[UshiTen: Just another rainy day in Paris]

Part 23

- Let's... please... - he tried to explain, but only managed, after Wakatoshi stopped his thrusts, to collapse on the bed, too tired, too wet, too stretched.

They got apart, and it was a small break, catching their breaths. Still, Ushijima hovered over the beautiful body that brought him so much pleasure, and asked softly:

- Are you OK? Do you need me to---

- No. – Tendō cut him short. – No... just... Come... come... Come closer... to me... Be closer.

Wakatoshi leaned in, and kissed over his moist hair, over his nape.

- Is it good for you this time? Tell me, my love.

- It's... I can't stop shaking... It's... I have no words.

Ushijima looked down on himself; his cock was looking shiny with lube, and purplish - with all the blood that pumped inside him almost violently.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Satori interrupted him again, muttering:

- Go on. I'm almost there... I'm... It's so... different!

The taller man just hummed, revisiting the steps inside his mind. The bed was already a mess, and they surely were going to need to wash everything after they were both done, but it didn't matter. The smitten quality in Satori's tone of voice was worth everything.

His hands were sweaty, and sticky, and he made a mental note for next time: Have some tissues and wet wipes at the ready. He was sure that next time it was going to be even better! Yet, he took the lube, and poured a generous amount over his hard-on, and also – at the top of Satori's butt crack – to be smeared in in seconds.

Tendō hummed at the sensation of the slightly cool substance on his skin, and he already anticipated the pleasure that was to come next. He had fallen over the pillow, and he was pretty sure that he was smearing pre-cum all over it right now, but he couldn't care less. Today was so amazing that he didn't care about absolutely anything.

- I love you. – he lisped, burying his face in the sheets, and feeling his erection twitch against the softness underneath him.

The response reaction was the careful pulling of his butt-cheeks to the sides, and the sensation of Wakatoshi-kun's tip, smearing the lube in, and down, and deep, bumping slightly against his center, teasing him.

He bit his lips – who would know that the esteemed Ushijima-san was such a tease in bed? Tendō had found his research efforts on the topic quite amusing, and even joked about it, but today he was reaping the result, and the results were mind-blowing.

He let out a faint groan, as the fresh push arrived, all by the same methodology – a very slow, and gradual first push, until the complete bliss of bottoming-out was achieved, and then – a gradually, again, increasing tempo, a better speed, and better pleasure.

Yet, this different position turned out better, and his first groan was not his last, by far. The amazing cock slid inside him effortlessly, as he was nicely stretched already, but also the angle of penetration was better and now his sweet spot got teased and rubbed against with every move Wakatoshi made, not matter what kind it was, or how fast he went.

- Ughhhh..... fuuuuuckkk...

Satori pushed his hips back again, additionally teased by the brush of his own hypersensitive cock against the pillow, and he lazily thought whether someone who wasn't as fit as Wakatoshi would manage to achieve this, bring him this kind of ecstasy.