the nightstand, grabbed the lube and a condom and swung a hand back at Jay to drop them on the bed. "This is really nice and all, but I'd like you to fuck me now, okay?" Simon glared at Jay with one eye, the effect ruined by the way he breathed like somebody who'd just run up three flights of stairs.
    Jay got on his knees, and with no warning, popped his thumb inside Simon, riding on spit. Simon hissed and Jay hummed at him. He'd like to do that some more, see how far he could take Simon. Another time, if he got that lucky. Jay drizzled some lube and worked two fingers in deep, twisting until Simon arched and grunted happily, sounding a lot like Goliath. While Simon rode his fingers, Jay managed the condom one-handed and slicked himself up. He added a third finger and spread them, shivering when Simon groaned and slid his knees further apart.
    He pulled his fingers out and smoothed both hands over Simon's ass, spreading his cheeks. He paused. Ready ? Simon breathed out, welcoming Jay inside.
    Even after the careful prep, Simon was tight, and Jay shoved halfway in and hung there, breathing deep and waiting, trying not to listen to the way Simon whimpered or he'd lose it. Simon reached back and tugged at Jay's flank.
    "'S'okay," he muttered. "More."
    Jay gripped Simon's hips and pulled him back, clenched his jaw and slid all the way home, his balls brushing Simon's skin. His turn to whimper now, with Simon deliriously hot and tight around him.
    Simon sighed, ending in a groan when Jay rolled his hips. "That's it, baby." Simon braced his arms and dropped his head. "Do that again."
    Jay managed two strokes before he gave in and looked down, leaning back so he could see Simon stretched around him. The words slipped out before he could stop them. "Look at you," he rumbled. "God, that's perfect. Exactly how I thought you'd look."
    Simon made a sound, a startled moan, and now his ass was still tight, just not so ... tense. Jay groaned, not sure what he'd done but delighted anyway. And then like before, when they'd kissed for the first time, it all made sense: Simon shifted the least bit, Jay adjusted his angle, and they were in sync, like they'd done this together for years instead of less than two minutes.
    "Oh God, yes." Simon grabbed the bedding in both hands, rocking back to meet every stroke, urging Jay deeper. "More."
    Jay swore under his breath and concentrated on hitting the exact right spot, rubbing past Simon's gland to draw another startled moan out of him. He had it now, the rhythm and the motion, same as riding, the same fluid rock and roll of his hips and spine. And Simon moved with him, breathing in counterpoint, harsh panting while the tension rose and built, neither one looking to postpone the inevitable.
    "Harder. God, Jay, please – harder." Simon's shoulders bunched, and Jay let go of his hips to run a hand up his spine, wanting to taste the sweat rising on his skin. From the strangled sound of his whine, Simon's teeth were clenched, and he forced Jay to meet his faster pace.
    Jay wanted to ask if Simon could come like this, just from this, no hands, but he was so damned close – no way could he make words now. The boiling ache behind his balls, in them, hovered on the edge of too much, every burning brush of his thighs against Simon's flesh cranking him higher and tighter. And oh yeah, the indescribable slick heat surrounding his cock, the way Simon clasped every inch of him – he panted and trapped a whine behind his teeth as he tunneled into the absolute perfect combination of taut resistance and melting, sucking welcome.
    "Please, baby." He didn't know how he could speak, but the words were there, dark and raspy. "Come for me, Simon."
    Simon dropped his chest to the mattress and writhed on Jay's dick, his deep moan rising to a desperate keen. He bucked, and his ass clamped down, whiting Jay's vision and ripping his orgasm right out of him so fast his breath stuttered to a stop. Then he roared,