He yelped, voice muffled in the pillow. Gay sex But the way he pushed back against me—harder, needier—said more than the words.I smirked, sweat dripping down my face. “You’re… He shoved his face deeper into the pillow, muffling the next groan that tore out of him when my hips shifted again. It glistened in the dim light, the slow drip tracing patterns down his dark skin.“Shit, bro,” I muttered, half-amused, running a finger along the rim of his open hole. His whole body was tense, alive, pulling me deeper with every motion.My dick kept drilling into Ray with steady, powerful thrusts, feeling his tight grip try to hold me in—like he was fighting the inevitable, but also wanting every inch. “You’re doing good,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady for both of us.Ray made a noise—low, guttural, full of disbelief—but his hips twitched back into mine again, like he couldn’t help it. His dick unloaded in waves, his whole body shuddering with the force of it as it coated my hand and Ray’s sheets.
