Sumptuous

Erotic short. Just some slow and luxurious sex.

500w. Cis M/M, slow and loving sex during a heat wave.

The morning is slow and lazy and easy, and the summer heat settles over him like a blanket, a pleasant weight on his skin, over his body, his hair, his outstretched arms. Adam is careful not to lie on top of him or frame him in with his body, as much to protect himself from Vic’s radiating heat as it is not to make Vic overheat.

Adam’s hands are settled on the bed either side of Vic’s waist, and he’s rolling his hips forward to a gentle, comfortable rhythm, every movement sinking his cock deep into him before he draws back and drags, the head of his cock sliding perfect and sensuous against the roof of his hole.

They’re being quiet, not because they’re worrying about being heard or because they can’t be loud, but just because there’s no reason to be — they keep sighing and letting out soft, pleasured sounds, satisfied and easy, and neither of them is rushing to come, there’s no race toward orgasm. Vic is fully aware that he will come, that there’s an orgasm building inside him, but for now this sex is leisurely and luxurious, so fucking sumptuous.

This is the essence of hedonism, he thinks — Vic feels like he might just fall asleep, he’s so comfortable and so fucking happy, and Adam keeps on driving into him, each thrust sliding home and making him shudder and gasp when it hits at the right angle. His eyes are closed, but they flutter open when Adam slides forwards on his hands, catching their lips against one another.

He’s planking over top of Vic to keep their sweaty chests from touching, and Vic laughs as he leans up to kiss him, their lips moving against one another as Vic spreads his legs further apart to let Adam thrust in deeper.

He drags over a particularly sensitive part of the muscle at the entrance of his hole — not even just his prostate, but the fucking muscle, making it quiver, making him quiver.

“Love you,” murmurs Adam.

“Love you,” echoes Vic sleepily, feeling as though he’s melting into the fucking sheets as Adam draws back and quickens his pace a little bit, not slamming into him but just rocking into him a bit faster, suddenly racketing up the tension gathering within him, his body tensing up on the bed in anticipation of the coming release.

“Fucking beautiful,” says Adam softly, his voice quiet and almost worshipful, dripping over him like honey. “So fucking gorgeous like this, so fucking sweet for me, my darling, my sweetheart — ”

Vic’s orgasm is sputtering and messy, come painting his belly — Adam’s come in him is hot, is so hot he lets out a gasping noise and wriggles in response, and Adam laughs, his hands coming to slide burning hot over his chest, squeezing before coming down to his hips.

“Let’s have a shower,” he says. “A nice, cold shower.”

“I can’t move,” mumbles Vic, pouting out his lips and looking blearily up at Adam before he puts up his arms. “Carry me?”

Adam laughs, and responds by dragging him by his ankles out of bed — Vic goes, but only while howling vague complaints and scrabbling helplessly at the sheets as if to hold himself back.