Hard. His moans got louder, his cock twitching between us, untouched but close. Gay sex He gasped, his legs shaking, his cock bouncing against his abs, leaking pre-cum like a damn faucet.“Dan—fuck—don’t stop,” he cried.“Not a chance.”I sat up, wrapped my arms around him, and flipped us, pressing him flat onto the mattress without ever pulling out. “You’re not real.”He smirked. “I’d love to unload after a stressful day.”He chuckled again, then looked me in the eye.“I’m serious about the ‘minimum,’” he said, tone dropping. “Harder—please.”So I gave it to him.Thrust after thrust, his body arching into mine, fingernails dragging down my back. “And every morning.”He laughed, resting a hand on my stomach. “Every night before bed.”I turned my head, grinning. He was tight, warm, perfect. This version? Confident. “Come find out.”I didn’t need more of an invitation.He tossed the lube and condom onto the couch and climbed on top, straddling my lap like it was his new favorite seat. “You better keep up.”“You better,” I said, kissing his temple. And then he picked up the pace.The sound of skin slapping, the creak of the bed, our moans—everything blended into a rhythm, raw and desperate.I reached up, grabbed his waist, and started to thrust up into him from below.
