All The Ways We Touch [BxB]

sixty-seven - fire and ice pt. three

Jamison's turn was rapid. He snatched the condom out of Elliot's hand, ripped it open, and dropped down onto his knees. The November chill rose through the ground, his bare skin, and into his bones, making him shiver violently—but he wasn't about to give up finally getting fucked. Once he'd rolled it down Elliot's hard-on, he pocketed the trash and leaned in and eagerly took it in his mouth, thrusting it into his throat to wet it, his hands on the back of Elliot's thighs.

Now it was Elliot's turn to moan, and as soon as his dick was warmed by his mouth, he let out a relieved noise that was made up of a half moan and half whimper.

It didn't last long, though, only a long minute before Jamison stopped and stood. Grasping the panels of Elliot's leather jacket, he pulled him close and smashed their lips together. The kiss was the perfect kind of foreplay, but it was freezing, and they needed to hurry things up. "Now, be a good boy and fuck me."

In less than two minutes, Jamison had tried to take back control. And while hearing that phrase was enough to make him weak with the desire to please him, it was his turn to be in charge. Without warning, Elliot picked Jamison up, holding him tightly even as he let out a surprised squeal. "Wrap your legs around me," he said, and took a couple of steps towards the tree. His arms were tired, but the tree could help support Jamison.

Gently, Elliot pushed him against the tree, and Jamison crossed his feet behind Elliot's back to lock himself in place. It was kind of awkward until Elliot readjusted the way he was holding him. Placing his hands on either cheek, he braced him at the perfect height for his dick to be able to slip inside of him. "God, you're so strong," he said, biting his lip as he waited. This was something that he'd never be able to do to Elliot, and that made it especially exciting.

Pleased with himself, Elliot cautiously let go with one hand and spit into it. Then he wet himself and lined up with Jamison's ass before slowly pushing inside of him with a groan. He was tighter than the first time from rushing through stretching, but the way that Jamison had tilted his head back against the tree and moaned softly seemed to say that he didn't care. When he was fully inside of him, Elliot paused and took a deep breath. The warmth and the squeeze were still foreign—pure pleasure, yes, but jarring nonetheless.

He'd forgotten how full he felt while impaled on Elliot's sizable dick, but it was comforting to become one. "No, no, no! Don't stop," Jamison whined, looking back at Elliot. It was clear he was trying to concentrate, which he understood from when he was topping him, but his impatience was getting the best of him.

With a deep breath, Elliot was ready to continue, but Jamison's desperation needed to be addressed first. "So demanding," he teased, slowly beginning to pull back out of him. "Who knew?"

He had no interest in being teased—it wasn't really his thing—and pouted as he looked at his boyfriend. "Oh, just fuck me!"

"Not with that kind of attitude," Elliot said with a smirk, stopping just shy of exiting his body. It was too cold for that. He could only imagine how cold Jamison was, but he was being a brat, and that deserved a proper response. "I thought you were a good boy."

Jamison caught his gaze in the low light and, in his nicest, most sweet voice, said, "Please. I need you. I feel so empty without you filling me."

That was more than enough to get Elliot going again, and he pushed back inside to his full length, letting his balls slap against Jamison as he thrusted.

Now that he felt good again, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back, but kept his mouth shut tight to stifle his sounds of pleasure. Instead, he focused on how good it felt and how nice it was to be in the woods—the air was cold but smelled of the moss he was likely pressed into. It was even grounding and helped him enjoy each of Elliot's relentless, rapid thrusts into his prostate. "Oh my god, you're so fucking good!" Truly, he wondered if he compared. "Your dick is perfect!"