Allegro con fuoco

LXXIII (NSFW (last paragraph safe))

Eddy followed his love into the bathroom. Brett was still fully clothed, and Eddy still had his shirt on and his soiled underwear. He chuckled softly and Brett looked up at him questioningly.
"It's just... us. Like this." he said, gesturing down at his attire.
"What, dressed?"
Now Eddy laughed out loud.
"Yup. I got a little bit excited."
Suddenly Brett was very close.
"I'm still very excited." he breathed, making Eddy's heart start thumping again. So he kissed him, once, a long, drawn out kiss that made his heart beat even faster.
"I'm not far behind..." he admitted then.

Suddenly the time for taking it slow was over. Brett yanked at Eddy's shirt as Eddy was still pulling Brett's shirt over his head. His jeans were quick to come down and he pushed him to the shower. He turned it on with his left hand as he looked his love up and down. Naked. Beautiful. His erection eagerly pointing to the ceiling. So turned on, for him.
"Wow." he whispered, and pulled him close. His hand was heading down over Brett's soft belly to his hardness, but Brett took it, put it on his chest and gently shook his head.
"I won't last." he whispered back.
His honest admission was like a flame to Eddy's inner tinder box and he was already hard again. So he turned Brett around, pushing him under the streaming water, and he washed him tenderly, just like he knew he liked, rubbing his shoulders, then dragging his fingers down over his spine and down to the curve of his bum. One small second to lube up his hand and himself and he was back already, slowly exploring Brett's opening with his fingers, listening closely to his moans.
"Oh, God, Eddy! Yes!" Brett called as his first and second finger entered him, scissoring automatically, touching him just there. "Eddy! I swear to God!"
Eddy smiled against his love's neck, then withdrew his fingers and positioned himself. God, he loved it when Brett was like this, desperate for him, needing him.
He hoped he'd always need him like this.
"Forever." he whispered in his ear as he slowly, languidly pushed in.
"Fuck! Yes!" Brett grunted.
Oh, this moment. This glorious moment, on the cusp of things. His erection, encased by his love's warmth, still sensitive from earlier, the tingles flying out from that delicious point of contact through his whole body, waiting. Just for a second, waiting.
But Brett was done waiting, clearly, because he bucked back at him once, twice, and Eddy groaned too loudly as he grabbed hold of his hips and started pounding him for real.
"Bretty." he grunted as he moved in and out of him, Brett's bum smacking against his belly with every thrust. "Mine."
"Oh! I can't!" Brett called, and he was coming hard, Eddy could feel it in the way he tensed around him, in his sweet cries. He thrust again, once, twice and he exploded into him in turn, shouting his own release, emptying himself into the man who would now forever be his.

"My God." Brett breathed as they sat together under the warm streaming water. His head was lulling on Eddy's shoulder, Eddy's arm around him, pulling him tighter to him.
"I know, right?" Eddy answered gently.
Then Brett lifted his head and looked up at him.
"Is it silly if that was my favourite time we've done that... ever?"
Eddy's heart glowed with the love he felt for him, overflowing through his system, shining out through his pores. Then he shook his head.
"No. It was mine, too. It's... different."
Brett smiled softly.
"It's because it's official, I think."
"Yeah." Eddy whispered. "You can't get rid of me now."
"Never." Brett whispered back. "I'll always be yours."