Page 95 of Sweet T

Tucker considered the sergeant role-play, but was enjoying himself too much to stop and speak. Instead, he pressed in deeper with his tongue, relishing Evan’s squirming response. He thought about Evan’s piercing blue eyes, his beautiful smile, wishing he could see them at the height of such intense pleasure.

When Tucker stopped to reach for the lube, Evan pressed back again, mourning the absence of Tucker’s slick and attentive tongue. Tucker playfully slapped Evan’s ass. “At ease, soldier! That’s an order.”

“Yes, sir.”

He used a generous amount of lube and began fingering Evan’s hole. Once again, Evan reflexively pressed into it.

“Be still. This is my inspection, private.”

Evan ceased moving.

Tucker did the ritual, one finger, then two. Evan grunted with the second one, but remained silent otherwise.

“We can stop. Switch things up to the usual.”

“No,” Evan said. “I really want to try again.”

Instead of answering, Tucker continued with his “inspection.” He used more lube and hooked both index fingers into Evan’s hole, tugging outward and stretching him open.

“Looks good in there, young man. Plenty of room for me to occupy. Now turn around and grease me up.”

Evan did as told. Tucker handed him the lube and Evan squeezed some in his hands, applying it to Tucker’s cock. With the first stroke, precum oozed from Tucker, a near steady stream down and over Evan’s hand.

Tucker looked Evan in the eye, all role-play aside. “This may not last very long. I’m close already.”

“Good. Because I’m not sure how long I’ll last.”

“Then stop. I told you I don’t need this.”

“I know,” Evan said, with the same vulnerability of their first time on the dirt road. It wasn’t about sex. It was about healing. “But I do.”

Tucker scooted out from the headboard a bit to make some room, the first move he’d made from the position Evan had discovered him. Evan stood, squatted, and mounted. Tucker felt his cock slip up and in, lickety-split.

“Hold me a sec while I slip my legs over yours. I want to sit instead of kneeling.”

Tucker did as asked, and soon they were face-to-face. Evan sank down again, so that Tucker was fully in.

“Everything OK?” Tucker asked.

Evan nodded. “Yeah. Just getting acclimated. It’s better, though, having you near me.”

Tucker kissed Evan, squeezing their bodies together, realizing maybe why Evan had chosen the position. There was no way for either of them to attempt full strokes, only slow rocking, enjoying each other with very little movement.

“Not exactly active duty,” Tucker said.

“No, sir. Just you and me, and I have to say it’s pretty perfect.”

“That grimace says otherwise.”

Evan chuckled. “I’m OK because it’s you. You’re the only one I’ll ever let do this, you know.”

“I’m honored.”

“It’s not because of what happened. I want you to know that. It’s because it’s you, Tucker.”

“I’m glad.”

“You should be,” Evan said, panting. “You’re the only one I’ll ever give permission to park their truck in my garage.”