HIS SECRET DESIRE (MxM)
“Bed. On your back. Legs open.”
Felix scrambled to obey, lying back, knees bent and spread wide, hole still slick and flushed from earlier. Christopher grabbed the lube from the nightstand, slicked himself up quick, then pushed Felix’s thighs back further.
“You want to be wrecked, yeah?” Christopher asked, lining up.
Felix nodded fast, eyes glassy. “Yes, please, fuck me stupid, I need it so bad.”
Christopher didn’t go slow this time. He sank in with one long thrust, bottoming out, and Felix arched off the bed with a broken cry. “Fuck—yes—harder—”