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Different – Chapter Ten – Teddy Bear
Pitch was clutching the sheets beneath him, gasping and huffing as Jack pounded into him. Continuously chewing his lower lip, Pitch moaned loudly with each thrust. "God, Jack, you're so good!"
Jack tried to come up with a coherent response. The most Pitch actually understood past their collective moaning, the loud slaps of skin, and the creaks of the rocking bed was "tight". Pressing his forehead down into the bed, Pitch wailed loudly when Jack grabbed hold of his hips, yanking him back further onto his length. The words "oh fuck" seemed to be leaving his lips more often this way- Jack was going so deep inside him.
"Jack, more!" he begged, rocking back into the smaller body. Jack gave him more- he pressed his body against Pitch's and began rutting directly against him. "Mm, mm, Mmm!" His moans were muffled now, as he was now chewing on the pillow under him. Jack seemed to like it, the moment Pitch began muffling his own moans, Jack's became louder. (Maybe he was compensating?) Either way, Pitch adored the sound of his voice yelping and grunting with the force of his thrusts.
It felt like his shoulders were slamming down onto concrete Jack was fucking him so hard. Pitch wailed helplessly with his orgasm, every muscle in his body clenching up, making Jack gasp loudly with his own orgasm. He felt Jack collapse on top of him once he was completely spent, and he couldn't help but smile at how heavy he felt.
"Tired?" he asked between gasps, lowering himself so that Jack was no longer bent at a ninety degree angle.
Jack exhaled slowly before he replied, "Exhausted…"
Pitch smiled and listened as Jack slowly began to fall asleep. He loved the fact that Jack fell asleep almost every time they had sex. Xavier never would. He would have always fucked Pitch until he had passed out. He never got the enjoyment of hearing his lover's breathing slow into a peaceful lull.
He didn't even care that he was squished underneath Jack, completely flaccid penis still inside his body, flat on his stomach against the mattress. He loved the one laying on top of him. He'd give up anything to be able to stay this way with him forever.
Jack hadn't even worried about his arm like Pitch had. Pitch had thought he might pull something, but Jack had just gone right ahead and made love to him. And he was happy with his confidence in himself.
"I love you," Jack whispered to Pitch, wriggling a little into a more comfortable position. Pitch thought he was asleep: he was pleased he wasn't.
"I love you too," Pitch whispered in response, "I love you so much…"
He felt Jack laugh, but didn't hear it. Nuzzling his head into Pitch's back, Jack asked, "More than you loved your boyfriend?"
"More than I loved my childhood teddy bear." This time he heard Jack laugh. The sound was so beautiful. He wanted to hear more of it.
"You had a teddy bear?" Jack asked, still laughing.
Pitch smiled against the pillow. "I don't have it anymore," he said, "now I have you to cuddle with." Jack hummed appreciatively to that and kissed Pitch's shoulder blade.