He pressed his tongue deeper inside, feeling the tightness of Cooper’s muscles wrapping around it and revelling in every twitch and convulsion of Cooper’s hot body.
“Callum,” Cooper growled breathily. “Please…please fuck me now!”
Callum laughed and reached out for the lube. “Seeing as you asked so politely,” he said, tapping Cooper’s thigh. “But flip over. You’re doing all the work.”
Cooper instantly did as he was told, flopping over on to his back and giving Callum a look that smouldered with desire. Moving up on to his knees, he pressed a gentle kiss against Callum's forehead, it’s fragility and delicateness completely at odds with the press of his erection against Callum's chest.
Callum ran his hands down Cooper's back, and Cooper obligingly shifted to his knees so that Callum could reach behind and press a finger where his tongue had just been, the very tip feeling how open Cooper was, how ready he was for Callum's cock.
Cooper drew in a long breath and pressed down against Callum's finger. “Come on,” he said impatiently. “Enough waiting.”
“You do realise that you saying that just makes me want to drag this out longer?” Callum teased as he opened the lube.
“Definitely a bossy top,” Cooper growled, the breath suddenly hitching in his throat as Callum pushed two fingers fully inside him. Closing his eyes, he tipped his head back and Callum leaned forward, pressing his mouth against Cooper's neck as he opened him up.
“Christ, so tight,” Callum gasped in genuine surprise. Suddenly, waiting any longer was the very last thing on his mind. He reached out to the last place he had seen the condom, only to find that Cooper already had it in his hands. Smirking at having regained at least a little shred of authority, Cooper opened it and rolled it down over Callum's cock before moving forward to straddle his lap.
“Let’s fuck,” he rasped in a voice so torn apart by lust that Callum wasn't sure he would have recognised it.
Cooper closed his eyes and slowly sank down, his unbelievably tight and hot hole taking Callum fully inside in one long, steady movement. Callum clutched helplessly at Cooper’s hips, biting at his lower lip as he moved, until he was holding his cock still in the most fantastically soft and warm place it had ever been. Cooper opened his eyes and gave Callum a wide, gleeful smile. There was no trace of his usual cynicism and reserve in his face, just an expression of sheer delight.
“Callum,” he moaned breathily, swaying his hips almost as if he was dancing as he gently squeezed around Callum's cock. Callum wondered how he had lived this long without hearing his name said like that, and it was all he could do just to clutch at Cooper’s hips and ride it out, to keep breathing through the waves of pleasure that he was sending sweeping throughout him with every move he made.
His hand gripped the back of Cooper's head, his fingers tugging at his hair and pulling him down to kiss him as they moved together, every touch igniting new and more powerful waves of pleasure. Callum reached down and wrapped his hand around Cooper's cock, pulling on it to the same rhythm that Cooper had set between them and causing Cooper to groan and falter for a moment before continuing with renewed energy.
Cooper came first, clinging to Callum's shoulders with a grip that could bruise, his eyes wider than Callum had ever seen them before. His molten juices coated Callum’s chest as he stared at him like he was the only other person in the world. When Callum came, not long afterwards, he had to bite his tongue to stop the words he had been holding on to for so long just flowing out of him. Cooper held him throughout, kissing him hard as soon as Callum could breathe again. Post-orgasmic waves still thrumming through his body, he followed Cooper down as he pulled them back to the mattress, turning Callum until they lay face to face, their bodies still as their breathing slowed and feeling began to return to Callum's extremities, Cooper never letting go of him the entire time.
It took Callum nearly half an hour to regain some sense of reality, at last understanding the muted daze that Cooper's conquests always seemed to display. Now I'm one of them, he thought, but he didn't have the energy to regret it. Maybe that would come later. When Callum's brain began to properly function, he found himself waiting for Cooper to make his apologies and leave or, more likely, just get up and go without another word. He knew how Cooper operated, and he wasn't about to delude himself into thinking that he was any different.
Cooper didn't move though, and Callum found himself getting tense just waiting for it as he started to really contemplate what they had done. Regret began to build, along with recrimination. What had he been thinking? How on earth was he meant to keep on living with Cooper after this? How was he going to be able to keep his hands to himself and watch him seduce other men after having known what it was like to have been in their shoes? How could he confine himself to just being Cooper's friend when he had had a taste of what it meant to be more?
Callum forced himself to hold it all back and glanced over at Cooper, wondering if he had any idea what kind of emotional maelstrom he was facing. It seemed incredibly unlikely that he had even the faintest idea what it was like to be so churned up about another person. Cooper's eyes were shut and his breathing relaxed and slow.
“Are you going to sleep here?” Callum asked, unable to keep the anxiety completely out of his voice.
There was a long pause and Callum wondered if Cooper was already asleep. “I’d like to,” he eventually replied.
The knot in Callum's chest unfastened and he relaxed as he realised that Cooper wasn't treating him like any other one-night-stand. The foundations of their friendship were still in place, and it could carry them through.
Callum let his own eyes fall shut. “If you kick me in the night,” he said, “I shall be avenged.”
Cooper let out a tired laugh. “That sounds interesting.”
Callum closed his eyes to the sound of Cooper's breathing and the weight of his hand on his hip.
Maybe they would be able to muddle their way through this after all, even if he did still feel pole-axed by the physical and emotional sensations of last night. He couldn't let himself think about those right now though. He had a friendship to keep in one piece.
END
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