Two Degrees of Separation

Chapter 18: On One Condition

Author's Note: Smut, smut, smut!

Chapter 18: On One Condition

"Tell me you're okay?" Harry's heart was pounding, but it felt like it stopped as Scott emitted the pained noise. Scott's lips found his, and Harry instantly knew that everything was alright.

"I'm fucking amazing," Scott groaned. Harry's heart felt like it could beat again.

"That, you are," Harry replied. He ran his hands down his boyfriend's sides before letting them fall onto his ass, squeezing him there.

Harry didn't want this to end. He wished he could figure out a way to keep himself from finishing, but he could feel his orgasm coming quickly as he slammed into the body above him. He watched as Scott's stomach muscles stretched beneath his skin as his back arched and Harry hit his prostate again. Harry bit his lip, willing himself not to release yet. He wanted to watch Scott like this for a little longer. He wanted to make Scott feel this good for as long as possible. He wanted to hear these sounds for the rest of his life. Knowing that he was doing this to Scott made him feel more powerful as each minute passed.

Harry ran a hand up and down Scott's abdomen as Scott continued to bounce on top of him. Then, Harry pushed at him, and Scott was on his back again.

Harry withdrew and crawled off of the bed. Scott inhaled sharply, and Harry knew exactly how he felt. There was nothing worse than being so close, and then feeling so suddenly empty. Harry knew he had to fix that.

He grabbed Scott's ankles and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Standing over him, Harry lined himself up again before plunging back in, allowing his new position to let him pump in and out of him with more force, and giving himself control again. Scott's breathing was erratic and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

The hottest part, though? That was watching his hands clutch beautifully at the bedsheets as his back arched. Harry was pounding into him now, abandoning all of his worry, and wanting desperately to make Scott scream his name.

Then he found what he was looking for, again.

"F-f-fuck," Scott's eyes were clamped shut as Harry slammed into his prostate again and again. Almost what Harry was looking for, but not quite, yet.

Harry reached between them and grabbed Scott's cock, alternating teasingly between pumping it and squeezing at its base, eliciting more beautiful whimpers from the body below. He groaned in response, feeling himself nearing his edge, again.

His hand moved more quickly now, his other gripping Scott's hip so tightly he was sure it would bruise, as he bucked into Scott with as much force as he thought the blond could handle.

"Ha-rry, fuck, Har- God," Scott was panting, now, his words no longer making sense. So close.

"HARRY," Scott yelled and his body shook as he exploded into Harry's hand, and Harry couldn't contain himself, between hearing his name and seeing the man coming apart below him. He thrusted through his own orgasm, moaning out Scott's name, before leaning forward to kiss the forehead of the man looking up at him. He remained inside of him for a moment longer, feeling himself go soft before pulling out, slowly.

They were both covered in sweat. Harry kissed up and down Scott's torso, lazily, feeling the thumping of Scott's heart against his sternum beneath Harry's lips. He slowly made his way up to Scott's mouth, kissing him with as much tenderness as he could convey in the action.

"Mine?" Harry whispered.

"Yours," Scott replied. They sat in a comfortable silence as Harry's heart fluttered. "Yours any time you want."