Con Brio: Todd and Ian's story

59) Ian (NSFW)

Can his heart hold all of the emotions, all of the love he feels? He steps forward, towards the bed, to where his love stands. He puts his hand on the back of Todd's head and pulls him towards him gently. Then he kisses him. Lips touch lips, exploring, soft and moist until Todd groans softly. Todd's tongue tastes sweet, like the coffee he's drunk, like Todd. The sweetest man in the world. 
His.
In their bedroom. 
His hand lowers gently, over Todd's neck, his shoulders, his spine, down to the curve of his bum. He leaves it there for a long moment as he kisses him again, more urgently now. His hand glides down to cup the cheek, hard, manly, and so perfect. He grows more into his sweats, until his erection pushes into Todd's lower belly. 
"So fucking gorgeous." Todd whispers as he runs his hand over it. 
Todd's hands are loving, sweet as he pulls off his t-shirt. It's like he's saying no rush, we've got all night. The weight of the moment lowers itself gently over him, like the sweetest, softest blanket. 
"I like this bedroom." he whispers back. 
"Oh yeah? Good. Wanna be fucked in it?"
He almost laughs at Todd's matter of fact tone. He would laugh, but he's just a little bit too busy simpering. 
"Yes please." he breathes.
Todd pushes him on the bed and he surrenders completely. Todd pulls his own shirt off, then yanks his jeans down and steps out of his boxers. His erection stands tall, proud, big. 
So beautiful. 
"Wow." he mouths. 
"You like?" Todd asks, a hint of beach boy, a hint of shyness. 
"I love."

Todd takes his time, undressing him gently, while making sure to touch him with his erection, with his mouth, with his long and nimble fingers. All of his skin sensitises, and he cries out when Todd runs his hand over his lower belly, just not touching his hardness. His skin pulls together deliciously and he grabs Todd's shoulders roughly, pulling him close, kissing him hard. 
"Ready?" Todd asks, his fingers already where Ian wants them. Ian nods. 
"Please."
Oh, this is just as good as the first time. No, it's better, because the little bit of pain he felt last time has decreased, and all that's left is delicious tingling, is that gorgeous feeling of fullness, and when Todd touches that spot he cries out again. 
"Toddy!"
"Yes, baby." he pants in his ear in a strained voice that drives Ian higher. 
"Have me." he pants back. 
Todd doesn't answer, he just positions himself and pushes in gently. Ian's not even sure when he lubed up, but he has, because it feels exquisite.
"Yes! Have me!"
"Oh, baby..."
He can feel the moment Todd loses it and starts thrusting for real. It's the best feeling in the world. Only just not painful now, but pure, unadulterated pleasure. He can't help his cries as they move together, not like this is only the second time they've done this, but like it's been them forever. An orgasm builds in him, bigger even than the one before, on the plane, but his eyes stay on Todd, from his face, scrunched up in pleasure, to his stomach, taut with tension, to his hips, moving in and out of him. 
"Oh, God." Todd groans deeply as he puts his hand around Ian and starts moving up and down, his tip hitting Todd's belly, making it even better. "Oh, baby..."
Who starts? Ian's not sure, but he's crying out again as he comes, and comes, his warmth shooting up at Todd's belly as Todd pulses into him. 

Todd crashes down on him, spent, clearly. Ian smiles and strokes his hair. 
"Hello, gorgeous man." he whispers against the curls. "That was the best sex I've ever had. No contest."
Todd raises his head and searches his face. Then he smiles contentedly and lies back down.