I heard a knock. I wasn't expecting anyone today. I opened the door, Cody. Disheveled, in sweatpants, with a small bag and anger written all over his face.
“Did you guys fight again?”
He nodded.
“She said she ‘needed space.’ So I gave her space.”
I let him in without asking. In this house, the door was always open for him. He threw his bag in the corner and sat down on my couch like someone who was fed up with the world. I handed him a beer.
“The couch's free. Grab a blanket if you get cold.”
He didn't answer. He just took a sip and stared at the TV, where a game was on that neither of us was watching anymore.
It was quiet for an hour. Not an awkward silence. The kind that forms between people who have unfinished thoughts.
I felt something hanging in the air.
I looked at him, he was sitting with his eyes fixed on the screen, but his hand was wandering. Down his neck. Down his thigh. Down his belt. And sometimes... lower.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, as if I didn't know.
“I don't know. I can't stop thinking about it,” he said without looking up.
I didn't need to ask what was going on.
We sat there for a while longer. Then I got up.
“I'm going to take a quick shower.”
I went to the bathroom and closed the door. As the water began to run down my neck, I realized that something was about to happen. Something different. Something I wasn't expecting.
I turned off the water. I wrapped a towel around my hips, my wet hair still dripping down my neck. I wiped the mirror, looked at myself, and sighed. The thought of Cody was still running through my head, and I could feel it in my body.
When I entered the room... I froze.
He was lying on my bed. On his back. Naked. His hands under his head, his legs slightly apart. In the semi-darkness, he looked like something out of a fucking dream. Hard. Ready. And absolutely sure why he was there.
“Cody...” I muttered.
He looked at me, without a smile. Just pure tension.
“I want it again.”
“What about your girlfriend?”
“She's not here now, is she?”
I fell silent. I dropped the towel. His gaze fell on my hips.
“You know I liked it.” His voice was lower than usual. “But now... I want to feel it again. And better.”
I approached him. His gaze was fixed on me like a pin. I put my knee on the bed.
“Cody... are you sure?”
“Yes, I am.”
I leaned in, our faces close.
“You have no idea what you've just started.”
“Let's find out,” he whispered.
At that moment, everything inside me let go. There was no turning back.
Before I could say anything, Cody came up to me on his knees. His eyes were different than last time, no longer uncertain. They were hungry. And confident. As if his whole body was screaming, “Now it's my turn.”
He wrapped his arms around my hips and looked up at me.
“Stand up.” His voice was calm, low. Almost a command.
I didn't move. I just looked down at him, feeling myself growing faster than I should have.
Then his hands grabbed my thighs. His lips touched my lower abdomen first. A soft kiss. Another one lower. And another. Until his tongue touched my tip.
I closed my eyes.
“Oh fuck...”
He sucked me in slowly. All of me. Without hesitation. Hot. Wet. Perfect. He started moving his head in a rhythm that was damn precise. His lips were slippery. His hands were on my hips, controlling my every move.
“What are you doing to me...” I gasped, leaning my hand against the wall.
He pulled away only for a moment.
“You thought you were the only one who could dominate?” he whispered, sliding his tongue along my vein.
Before I could answer, he sucked again, deeper, harder. My stomach tightened, my whole body moaned inside. Just a moment more and... no, I couldn't give it to him so quickly.
I grabbed his hair.
“Enough. My move. Again.”
Cody just smiled and lay down on his stomach.
“Well, show me who's really in charge here.”
Cody was already lying with his face in the pillow. His ass was sticking out, his breathing uneven. His arms were stretched out in front of him, as if he was offering himself. Without fear. Without shame. Just pure: “Do it to me again.”
I reached for the lube in the drawer. I smeared the cold gel between his buttocks. He moaned.
“Relax, it won't be gentle anymore,” I whispered, spreading it around his entrance.
I grabbed the base of my cock and pushed in. I didn't wait. I didn't take it slowly. He wasn't the same boy he was the first time.
“Oh, fuck...” he gasped, lifting his hips. “Fuck me, Matt. Yes, just like that...”
The movements were rhythmic, strong, deep. I entered him, feeling him envelop me, his body already knowing and needing me. He bounced off me, his moans growing louder. His hands clenched the sheets. He said something between a plea and a curse.
“You're mine,” I whispered, pressing against his back. “And you'll never stop wanting this.”
“I don't want to!” he moaned. “I need... this... you...”
I thrust one last time, deep and hard. I pulled out abruptly and shot onto his loins, stomach, and neck. Warm drops spilled onto his skin. He shuddered. And then I lay down on top of him, still catching my breath, still pulsing inside him.
“It was supposed to be just once, remember?” I whispered in his ear, laughing softly.
“Now look what you've done to me.”
He didn't laugh. He just turned his head, looked at me and said:
“And you haven't seen what I can do to you yet.”
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