Chapter Thirty-Seven- Friends’ Desperation

It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn into a frenzy, as they always seemed to with us. My hands gripped his arms as his mouth plundered mine, stealing the breath from me with the merest caress. It might be wrong. I knew to hell it was wrong, but there was nothing I could do to stop the onslaught now we had started. I knew that I wanted to do this. Damn the consequences. I’d deal with them later.

His hands wound their way into my hair, dragging me even closer. Then he broke the kiss by tugging on my lower lip lightly with his teeth, then he laced kisses along my jaw. My pulse hammered; I could barely breathe. Then he broke away again, leaving me yearning for his touch. He stood up from the bed, and his eyes were on me as he pulled off his t-shirt.

I stood up as well, moving to him. I couldn’t keep back from him. He was in me like an addiction. I needed him. Reaching him, we exchanged a short, heated kiss, before I shifted my mouth to his neck. He tipped his head back and muttered my name to himself- making it sound like a mystical chant.

I kissed down his neck and onto his shoulder, taking my time about it. He made a satisfied noise as I nibbled along his collarbone, one hand coming up to toy with the hard bud of his nipple. Then he moaned as my mouth fixed over his other nipple. His hand found the back of my head, holding me in place as I assaulted the sensitive area.

Then I worked my way down his torso, biting and licking at whatever patch of skin took my fancy. I dropped to my knees in front of him, and trailed my tongue along the waist-band of his trousers slowly. By the time I had done that, I had his belt and fly undone and was able to pull his trousers down, urging him to step out of them. Under his gaze, I removed clothing slowly and teasingly, until he was standing there in just his boxers.

I smirked up at him before hooking a finger in the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down. He stepped out of him as well, kicking them back. Then he gasped as I reached out and took hold of his penis. I held it in both of my hands, rubbing it gently in order to create friction. He hardened under my fingers, and his hands came down to grip my shoulders in order to support himself.

I moved my thumb over the tip of his length, rubbing against the foreskin idly, before dipping my head to take him into my mouth. He let out another moan as I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting his precome. Then I shifted, taking more of him into my mouth. His hands snuck round onto the back of my head to hold me in.

I built up a rhythm gradually, his gasps and murmurings spurring me on. Then I suddenly deep throated him, and he came with a shudder, shooting his load into my waiting mouth. I swallowed all that he had to give, then got to my feet slowly. He pulled my mouth back to his immediately and the kiss was bruisingly passionate. I strained against him, his naked body pressing against my clothed one. I pushed him back onto the bed, then began to undress slowly before his eyes.

He just watched as I moved my t-shirt and trousers. Then he bit his lip gently as I slid off my boxers. I smiled at him slowly, before moving to a drawer. I pulled out a box, and removed a foil wrapper. Dougie grinned at me, “Smart boy.”

“Cautious boy,” I corrected, moving over to him and straddling him on the bed.

“Full box,” he commented.

I raised an eyebrow at him, leaning down to nip at his lip, “What’s your point?”

“I would have a full box as well.”

I pulled back to stare at him, “What? You and Harry haven’t-”

“Not yet,” he admitted. “We weren’t ready.”

“Dougie, are you sure that-?”

He put a finger to my lips, and removed the condom from my fingers. “I’m sure.” He tore open the packet with his teeth and before removing the condom from the opening. He moved his hand down, and I gasped as I felt him slide it onto my solid penis.

Our lips met once more, and he bucked up into me so that our crotches connected. Our moans were simultaneous. Still maintaining the kiss, I moved a hand down and slid one finger into him. His shiver was stilled by my lips, and he shifted uncomfortably as I flexed my finger gently inside him. It was soon joined by a second finger, then a third and I scissored carefully, stretching him.

Then I pulled my fingers out and edged myself into the hole that I’d just made. He whimpered, and I paused, pulling back to look at him, but he shook his head, “I’m sure, Tom.” And following his command, I jerked my hips and filled him completely.

I began to move my hops so that I was thrusting in and out of him. Suddenly, he let out a loud moan, his head falling back and ecstasy. Spurred on, I continued to thrust, making sure to hit that exact spot every time. The friction created was too much for me as I came hard inside of him.