Good Love

And then he was inside of him. Suddenly, slowly, easing his way in. Peter chewed hard on his lower lip, a habit that he could not break no matter how hard he tried.

“Don’t bite,” Cyprien breathed, giving his boyfriend a moment to get used to the feeling, not even having to look at Peter to know what he was doing. He moved his hands down to Peter’s hips, pushing them up more, eliciting a deep moan from the back of the boy’s throat. Cyprien smiled, bending so his stomach was on Peter’s lower back, and began thrusting torturously shallowly, knowing how Peter liked it, wanting to make him writhe beneath him.

Sure enough, with a frustrated moan, Peter pushed his hips back against Cyprien’s. The latter let out a soft chuckle, making Peter’s ears blush to a bright scarlet.

“What’s the matter, pretty boy?” Peter only moaned again as Cyprien stopped moving.

“Cyprien...”

“What do you want?”

“You.”

“You’ve got me.”

Another groan.

“Be specific, love.”

“Go hard.”

Cyprien smiled, as this was enough for him at the moment. He started up with his slow rhythm again before suddenly pushing himself in hard and fast, how he knew his Peter liked it. Peter clenched lightly around him in response, dirty noises coming from his mouth, a smile audible in them.

The room was now very hot, filled with only the sounds of their heavy breathing and skin hitting against skin. Peter gave one of his whimpering moans, the little pathetic noises he’d make when he was reaching his climax. Cyprien appeased him and reached down to stroke his cock in time to his thrusts, breathing against the back of Peter’s neck as he did so.

Cyprien moved as hard as he could, no longer able to keep control over what he was saying. “Peteryou’resofuckingtight,” came out in a hurried breath as sweat dripped down his forehead. With a final rough groan and a slur of swears, Peter reached his orgasm, coming onto the sheets below him, tightening around Cyprien’s cock. Cyprien followed soon after, biting down on the nape of Peter’s neck.

They stayed put for a moment, both trying to catch their breath. Cyprien took a deep breath and gently, carefully pulled out and lied down on his back. Peter fell to his stomach, chest heaving. Cyprien pulled him into his arms, knowing Peter far too well to let him lie there alone. Peter turned and nestled against his neck, so content to be with Cyprien, so thankful to be in his arms.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

With sleepy smiles exchanged between them, they both closed their eyes and drifted into an easy sleep, eager to wake up next to each other in only a matter of hours.