I pulled back carefully—almost all the way out—watching the way his rim clung to my shaft, reluctant to release me. Then I sank back in, one long, deliberate glide. He groaned, his head tipping back against the mat, throat gulping.

“Again,” he breathed.

I did it slower this time. 

Out. 

In. 

Out. 

In. 

Each stroke let me feel every ridge of him hugging me, every pulse of his walls. Oil and pre-cum made obscene wet sounds between us. 

My balls brushed his ass on every deep push. 

Sweat beaded on his abs, mixing with the slick trails already there.

He reached up, grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me...