Cameron's words sounded less like a question than a plea.
He nudged again, the tip just pressing in. Cameron's body rolled, that hot, swollen ring of muscles kissing the tip of his cock.
"Wanton, needy man." He loved it, loved the way Cameron begged with and without words.
"Please. In me. Again."
He nodded and stopped teasing, pushing into Cameron's body. It felt like the perfect sheath around him, holding him tight. He slid all the way in, searching for that little spot.
"So deep..." Cameron moaned for him. "So deep."
He pulled out a little and thrust back in again, hitting Cameron's gland.
"Xander!" The shock and need in Cameron's voice went right to his balls. He did it again, eyes on Cameron's face. God, he couldn't believe anyone would give this up. Ever.
He kept thrusting, the tight heat magnificent around him, the look on Cameron's face even better.
"More. More. Oh, God. Please. Don't stop."
"Not stopping, Cameron. Don't ever want to stop." Not ever. Not now, not tomorrow, not in five days.
"No. Never. So good. Your cock. So good."
"You, too." He moved faster, pushed in harder.
Cameron looked totally blissful, peaceful. He just kept pounding, kept working Cameron's gland. Slowly, that peaceful look morphed into hunger. Groaning, he grabbed hold of Cameron's cock and began to pull.
"Yes... Harder. Harder. Never fucking come so much." Cameron's fingers dug into his shoulders, the nails stinging.
It spurred him on, and he shoved harder, tugged faster on that sweet cock.
"Yes. Yes." Cameron's sweet ass rippled around his prick, milking him.
"Fuck. Oh, damn." He kept pistoning his hips. Every thrust was met, Cameron slamming, bucking, taking him to the root. "Yes! Yes!" He shouted the word over and over.
Their skin slapped together, the sound so loud, so fucking perfect. He pressed his thumb into the slit of Cameron's cock, pushing hard. Cameron cried out, shot hard, heat spraying over his fingers. The way Cameron's ass squeezed around his cock made him catch his breath, moan. A moment later he was coming deep inside Cameron's body.
They slumped to the bed, Cameron holding his weight easily. God, he was going to be a wrung out puddle by the time they left the island. Given the blissed out look on Cameron's face, Xander was pretty sure he could live with that.
Cameron's fingers brushed his cheek, the touch soft and careful. He smiled and turned his face enough to lick his lover's fingertips.
"I'm glad it was you. I wanted my last week to be with someone special."
"Your last week? What are you talking about?" Cameron's last week of what? Did he really think he'd never find a lover who wanted him because he was blind?
Cameron's eyes closed, face shuttered. "It doesn't matter."
Oh, he hated that, the way the bliss and happiness disappeared. "Shh. It's okay, Cameron. We're here and now. Nothing else matters, right."
"That's right. You. Me. Now."
"Yeah, that's it. Just you and me, making each other feel good." In every way possible. Xander would see to it.
"Yes. Yes, Xander. As good as we can."
"It's going to be wonderful. I swear." On his life, he would make these the very best days of Cameron's life.
"I believe you." Cameron's lips brushed him.
"Good, because I mean it." He lay back on the bed and tugged at Cameron. "Come explore me. See me with your hands and mouth."
Cameron came to him, cheek on his shoulder, fingers sliding over his skin. The first touches were feather light, then they got firmer. He tried to lie still, tried to let Cameron simply explore, but he couldn't keep from moving into the touches, arching under Cameron.
Cameron's lips found his nipples, first one, then the other, the suction drawing them up to hard little points. He arched into Cameron's mouth, hand sliding around the man's scalp, holding him there for a moment. He could feel the softness of Cameron's tongue, sliding, licking, laving his sensitive skin.
"God, you're sensual." Cameron's explorations felt so
He nudged again, the tip just pressing in. Cameron's body rolled, that hot, swollen ring of muscles kissing the tip of his cock.
"Wanton, needy man." He loved it, loved the way Cameron begged with and without words.
"Please. In me. Again."
He nodded and stopped teasing, pushing into Cameron's body. It felt like the perfect sheath around him, holding him tight. He slid all the way in, searching for that little spot.
"So deep..." Cameron moaned for him. "So deep."
He pulled out a little and thrust back in again, hitting Cameron's gland.
"Xander!" The shock and need in Cameron's voice went right to his balls. He did it again, eyes on Cameron's face. God, he couldn't believe anyone would give this up. Ever.
He kept thrusting, the tight heat magnificent around him, the look on Cameron's face even better.
"More. More. Oh, God. Please. Don't stop."
"Not stopping, Cameron. Don't ever want to stop." Not ever. Not now, not tomorrow, not in five days.
"No. Never. So good. Your cock. So good."
"You, too." He moved faster, pushed in harder.
Cameron looked totally blissful, peaceful. He just kept pounding, kept working Cameron's gland. Slowly, that peaceful look morphed into hunger. Groaning, he grabbed hold of Cameron's cock and began to pull.
"Yes... Harder. Harder. Never fucking come so much." Cameron's fingers dug into his shoulders, the nails stinging.
It spurred him on, and he shoved harder, tugged faster on that sweet cock.
"Yes. Yes." Cameron's sweet ass rippled around his prick, milking him.
"Fuck. Oh, damn." He kept pistoning his hips. Every thrust was met, Cameron slamming, bucking, taking him to the root. "Yes! Yes!" He shouted the word over and over.
Their skin slapped together, the sound so loud, so fucking perfect. He pressed his thumb into the slit of Cameron's cock, pushing hard. Cameron cried out, shot hard, heat spraying over his fingers. The way Cameron's ass squeezed around his cock made him catch his breath, moan. A moment later he was coming deep inside Cameron's body.
They slumped to the bed, Cameron holding his weight easily. God, he was going to be a wrung out puddle by the time they left the island. Given the blissed out look on Cameron's face, Xander was pretty sure he could live with that.
Cameron's fingers brushed his cheek, the touch soft and careful. He smiled and turned his face enough to lick his lover's fingertips.
"I'm glad it was you. I wanted my last week to be with someone special."
"Your last week? What are you talking about?" Cameron's last week of what? Did he really think he'd never find a lover who wanted him because he was blind?
Cameron's eyes closed, face shuttered. "It doesn't matter."
Oh, he hated that, the way the bliss and happiness disappeared. "Shh. It's okay, Cameron. We're here and now. Nothing else matters, right."
"That's right. You. Me. Now."
"Yeah, that's it. Just you and me, making each other feel good." In every way possible. Xander would see to it.
"Yes. Yes, Xander. As good as we can."
"It's going to be wonderful. I swear." On his life, he would make these the very best days of Cameron's life.
"I believe you." Cameron's lips brushed him.
"Good, because I mean it." He lay back on the bed and tugged at Cameron. "Come explore me. See me with your hands and mouth."
Cameron came to him, cheek on his shoulder, fingers sliding over his skin. The first touches were feather light, then they got firmer. He tried to lie still, tried to let Cameron simply explore, but he couldn't keep from moving into the touches, arching under Cameron.
Cameron's lips found his nipples, first one, then the other, the suction drawing them up to hard little points. He arched into Cameron's mouth, hand sliding around the man's scalp, holding him there for a moment. He could feel the softness of Cameron's tongue, sliding, licking, laving his sensitive skin.
"God, you're sensual." Cameron's explorations felt so
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