Seeing Stars - DreamNotFound

Chapter 11

Smut Warning <3

"I want to do something else..." George was pinned in place by Clay's arms, still sat in his gaming chair, breathing in the blonde's intoxicating scent. Clay's breath mixed with his in a disorienting way, their lips were so close, faces barely apart. 

George's stay here had consisted of a constant mix of temptation and satisfaction, Clay was irresistible to George, impossible to not want, yet so readily available to him. It felt amazing to always have exactly what he was craving right in front of him, that craving being Clay. Not to mention the fact that the longing was reciprocated by his partner, they both yearned so deeply for one another and were incredibly satisfied every time that hunger was fulfilled. 

Clay straddled George's lap and rested his hands on the brunette's shoulders. His wavy curls fell down his forehead in the most graceful way, slightly messy from being compressed by Clay's mask, but beautiful nonetheless. George found himself absentmindedly twirling his fingers through the dirty blonde strands and his eyes idling on every minuscule detail of Clay's face, just millimeters away from his. The brunette still hadn't gotten used to the other's flawless features, as if they'd been chiseled by Michelangelo himself. He was like a succubus, making George more and more lustful with every glance. His dewy skin, sharp jawline, dilating pupils, red cheeks, parted lips, George's mind was murky and his breathing hitched. He could very well have been levitating at this moment and wouldn't have noticed a thing. 

Clay cupped George's jaw and joined their lips together, an overwhelmingly warm sensation flooded the brit as his thoughts and reality blurred together. The reason why this kiss was particularly spectacular escaped George, all he knew was that he never wanted it to end. 

Clay leaned back, licking his lips and staring down at his flushed boyfriend, "George, I think we should take it slow tonight." They'd spent the past few days making up for years of wanting each other, which resulted in a lot of very passionate, intense, and dangerous feelings that all erupted in the form of sex. Now that they'd done all of that, they didn't have to rush. George wasn't leaving anytime soon, anyway. 

The brunette nodded, taking in every syllable of Clay's words, appreciating how smooth and deep his voice became when they were being intimate. Clay gently took George's hand in his and guided him into a standing position, leading him to the blonde's bedroom. The room was bright as it was somewhere around 11 AM currently, yet George was feeling a bit drowsy, having been awake for about 7 hours. 

George sat down on the bed while Clay discarded his shirt and threw it carelessly onto the floor. The blonde climbed on top of the other and brought him in once more for another heavenly kiss. George sensed a tenderness from Clay that hadn't been there during their more rough endeavors. He was always very loving and careful, but today was different. George liked this raw version of his normally fairly cocky and dominant partner. He loved that, too, however, it was nice to see the other side of his boyfriend. 

"What do you want, Georgie?" What did he want? Surprisingly, he didn't really know. George had gotten so used to Clay taking the lead and blessing him somehow perfectly every single time, doing exactly what they both needed at that moment. Clay was far more experienced than George, it was intimidating on some levels but felt amazing to submit to. At the same time, he wished he could give Clay the same experience.

"Can I suck your dick?"

Clay nodded and George lowered himself down to the other's pants, taking out the blonde's throbbing erection. Clay's breathing became uneven at the brunette's touch. George pumped his hand up and down Clay's dick a couple of times, eliciting some throaty groans from the other. He took in the tip, swirling his tongue around and lightly sucking. Clay's legs were already shaking minimally, George understood the appeal behind being in charge in this type of situation. Clay's hand landed on the back of George's head, wrapping his slender fingers around and tugging at his hair lightly. 

George dipped down further, taking in about half of Clay's length, bobbing up and down. George attempted to take him in fully, feeling tears prick in his eyes, and Clay's dick hit the back of his throat. He sped up his pace, sliding up and down Clay's member. Clay threw his head back and his grip on George's hair tightened as he aided the brunette farther and farther down his length. 

"You take me so well, baby~" George moaned in response, earning a deep groan from the other as vibrations were sent through his dick. George could taste salty precum as he continued to feel Clay's dick hit the back of his throat. The Floridian had started thrusting into George in tune with his pace, still using his hand to force the brit down. George halted in place, looking up to Clay, signaling what he wanted. 

"You want me to throat fuck you?" George moaned, giving the other permission. With that, Clay used his hand to stabilize George's head and pounded into him. George sucked lightly, "Oh, god, George, I'm close!" George felt tears streaming down his face as his throat was destroyed by the other. The brunette felt thick, warm cum fill his mouth when Clay released inside of him, moaning loudly. George swallowed entirely as he watched Clay come down from his high, panting harshly with very flushed cheeks. He exited George's mouth and leaned down to kiss the brunette. 

"Thank you, baby." George smiled, laying down on the bed. Clay mounted him and removed the other's shirt and started to pull down his pants. After George was completely nude, Clay leaned back, eyes full of admiration and fervor. George felt like prey, Clay towering over him, ready to pounce at any second. "You're so beautiful, George." 

"Thank you..." His voice was hushed and his words were slurring together to some degree, bubbling with concupiscent desire. Clay giggled, transferring to George's neck. George really loved the idea of anyone else seeing him and knowing that he belonged to Clay just from his skin. 

Clay flipped George over onto his hands and knees. He reached over to grab a bottle from a drawer in his bedside table-lube; George wondered why they hadn't utilized it until now. The blonde squeezed some of the liquid onto his fingers, then lined them up to George's hole. "Ready?"

"Yeah." He inserted his digits, scissoring in and out of George. George let out a quick gasp after Clay's fingers pushed against his prostate. 

The younger removed his fingers and applied some lube to his dick, preparing to enter George. "Okay, baby," He pressed in gradually, administering additional consideration George wasn't accustomed to, it was almost too slow but highly welcomed by the bottom. 

Clay's dick rubbed against George's insides delightfully, extracting multiple wanton moans from the older. Clay quickened his tempo, but only marginally, George savored every last feeling of the younger inside of him. "You're so tight George~" George divulged a shuddered breath, Clay's voice was sufficient to utterly undo him. 

"F-faster." Clay's movements inched the brunette closer and closer to his orgasm. 

"Are you close, baby?"

"Y-yes."

"I want to cum together-only a few more, okay?"

George nodded, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure, a knot materializing in his abdomen. He held himself together until he felt Clay begin to unravel inside him, at which point he allowed himself to let go and release all over the bedsheets and his stomach. He hung his head low, riding out his climax. 

Clay disconnected himself and grabbed some tissues to clean them up. 

"That was amazing," he purred into George's ear, "I love you."

George smiled, feeling himself start to drift off in the bed, "I love you, too." Clay lay next to him, lifting up George's head to rest on his chest.