There’s nothing Billy loved more than for his husband to be on his back. To be on his back with Billy nestled between his legs eating him out. To be there eating him out, either driving him wild or eating his own orgasm out of him, with Matt’s hand stretched down to grasp at his hair and just hold him there while he filled the void with delicious noises. This is how he wanted to live his life, and he’d do it every fucking day forward for all he’s concerned.
“We should do it then, soon,” Billy promised, already pushing into him. He took a moment’s pause, looking Matt deep in the eyes. It only took a moment, but he made sure to stop the world every time before they got going to share this. To share each other, and the connectedness that being buried deep inside him brought them. “I will never stop loving you, Matthew Van Winkle,” he promised, now curling that hand around his throat. “Remember that always, creampuff,” he noted before getting started.
For all it’s worth, Billy might be slowing down in the gym and on the baseball field, but he was only getting better in bed. This was meant to be hard, fast and intense, and he was managing that. If there ever came a day that Matt had trouble getting him hard, he’d worry. For now however, things were better than ever, and he was very much still in his prime. Thrusts slow, becoming a little more jilted, but he can’t stop, can’t cum just yet. Matt was close again, and he desperately wanted him to cum. A shift in position would buy him some time, but it would take Matt away from the edge. So as much as he wants to flip and have the man ride him, he can’t.
Instead Billy redoubles his efforts, attacking the man’s chest with his lips. Teeth, tongue, mouth, all of him goes at those glorious pecs. He sucks, he bites and marks, even takes a minute to draw him in and just go at the sensitive nub with just his tongue. He knew his husband had a weakness for this, and he hoped that paired with the fact his dick was pressing hard into his prostate that Matty would be close enough. Because before he knows it he’s swelling to full girth and driving deep within him one last time, exploding with a blast that wracks his frame. Billy twitches, body nearly convulsing as his hold tightens around Matty’s throat, each rope of cum filling the remnants of the void inside his husband not already occupied by his cock. Mouth hanging open around a pert nipple, the blond can only moan out for Matty, cursing under his breathlessness his pleasure and Matty’s name.
matt was already beginning to ride a high to another orgasm, his cock hard and ready to go, the sounds and explicitives spilling out of billy’s mouth as he fucked him, it could not be said that the van winkles didn’t have an active sex life -- with a husband that looked as good as billy did, matt had a hard time wanting to keep his hands to himself. not to mention billy’s libido always through the roof. it was a miracle that they managed to get out of the house to take care of business and the shop.
though it might be selfish of him, matt’s begging billy not to cum, not to stop -- wanting to climax again before he did. remembering that billy insisted on making it hands-off, he didn’t make any move to touch his cock, regardless of how much pre was beginning to leak from it. he could already feel the familliar coil forming in his stomach again, and he bites his lip and looks up at billy for a fleeting moment before his face contorts in pleasure again. “i’m close,” he says aloud. “i’m close, baby, just like that -- god, you feel so good.” his back arches in tandem with another delicious moan. he’s breathless, his shimmering in sweat and he’s already feeling himself reaching a fever pitch of pleasure that he craved. reaching up, he groped at billy’s pecs, before pinching a nipple.
at his urging, matt can sense a change in billy, a new fervency to hold off his own orgasm -- it always seemed that billy put him first, above all things, and then worried about himself. matt couldn’t fault him, he had been that way since the two had first started dating when they were in college. his husband mouth begins to move across his chest, earning a satisfied grin from matt. “mark me up, babe -- show the world i’m yours.” he encouraged. it wasn’t often that matt’s body wasn’t covered in little souvenirs of his time with billy, but he never complained. he wore them like badges of honor. billy seems to know ever sensitive spot on his body to kiss, nip and massage to push matt over the edge -- and it worked every time.
he can’t quite explain it but he knows when he’s about to burst. and he takes a moment to grip the back of billy’s head. “cum for me, baby.” he instructs, trying to time their orgasms together and he can tell from billy’s movements that he’s close. with one final thrust, billy’s emptying himself into him, moaing deliciously for him and it’s that that sends matt over the edge: one, two, three new ropes shoot from his cock and paint his chest. trying to catch his breath as billy finally slows down, matt wraps an arm around his shoulders and began to trail his fingertips along his spine. “fuck, that was good.” he mused with a smile, closing his eyes and basking in billy’s glow.
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