the end of the season always makes the boys feel bittersweet.
they’re combating that feeling now in celebration, in their sex cove, warmed up on the taste of liquor and the sweetness of each other’s tongues. link’s got rhett right where he wants him, under him, and he’s flexing his strong thighs to help him bounce. rhett’s lodged up inside him, thick, hot, stinging, full, and link grinds into the fuckering as he has been for many blissful, disoriented hours.
rhett’s big hands hold him in place as link works his body. every muscle is tight, strained with the force of sex that lasts a little too long and the tipsy buzz that won’t quit. link’s head is fuzzy and his chest is messy with slick from a previous round, his energy is waning and he’s exhausted, sore in the bones and the heat of his insides, but the way rhett’s looking at him makes him drunk all over again.
rhett’s curls are wild, disheveled, his face damp with sweat. his cheeks, forehead, and neck are blush-stained and his cute little tongue pokes out over his bottom lip, looking up at his boyfriend as link keeps him pinned, using him. there’s nothing link likes more than being seated on rhett, filled with his thickness and his slick, rolling his hips as he begs for one last push.
“come on, baby. give it to me,” link slurs as if rhett hasn’t already been. he’s weak, they both are, and link braces himself by his hands on rhett’s perfect chest. he grinds on the meat, bounces barely inches, fucks rhett with insistence. rhett’s heavy breaths rise his chest under link’s hands and there’s a tiredness in rhett’s eyes that only link can fuck into him.
“you give it to me,” rhett counters, gripping his thumbs into link’s hips.
snarling, link leans to nip-kiss rhett’s beardy, reddened lips, using the last of his strength to rise himself, launching his ass back down with renewed vigor. he’s almost numb, but not quite, and rhett’s unwavering hardness sends shocks through his spine. the haze of alcohol is wearing off, but rhett’s drug only strengthens him. link pushes, pushes, fucks a little harder, then harder still, all the while rhett holding his itty-bitty waist in his big-biggy hands.
link fucks himself on rhett’s swollen cock, increasing the pressure in his belly as he leans, bounces high and slams himself down. he’s back up to a thrilling tempo in a second, riding rhett in earnest, throwing his head back, whining. rhett watches him with dark eyes, whispers, “yeah, yeah, one last time,” as link howls for an orgasm he has to strain to find, inner thighs burning with tension.
link powers himself into finish and leaks weakly from his cock as rhett spills the last of himself inside him. link can feel it, sticky, dripping, but he fucks through it. his ass is clenched vice-like on his man and rhett grunts like it hurts, and it does, but link doesn’t stop riding ‘til he’s satisfied beyond the point of pain.
and you and i both know he’s not easily satisfied.