The first lick was slow — maddeningly so — Liam's tongue dragging upward in a single, molten stripe that had Ethan's fingers clawing at the sheets. Liam chuckled darkly at the reaction, repeating the motion with added pressure, his hands gripping Ethan's hips to keep him from rutting against the mattress. "You're gorgeous like this," Liam muttered against his skin, the words vibrating through Ethan's nerves. "All that strength, and here you are —" Another lick, slower, wetter. "— shaking apart for me."
Ethan groaned into the pillow, his cock dripping onto the sheets. Liam's tongue circled his entrance, teasing without penetration, until Ethan was panting, his thighs trembling. Only then did Liam press inside, just the tip of his tongue at first, shallow little flicks that drew punched-out noises from Ethan's throat. The wrestler arched, his spine bowing under the sensation, but Liam's hands held him down, relentless.
Liam’s tongue worked deeper, unhurried and thorough, until Ethan’s hips were rocking back in silent pleading. The rugby player exhaled a ragged laugh against his skin, then pulled away just enough to murmur, “If you want more ...” His thumb replaced his tongue, pressing in slow circles that had Ethan’s breath stuttering. “... use your words, wrestler.”
Ethan growled into the pillow, the sound half frustration, half surrender. “Fuck me properly,” he demanded, voice wrecked.
Liam’s answering grin was audible. “Since you asked so nicely.” His fingers replaced his thumb, two sliding in with obscene ease, still slick from earlier. Ethan arched into the stretch, his body remembering Liam perfectly. The rugby player curled his fingers just so, brushing that spot inside him with practiced precision, and Ethan’s vision whited out for a second. “There we go,” Liam murmured, his free hand smoothing down the dip of Ethan’s spine. “I knew you’d enjoy this.”
Ethan's groan dissolved into a shuddering exhale as Liam's fingers crooked inside him again, the pressure just shy of unbearable. He buried his face in the pillow to muffle another noise — something embarrassingly close to a whimper — as Liam's thumb brushed his perineum in slow, maddening circles. "Fuck," Ethan gritted out, hips pushing back against Liam's hand. "If you're gonna — ah — fuck me, then —"
Liam's chuckle was warm against the small of Ethan's back. "Impatient," he mused, withdrawing his fingers with a slick sound that made heat coil low in Ethan's belly. The wrestler barely had time to miss the stretch before Liam's hands gripped his hips, hauling him upright onto his knees. Ethan's back collided with Liam's chest, the rugby player's cock sliding between his thighs, hot and insistent. Liam's breath was ragged against his ear. "Better?"
Ethan reached back, tangling his fingers in Liam's hair as the rugby player rocked against him, their sweat-slick skin sliding together. "Getting there," he managed, tilting his head to give Liam access to his throat. Liam didn't hesitate — his teeth grazed Ethan's pulse point, not hard enough to mark, just enough to make his breath stutter.
Liam’s hands slid around Ethan’s waist, calloused fingers splaying across his abdomen as he pulled him flush against his chest. The wrestler could feel Liam’s cock nestled in the cleft of his ass, throbbing with every ragged breath the rugby player took against his neck. “Christ, you’re perfect,” Liam muttered, lips dragging along Ethan’s shoulder blade. His grip tightened, one hand sliding down to grip Ethan’s cock while the other guided himself to Ethan’s entrance. The press was slow, deliberate — Liam sheathing himself inch by torturous inch, his hips rolling in tiny, fluid motions until he was buried to the hilt. Ethan’s head fell back against Liam’s shoulder, a broken moan tearing from his throat as Liam’s arm banded around his waist, holding him close.
For a heartbeat, neither of them moved — Liam’s breath hot against Ethan’s neck, his chest rising and falling against Ethan’s back. Then Liam’s free hand tangled in Ethan’s hair, tugging just enough to make the wrestler gasp. “It's amazing ...” Liam murmured, voice rough with awe, “... how well we fit together. Like we were made for each other.” His hips rolled experimentally, drawing a shuddering exhale from Ethan, who clenched around him instinctively. Liam groaned, his forehead dropping to Ethan’s shoulder. “Fuck, Ethan —”
Ethan reached back, fingers digging into Liam’s thigh as the rugby player began to move — not the frantic pace of their earlier coupling, but something deeper, more deliberate. Each thrust was a slow, measured slide, Liam’s cock dragging against Ethan's prostate with devastating precision. The wrestler’s thighs trembled, his breath coming in ragged bursts as Liam’s hand tightened around his cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. “That’s it,” Liam breathed, his voice wrecked. “Just like that. Let me feel you.”
Liam’s teeth grazed the tendon behind Ethan’s ear — not biting, just there — a silent counterpoint to the relentless drag of his cock inside him. The wrestler’s knuckles whitened where they gripped Liam’s thigh, his other hand scrabbling for purchase against the headboard as Liam’s thrusts deepened, each stroke punching a ragged noise from his throat. Liam's palm smoothed up Ethan’s chest, thumb brushing a nipple until it peaked under his touch.
Ethan’s laugh came out breathless, half-muffled against the pillow. “Christ, you — ah — talk too much,” he managed, hips pushing back to meet Liam’s next thrust. The rugby player’s responding groan vibrated against his spine, fingers tightening around Ethan’s cock in a way that made his vision blur. Liam’s rhythm stuttered then, his control fraying — short, sharp snaps of his hips that had Ethan’s toes curling into the sheets.
The wrestler could feel it building again, that slow coil of heat low in his belly, tighter with every drag of Liam’s cock inside him. He arched back, seeking friction, but Liam’s grip on him was unyielding, his strokes measured even as his breath came in ragged bursts. “Not yet,” Liam muttered against his shoulder, biting down just hard enough to make Ethan gasp. “I want to feel you cum around me first.”
Ethan’s groan dissolved into a shudder as Liam’s fingers tightened around his cock, his thumb swiping over the leaking head in slow, torturous circles. The wrestler’s thighs trembled, his body strung tight between Liam’s relentless thrusts and the maddening rhythm of his hand. “Fuck — Liam —” Ethan’s voice cracked, his hips jerking forward into Liam’s grip only to be pulled back by the deep, rolling snap of Liam’s hips. The rugby player’s breath was hot against his neck, ragged and uneven, his teeth grazing the nape of Ethan’s neck in a way that sent sparks skittering down his spine.
Liam’s free hand slid up Ethan’s chest, calloused fingers brushing a nipple before pinching just enough to make Ethan gasp. “Tell me,” Liam murmured, his voice rough with restraint. “Tell me how close you are.” His hips rocked forward, grinding deep, the head of his cock pressing against Ethan’s prostate with unerring precision. Ethan’s fingers scrabbled against the headboard, his knuckles whitening as pleasure coiled tighter, hotter, his body tightening around Liam in silent plea.
“Close,” Ethan gritted out, the word barely more than a exhale. “So fucking close —” His voice broke as Liam’s thumb circled the head of his cock again, smearing precum in slick, dizzying strokes. Liam’s chuckle was dark, satisfied, his lips brushing the shell of Ethan’s ear as he adjusted his angle, each thrust now a deliberate, grinding roll that had Ethan seeing stars.
Ethan’s orgasm hit like a freight train — slow at first, then all-consuming, his body arching against Liam’s chest as waves of pleasure rolled through him. Cum spilled hot over Liam’s fingers, streaking his abdomen as his thighs trembled violently. Liam groaned, his rhythm stuttering for the first time, his hips jerking erratically as Ethan’s body clenched around him in relentless pulses. "Fuck — Ethan —" Liam’s voice was raw, his forehead dropping between Ethan’s shoulder blades as he came with a choked gasp, his cock pulsing deep inside him. Ethan could feel the warmth spreading, Liam’s hips grinding in shallow circles as he rode out the last of his climax, his breath ragged against Ethan’s damp skin.
For a long moment, neither moved — Liam’s arms locked around Ethan’s waist, their bodies still connected, breaths syncing in the heavy quiet. Slowly, Liam eased Ethan down onto the mattress, his cock slipping free with a soft sound that made Ethan shiver. The wrestler rolled onto his side, limbs loose and sated, as Liam collapsed beside him, their legs tangling instinctively. Liam’s hand found Ethan’s hip, thumb tracing idle circles over the bone, his touch lingering like he couldn’t quite stop touching.
"Are you okay?" Liam murmured, voice thick with exhaustion. His fingers trailed up Ethan’s flank, mapping the dip of his ribs.
Ethan exhaled a laugh, catching Liam’s wrist before his fingers could trace higher. "Christ, you’re worse than a post-match medic," he muttered, but there was no bite to it — just a warmth that pooled low in his belly when Liam’s thumb brushed the inside of his wrist. The rugby player’s calluses snagged against his skin, rough in a way that sent a shiver down Ethan’s spine despite the sweat still drying between them.
Liam’s grin was lazy, satisfied, as he let Ethan guide his hand back to the wrestler’s hip. "I can’t help it," he admitted, voice gravel-rough. "You’re —" His fingers flexed against Ethan’s skin, as if searching for the right words. "— very special to me."
Ethan snorted, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling. The sheets were a lost cause — sticky with sweat and cum, tangled around their legs — but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when Liam’s knee was pressed against his thigh, solid and warm, or when the rugby player’s fingers were still tracing absent patterns along his hipbone like he was memorizing the shape of it.
Moonlight dripped silver across Liam’s collarbones as he shifted onto his side, propping his head on one hand. The other still rested on Ethan’s hip, thumb idly stroking the jut of bone there. "You’re staring," Liam murmured, his voice sleep-rough but amused.
Ethan blinked, realizing he’d been tracing the freckles on Liam’s shoulders with his gaze like they were constellations. "I'm just wondering how the hell you’ve got better muscle definition than me," he lied, reaching out to drag a finger down the groove between Liam’s pectorals. "Rugby players aren’t supposed to look like this."
Liam caught his wrist, pressing Ethan’s palm flat over his heart. The steady thud under his fingers was hypnotic. "Neither are wrestlers supposed to feel like this," Liam countered softly. His thumb brushed the inside of Ethan’s wrist where his pulse jumped.
Ethan's fingers twitched against Liam's chest, tracing the faint scar tissue over his ribs — a roadmap of old battles fought in muddy fields instead of neon-lit rings. The rugby player’s heartbeat was steady under his palm, a quiet metronome in the dark. Liam’s thumb kept brushing his wrist, light as a moth’s wing, and Ethan realized with a jolt that he was waiting. Not for the next round, not for dawn — just waiting, like the space between them mattered more than the inevitable parting.
The thought lodged in his throat. Wrestlers didn’t do mornings-after.
Liam’s exhale ruffled his hair. "Tell me about your first win," he murmured, lips grazing Ethan’s temple. The wrestler stiffened — this wasn’t pillow talk, this was digging — but Liam’s hand slid down to cradle his hipbone, grounding him. "The real one. Not the scripted shit."
Ethan's breath caught. The question wasn't invasive — just intimate in a way that made his skin prickle. He'd told this story a hundred times to reporters, always polished, always performative. But here, with Liam's palm warm against his hip and moonlight striping the sheets, the truth felt heavier.
"Birmingham," he said finally, staring at a water stain on Liam's ceiling. "Local promotion. I was nineteen." His fingers flexed against Liam's chest, nails scraping lightly over scar tissue. "The booker told me to take the fall in six minutes. Some washed-up heel needed heat."
Liam's thumb stilled against his hipbone. Ethan could feel him listening — really listening — in that quiet, unnerving way of his.
Ethan swallowed against the sudden tightness in his throat. "I pinned him in three." The words came out rougher than he intended. "Countered his finisher into a roll-up. The crowd lost their fucking minds." He could still hear the roar, the way the ring had vibrated under his knees.
Liam’s fingers tightened imperceptibly on his hip. "What happened after?"
Ethan huffed a laugh. "I got chewed out backstage. The promoter said I’d never work in professional wrestling again." He turned his head, meeting Liam’s gaze in the half-light. The rugby player’s eyes were dark, intent — not judging, just absorbing. "Next week, three other promoters called. I guess they saw something in me they liked."
Liam’s chuckle was warm against Ethan’s shoulder, his fingers flexing around the wrestler’s hip like he wanted to anchor him there. "I bet that promoter’s eating his words now," he murmured, lips brushing Ethan’s collarbone. The wrestler shivered, not from the touch but from the way Liam said it — like Ethan’s victories mattered to him, like he gave a damn about the scars and the stories behind them.
Ethan rolled onto his side to face Liam properly, their knees bumping under the tangled sheets. Moonlight caught the curve of Liam’s smile, the faint crinkles at the corners of his eyes. "What about you?" Ethan countered, dragging a thumb over Liam’s bottom lip. "First time you scored in front of a full stadium?"
Liam’s teeth grazed Ethan’s thumb — not biting, just there — before he caught the wrestler’s wrist and pressed a kiss to his palm. "Seattle. Rain coming down sideways." His grin turned wicked. "I celebrated by sliding on my knees through the mud. Coach nearly strangled me for ruining the kit."
Ethan laughed, the sound rough with exhaustion but genuine. "Figures you'd be the type to showboat." His fingers traced the curve of Liam's shoulder, following the slope of muscle down to his bicep. The rugby player's skin was warm under his touch, alive in a way that made Ethan's chest tighten strangely.
Liam caught his wandering hand, lacing their fingers together. "Says the man who backflips off turnbuckles for a living." His thumb brushed Ethan's knuckles — the ones that never quite healed right after years of punching canvas. The wrestler should've pulled away. Wrestlers didn't hold hands. But Liam's grip was firm, his palm broad and reassuring, and Ethan found himself squeezing back.
Outside, dawn painted the edges of Liam's blinds pink. Ethan watched the light creep across Liam's chest, highlighting the faint scars and freckles he'd cataloged earlier with his mouth. The rugby player's breathing had evened out, his eyelids heavy but still fixed on Ethan's face with that same unsettling intensity.
The weight of Liam’s gaze made Ethan’s skin prickle. He should’ve been used to being watched — hell, his entire career depended on it — but this was different. This wasn’t the roar of a crowd or the flash of cameras; this was quiet, patient, like Liam was memorizing the way Ethan’s pulse jumped in his throat.
Ethan cleared his throat, suddenly self-conscious. “You’re staring again.”
Liam’s grin was slow, unrepentant. “Can’t help it.” His fingers trailed down Ethan’s forearm, tracing the veins that stood out against his skin. “You’re —” He paused, thumb pressing into the soft flesh of Ethan’s inner elbow. “— gorgeous.”
Ethan’s exhale was half-laugh, half-disbelief as Liam’s thumb continued its lazy path along his arm. “Gorgeous,” he repeated, rolling the word in his mouth like it was a foreign concept. “That’s a first.” Wrestlers were called powerhouses, beasts, machines — never gorgeous.
Liam’s fingers tightened around his wrist, tugging until Ethan’s palm rested over the rugby player’s sternum. “Get used to it,” Liam murmured, his heartbeat steady under Ethan’s touch. Dawn lightened the room around them, softening the edges of Liam’s smirk. “I’ve got a list.”
Ethan arched a brow. “A list?”
Liam’s grin deepened as he rolled onto his back, dragging Ethan halfway atop him. The wrestler braced a forearm beside Liam’s head, their noses nearly touching. “Yeah,” Liam breathed, his free hand mapping the notches of Ethan’s spine. “Things I’ve noticed about you.” His thumb pressed into the dip above Ethan’s tailbone, making him shiver. “Like how you bite your bottom lip when you’re thinking.” He demonstrated, catching Ethan’s lip between his teeth for a heartbeat before releasing it with a soft pop. “Or how your left knee twitches right before you cum.”
Ethan’s laugh gusted warm against Liam’s mouth. “Christ, you’re creepy.” But his hips rocked forward instinctively, slotting against Liam’s thigh as the rugby player’s hands slid down to grip his ass.
“Obsessive,” Liam corrected, kneading the muscle there with a satisfied hum. “There’s a difference.” His palms smoothed up Ethan’s flanks, fingers splaying across his ribs like he was measuring the span of them. Dawn painted gold across the wrestler’s shoulders, highlighting the sweat-damp hair at his nape. Liam’s thumbs brushed Ethan’s nipples, already peaked from the cool morning air. “And you’re sensitive here,” he murmured, circling the tight buds until Ethan’s breath hitched. “But you pretend not to be.”
Ethan’s breath stuttered as Liam’s fingers played over his ribs, mapping each dip and ridge like terrain. “Creepy,” he repeated, but his voice lacked conviction — too breathless, too wrecked from earlier. Liam’s smirk was infuriatingly knowing as he rolled them, pinning Ethan beneath him with the easy strength of a man who tackled giants for a living. The wrestler’s thighs fell open instinctively, heels digging into the mattress as Liam settled between them, their bodies slotting together with practiced ease.
Liam’s lips brushed the shell of Ethan’s ear, his voice a rough whisper. “You hum when you’re close.” His hips rolled forward, dragging a moan from Ethan’s throat that dissolved into a shuddering exhale. “Right there — that sound.” The wrestler’s nails scraped down Liam’s back, leaving fleeting red trails in their wake, but the rugby player didn’t flinch. He caught Ethan’s wrists, pressing them into the pillow above his head as he ground down again, the friction maddeningly slow. “And you arch like this —” Liam’s teeth grazed Ethan’s throat as the wrestler’s spine bowed off the bed, “— when you’re trying not to beg.”
Ethan growled, bucking under Liam’s weight, but the rugby player held firm, his chuckle vibrating against Ethan’s pulse point. “Fuck you,” Ethan gritted out, hips jerking up to seek more friction. Liam’s grip tightened, his thumbs pressing into Ethan’s wrists in a way that shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.
Liam’s laugh was a warm puff against Ethan’s neck as he released his wrists, fingers trailing down the wrestler’s arms with deliberate slowness. “I already did,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the hollow of Ethan’s throat. “Twice.” His palms slid lower, thumbs brushing Ethan’s hipbones before gripping hard enough to leave fleeting fingerprints. “Think I can make it three?”
Ethan’s breath caught as Liam rocked against him, their cocks sliding together in the slick mess between them. Dawn painted gold across Liam’s shoulders, highlighting the sweat still drying in the crease of his collarbone. The wrestler’s fingers found Liam’s hair, tangling in the damp strands as the rugby player’s mouth moved lower, lips dragging over his sternum. “You’re insatiable,” Ethan managed, arching into the touch.
Liam hummed against his skin, tongue flicking a nipple before catching it between his teeth—just shy of painful. “You love it.” His hands slid beneath Ethan, lifting his hips with effortless strength as he bent to lick a stripe up the wrestler’s cock. Ethan gasped, heels digging into the mattress, but Liam’s grip was unyielding. “Tell me you don’t want this,” he challenged, breath hot against the leaking tip.
Ethan smirked, "How about if I fuck you for a change? Or don't you bottom for anyone?"
Liam’s laughter was a rich, startled sound against Ethan’s thigh, his breath warm where his lips hovered just shy of the wrestler’s cock. “Is that what you want?” he murmured, tilting his head to catch Ethan’s gaze. Moonlight caught the mischief in his eyes — the same glint he’d had mid-match, right before executing some reckless, glorious play. His thumbs pressed into the soft flesh of Ethan’s inner thighs, spreading him wider. “Because I’ll let you.” The admission was casual, but his fingers trembled faintly against Ethan’s skin — a tell the wrestler wouldn’t have noticed hours ago.
Ethan’s breath hitched. He’d expected deflection, maybe a teasing challenge — not this raw honesty that curled hot in his gut. He reached down, tangling his fingers in Liam’s hair, tugging just enough to make the rugby player’s lips part on a soft exhale. “Yeah?” Ethan rasped, thumb brushing the shell of Liam’s ear. “Big, bad fullback takes it sweet for me?”
Liam’s grin was wicked as he turned his head, nipping at Ethan’s palm. “Only if you ask nicely.” He released Ethan’s thighs, sliding up his body with deliberate slowness, their sweat-slick skin sticking in the humid air. When their noses brushed, Liam’s breath was warm, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And only if you fuck me like you mean it.”
Ethan's grip tightened in Liam's hair as the rugby player pressed their foreheads together, their breaths mingling in the charged space between them. The wrestler could feel Liam's pulse thrumming beneath his fingertips — fast, but steady, like a drumbeat before battle. "You're serious," Ethan murmured, more statement than question. His thumb traced the shell of Liam's ear, rough with the faint scars of a hundred scrums.
Liam's chuckle vibrated against Ethan's lips. "Deadly." He caught Ethan's wrist, pressing the wrestler's palm flat against his sternum where his heartbeat stuttered under the touch. "Problem?"
Ethan exhaled sharply through his nose, flipping them with a grunt that had Liam laughing into the crook of his neck. The rugby player arched beneath him, all corded muscle and wicked intent, his hips rolling up to grind their cocks together in a slick, maddening slide. Ethan's vision blurred at the edges. "Christ, you're —" His voice cracked as Liam's hands slid down his back, fingers digging into the dimples above his ass.
Ethan's palms flattened against Liam's chest, pressing him deeper into the mattress as he straddled the rugby player's hips. The dawn light caught the gold in Liam's stubble, the way his pupils swallowed blue when Ethan leaned down to bite his throat — not hard enough to mark, just enough to make Liam's breath hitch. "Tell me," Ethan murmured against his pulse point, grinding down in a slow, deliberate circle that had Liam's fingers digging into his thighs. "How do you want it?"
Liam's laugh came out ragged, his hands sliding up Ethan's flanks to thumb his nipples. "However you'll give it to me." His hips arched up, the head of his cock dragging wet against Ethan's stomach. "Like I said —" He broke off with a groan as Ethan's teeth scraped his collarbone. "— fuck me like you mean it."
Ethan reached between them, wrapping his fingers around Liam's cock with a grip that made the rugby player's spine bow off the mattress. "I always mean it," he growled, pumping him slowly, his thumb swiping over the leaking tip. Liam's groan was raw, his fingers knotting in the sheets as Ethan's other hand trailed lower, tracing the curve of his ass before pressing a slick thumb against his entrance. Liam shuddered, his thighs falling open wider in silent invitation, and Ethan's breath caught at the trust in the motion — the way a man built for collisions yielded so effortlessly beneath him.
Ethan exhaled sharply through his nose, his thumb pressing in slow circles that had Liam’s breath stuttering against his collarbone. “Tell me what you like,” he murmured, scraping his teeth along the tendon in Liam’s neck. The rugby player’s pulse jumped under his tongue — rabbit-quick but steady, like he was savoring the anticipation.
Liam’s laugh came out breathless, his hands sliding up Ethan’s back to tangle in his hair. “Fuck me slow first,” he admitted, arching into Ethan’s touch. “Deep. Let me feel it.” His voice dropped to a whisper, rough with want. “Then ruin me.”
Ethan’s grip tightened around Liam’s cock, his own arousal throbbing between them. He reached for the lube still slick on the sheets, coating his fingers with deliberate slowness while Liam watched, lips parted. The first press was careful — Ethan’s index finger sliding in to the knuckle, his palm braced against Liam’s thigh. The rugby player’s exhale punched out of him, his hips canting up instinctively.
Liam’s body yielded beautifully under Ethan’s touch, his muscles twitching as the wrestler worked him open with slow, deliberate strokes. The rugby player’s breath came in ragged bursts against Ethan’s shoulder, his fingers flexing against the wrestler’s biceps — gripping, releasing, gripping again — as if he couldn’t decide whether to pull Ethan closer or push him away. Ethan crooked his fingers just so, brushing that spot inside Liam that made his thighs tremble violently.
“Fuck —” Liam’s voice cracked, his hips jerking up off the mattress. His cock leaked against Ethan’s stomach, a hot smear of precum between them. “Another,” he demanded, his nails digging half-moons into Ethan’s skin. “Now.”
Ethan chuckled darkly, pressing a third finger in alongside the others, the stretch making Liam’s breath hitch. The rugby player arched off the bed, his head tipping back against the pillows as Ethan’s fingers scissored inside him, slow and thorough. “Christ, you’re tight,” Ethan murmured, watching the way Liam’s abdominal muscles jumped under his touch.
Liam's laugh came out ragged as Ethan's fingers twisted inside him, the wrestler's thumb pressing against his perineum in slow, maddening circles. "Fuck," Liam gasped, his hips jerking forward into Ethan's grip. "You're — ah — taking your sweet time with this." His fingers scrabbled against Ethan's shoulders, blunt nails scraping down the wrestler's sweat-slick spine.
Ethan smirked, curling his fingers deliberately, relishing the way Liam's thighs trembled around his wrist. "I thought you wanted to go slow," he murmured, nipping at Liam's throat. The rugby player's pulse thundered beneath his lips, his cock twitching against Ethan's stomach in helpless response. "Did you change your mind?"
Liam's groan dissolved into a shudder as Ethan withdrew his fingers, leaving him clenching around nothing. "Bastard," he muttered, but there was no heat in it — just breathless anticipation as Ethan reached for the lube again, coating his cock with slow, deliberate strokes. Liam's gaze tracked the movement, his tongue darting out to wet his lips unconsciously.
Ethan lined himself up with deliberate slowness, his cockhead pressing against Liam’s entrance as the rugby player’s breath hitched. “Tell me,” Ethan growled, fingers digging into Liam’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Say it again.”
Liam arched beneath him, his thighs trembling where they bracketed Ethan’s waist. “Fuck me like you mean it,” he demanded, his voice rough with anticipation. His hands slid up Ethan’s arms, gripping the wrestler’s biceps as he locked eyes with him — blue gone dark with want.
The first thrust was slow, agonizing — Ethan sheathing himself inch by excruciating inch until their hips met. Liam’s gasp punched out of him, his fingers tightening convulsively around Ethan’s arms as his body stretched to accommodate him. Ethan froze, sweat dripping from his temple onto Liam’s chest as he watched the rugby player’s face contort in pleasure. “Christ, you’re so goddamn tight,” he gritted out, his cock twitching inside Liam’s heat.
Liam's breath came in short, ragged bursts as Ethan held still inside him, his muscles quivering with the effort of restraint. "Move," Liam ground out, his heels digging into Ethan's lower back — urging, demanding. The wrestler's chuckle was dark as he obeyed, withdrawing almost completely before snapping his hips forward in one fluid motion that punched a ragged moan from Liam's throat.
Ethan set a brutal pace from the start — deep, measured thrusts that had Liam's fingers scrabbling at the sheets, his spine arching off the mattress with each punishing stroke. The wrestler's hands gripped Liam's waist, thumbs pressing into the hollows of his hips as he drove into him with single-minded intensity. Liam's cock leaked between them, smearing precum across his abdomen with every roll of Ethan's hips.
"You take it so good," Ethan growled, dragging his lips along Liam's collarbone. His teeth scraped the sensitive skin there, not hard enough to mark — just enough to make Liam's breath hitch. The rugby player's thighs trembled around Ethan's waist, his body yielding beautifully to each thrust.
Liam's hands flew to Ethan's shoulders, fingers digging into the wrestler's deltoids as his hips arched up to meet each thrust. "Fuck — right there," he gasped, his voice cracking on the words as Ethan's cock dragged against his prostate with unerring precision. The rugby player's legs locked around Ethan's waist, heels pressing into the small of his back as if he could pull him deeper still. Ethan groaned at the sensation, his rhythm faltering for a heartbeat before he redoubled his efforts, driving into Liam with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips that had the rugby player's nails scoring red lines down his arms.
The room smelled of sex and sweat, the sheets tangled beneath them damp with it. Ethan could feel Liam's muscles fluttering around him, the rugby player's body tightening in increments as pleasure coiled low in his belly. Liam's cock twitched against Ethan's abdomen, leaking steadily between them, and the wrestler reached down to wrap his fingers around it, his thumb swiping over the slick head in time with his thrusts. Liam's breath hitched, his hips jerking up into Ethan's grip as a shudder ran through him.
"Look at me," Ethan demanded, his voice rough with exertion. Liam's eyelashes fluttered, his gaze unfocused for a moment before it locked onto Ethan's. The wrestler's thrusts slowed, each one deep and measured, his cock battering against Liam's prostate with torturous precision. "That's it," Ethan murmured, his thumb circling the head of Liam's cock in slow, maddening circles. "I want to see you when you cum."
Liam’s breath came in ragged bursts, his pupils blown wide as Ethan’s thumb smeared precum down his shaft in slow, deliberate strokes. The wrestler’s hips rolled forward in a deep, grinding thrust that had Liam’s toes curling into the sheets, his fingers twisting in the damp fabric beneath them. "Ethan —" His voice cracked, throat working around the name like a prayer.
Ethan leaned down, catching Liam’s lower lip between his teeth, biting just hard enough to draw a gasp before soothing it with his tongue. "Tell me ..." he murmured against Liam’s mouth, his free hand sliding up to cradle the back of the rugby player’s head, "... how bad you want it."
Liam arched beneath him, his cock twitching in Ethan’s grip as the wrestler’s thrusts grew shallower, more deliberate — each stroke dragging against his prostate with devastating precision. "Fuck," Liam gasped, his hips jerking up to meet Ethan’s, seeking more friction, more heat. "I’m — Christ —"
Liam's words dissolved into a ragged groan as Ethan angled his hips just right, the head of his cock grinding against Liam's prostate with relentless precision. The wrestler's grip on Liam's cock tightened, his thumb swiping over the leaking slit in slow, torturous circles — just the way he knew Liam liked it. The rugby player's entire body trembled, his thighs clamping around Ethan's waist as pleasure coiled tighter, hotter. "Ethan —" Liam gasped, fingers scrabbling at the wrestler's shoulders. "I'm gonna —" His voice broke as Ethan's rhythm stuttered, hips snapping forward in short, sharp thrusts that had Liam seeing stars.
The orgasm hit Liam like a freight train — his spine arching off the mattress, mouth falling open in a silent cry as cum spilled hot over Ethan's fist and his own abdomen. Ethan watched, mesmerized, as Liam's body convulsed around him, the rugby player's internal muscles fluttering in rhythmic pulses that milked his cock mercilessly. The sensation was too much — Ethan's hips jerked erratically, his thrusts growing uneven as pleasure crashed over him in wave after wave. He came with Liam's name gritted between his teeth, spilling deep inside him as the rugby player's thighs locked around his waist, holding him close through the aftershocks.
For a long moment, neither moved — Ethan slumped over Liam, their sweat-slick chests pressed together, breaths mingling in the heavy silence. Slowly, Ethan withdrew, collapsing onto the mattress beside Liam with a groan. The sheets were a lost cause — sticky with sweat and cum — but neither cared as they lay side by side, limbs tangled, hearts still racing.
Ethan’s breath caught halfway up his throat when Liam asked, the words quiet against the sweat-damp hollow of his collarbone. “May I stay here tonight?” Liam murmured, fingers tracing idle patterns over Ethan’s ribs like he was mapping him. “Well ... not just here at your place. Would you share your bed with me?” The wrestler blinked at the ceiling, the question lodging sideways in his chest. Wrestlers didn’t do mornings-after. Wrestlers especially didn’t do sleepy confessions at 4 AM with a man who smelled like his shampoo and his sweat.
“Yeah,” Ethan heard himself say, the syllable rough as gravel. His pulse kicked hard under Liam’s palm. “Yeah, okay.”
Liam exhaled — a slow, warm gust against Ethan’s shoulder — before rolling onto him, all solid weight and sleepy intent. His knee slotted between Ethan’s thighs, his mouth finding the wrestler’s in a kiss that tasted like exhaustion and something dangerously close to affection. Ethan’s hands came up automatically, fingers sinking into the meat of Liam’s shoulders, holding him there like he might vanish if Ethan blinked.
They fell asleep almost immediately, wrapped in each other's arms.
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