Hard to Be Good

And then Jeremy was right there, nudging his opening, pushing in, and slowly—-so slowly—-sinking deep.

Charlie wasn’t sure whose moan was louder. All he could think about was the white--hot burn of Jeremy’s invasion. The way his cock filled him. The way it stretched him. The way it made him ache in the most torturously amazing way.

“Jesus, Charlie,” Jeremy bit out. “Okay?”

“Yes, yes,” he murmured, lowering to his elbows as Jeremy’s hand pressed on his back.

The slow withdraw sent a flash fire of pain and pleasure through Charlie’s body, and he reached beneath himself and grasped his own dick.

As Jeremy’s cock penetrated deep again, a little faster this time, two things happened. The piercings moved inside Charlie, adding a whole new sensation to the already amazing feeling of being fucked. And the pain melted away in a heartbeat, leaving Charlie to drown in a sea of pleasure so sharp, so hot, so mind--blowing, that he had to press his face into the pillow to smother the groan that ripped out of him.

For a fleeting moment, his brain offered up the caution that Nick and Becca were right next door, but then Jeremy chased away his capacity for rational thought as he gripped Charlie’s hips and thrust into him faster.

“You take me so good, Charlie,” Jeremy said, his voice full of grit.

“That’s because I need you,” Charlie managed, a moan tearing up his throat as Jeremy bottomed out inside him. The piercings rattled together, almost creating a vibration every time Jer went deep, and it was fucking wild.

“I need you, too,” Jeremy said. He sank deep and laid his chest against Charlie’s back, his arms coming around Charlie’s stomach. The position made Jer fuck him even deeper, and Charlie loved the sensation of being completely surrounded, completely covered, completely owned.

Jeremy’s hips thrust and retreated while still hunched around him. It was so deep that a pleasure verging on pain flooded through Charlie, shoving him a giant step toward coming.

“Lay down, babe,” Jeremy said, pressing a kiss against Charlie’s neck.

Wait. Babe? Did Jeremy just call him babe?

Charlie’s heart melted as he eased into a flat position on his stomach and Jeremy’s weight followed him down, truly covering him from head to foot. It was one of Charlie’s favorite positions because of the closeness, the heavy press of Jeremy’s body, and the depth it allowed.

Jeremy grasped tight to Charlie’s shoulder with one hand and gently turned Charlie’s face to him with the other, allowing them hot, awkward, too--short kisses as they moved and writhed together.

“You feel so good,” Charlie said.

The other man kissed him on a groan, his body moving faster, harder, deeper. As Jeremy picked up the pace, he forced Charlie’s hips to grind into the bed again and again. The friction against his dick was amazing and tormenting and sure to get him there way before he was ready for this to be over.

Charlie moaned and reached back with one arm, grasping at Jeremy’s ass. “Harder. Just like this. Gonna make me come.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Jeremy said as he delivered a series of hard, punctuating thrusts.

They were exactly what Charlie needed. The most exquisite clenching burn ripped through his lower body, and then he was smothering his yell in the pillow and coming in the tight space between his stomach and the bed, the sensation all the more intense because of the fullness Jeremy’s cock provided.

“So fucking good, so fucking good,” Jeremy rasped. “I can feel you. God.”

“Jeremy,” Charlie rasped as the spasms finally slowed.

On a desperate groan, Jeremy pushed onto his knees until he straddled Charlie’s thighs. He grasped Charlie’s ass in both hands, his thumbs holding him open. Jer slowed his pace and made his strokes longer, pulling almost all the way out before plunging all the way in again.

“It’s so damn hot watching me slide into you,” Jeremy rasped.

Just imagining what it looked like made Charlie’s dick stir again. “Feels even better,” he managed.

“Fuuuck,” Jeremy said, falling forward again. He braced his weight on his arms. “I can’t hold back any longer.”

“Don’t,” Charlie said. “Come in me.”

“Shit, Charlie.” Jeremy’s hips flew, the sound of their skin smacking together loud in the room. “Coming. Coming.” Jer moved through the orgasm, a long moan spilling from his mouth, and Charlie felt the jerk of the other man’s cock deep inside him.

Knowing that a man like Jeremy found such intense--sounding pleasure in him made Charlie feel like he was floating.

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