Liked it did you? Liked it that... hard?

The passion is back, it's in his eyes, almost spilling from every pore on his body and neither can deny that this is where they belong.

Syed doesn't answer. His hands reply for him as he reaches down, the necessity to feel him inside of him again now uncontrollable. He barely brushes the fabric of Christian's trousers with his fingertips before they're swiftly pushed away. Those green eyes take over his own, he feels himself falling in to them again, falling under his spell.

Don't fucking touch me.

He doesn't move, he can't. His fear at being rejected twists his insides, causes a swelling to rise in his throat. He's scared he's not going to get fucked by him again. His eyes, still locked on his idyllic face search for a sign but there isn't one. He can't read him, he can't tell if Christian is playing games with him or not. He swallows the dread, his nerves over the possibility of being denied him unmistakably obvious.

You don't fucking touch me again...until I tell you to.

He's back in his happy place, here with Syed. His Syed. And he's teasing him, seducing him, toying with him. He spins him around before he can reply and pulls him back in to him. To feel his skin against his again is euphoric. To hear his breathing accelerate with each second that passes, knowing he's waiting for him yields Christian's impatience slightly. Their fucking has always been intense, always consumed them both and tonight is no different. Tonight they are each others again.

Do you remember our safe words?

Syed nods quickly. He does but he's never needed them. He would never tell him to stop.

He feels his head being pulled in to Christian, slotting in to the gap between his shoulder and neck where he fits so perfectly he swears it was made just for him. His stubble gently scratches him as he speaks, kindling a deeper stirring in his groin.

Tell me

Yellow when I'm close, red to stop.

The words rush from his mouth, he's desperate to end anything that pauses what he knows is coming.

Good boy.

His whisper is seductive in his ear, it's sexy as fuck and Syed can't hold in the groan that slips from his lips. He wants him, more than he ever thought possible. He wants every inch of him and his skin shivers from the thought.

Christian can feel his excitement, he can see the goosebumps run down his neck, spread across his shoulders and travel down his chest. His hands skim his hips, the fire in them electric as he touches his nakedness and slowly pushes him forward on to their bed. Syed's instinct kicks in and his hands hold his weight against the mattress a second before it's to late. He's ready for him, he's always ready for him.

Turning himself over on to his back Syed's breath catches in his throat just as he witnesses Christian dropping his trousers. Even now, even after the countless times he's seen this man naked he still takes his breath away.

With his eyes still fixed on Christian he manages to remove his boots just before he sits up slightly on the bed, panting as he sees him move closer to him. Fuck, this is what I want! His mind screams at him. He is what I want.

Christian takes the few small steps over to him slowly, climbs on to the bed and straddles his lover, his cock threatening to explode just from the sight of him. There's no one else alive in that moment, they are the only people in existence and they exist only for each other. He loves him, fuck he loves him so much. He runs his hand around the back of Syed's neck, smirking as he witnesses his shudder from his touch, and pulls him upwards.

Sure about this?

He has to check, he has to know he meant what he said. He went so hard earlier, so deep he still doesn't believe Syed didn't feel anything put pain.

Syed nods at him hungrily. He's never been more sure of anything in his life. He wants to feel that again, he needs it. And he wants so badly to kiss him, taste him. The feel of Christian's tongue dancing against his own has never failed to surprise Syed. But doesn't move in to him, he's so lost in this moment with him he can't think how to move his body.

But he doesn't need to, Christian does it for him. He pushes his lips down on to Syed's and the passion all but explodes from the both. This is how he wants it, this is the part he loves. Just a kiss, that's all he ever asks for from Syed. Just one kiss. Anything else that follows is just a bonus.

Losing himself in the moment he relishes in their kiss for as long as he can. He will never tire of kissing this man, of his lips joined together like this. But he can feel Syed's cock under him, concealed in his trousers and he knows he has to satisfy him. He always needs to satisfy Syed first, it's what he was made for. Their lips still paired he reaches upwards pulls Syed's hair, his head forced backwards. Their kiss is broken but their lips remain together, Christian can never resist biting those lips of his and his bite of Syed's bottom lip drives his cock to twitch. His patience has gone already, his need for him starts to seep from his cock. Releasing his lovers lip he places a light kiss on where his nibble was before uttering the words confidently.

Suck me

He stands, pulling Syed with him before he watches his face slide down in front of him, ready to comply with his request. Gasping as his mouth opens and closes on him slowly, his tongue curving around him perfectly as he moves down, consuming his entire length. Fuck this is good they both think, neither aware their thoughts mirror each others. But he doesn't have the patience for slow tonight, he's waited months for him to come back to him, he can't wait any more. Christian's hand rests on the back of his head and pushes him down on him, hard.

I said suck me, don't play with me.

Elated, Syed feels the familiar gag he relished in earlier as he pushes his mouth down on his thick cock, deep. Leaving as much of the wetness his mouth creates on him as he can. The urge to suck him is overpowering but he resists it, how he doesn't know but he does. Instead he drives himself down on him, again and again, the sounds of protest from his throat do nothing but heighten both their pleasure.

Unable to stand the wait any longer Christian removes himself from his mouth, the remnants of spittle from Syed's throat still clinging on between Christian's cock and Syed's mouth. The sight sends him in to a frenzy and he pulls Syed to his feet. His eyes are watering from gagging so much, his lips are almost swollen and a trickle of spit runs down the side of his mouth.

He has never seen him looking so erotic.

He can feel Christian taking his weight in his arms as he's lowered back on to the bed, their lips joined again in mania of kisses. He's so lost in him that he doesn't feel the strong arms undo his trousers, slide them down his legs. He doesn't feel his feet kick them away from his body. All he feels is him, beside him, consuming him.

In one swift move he twists Syed's waist slightly, hi back still flat on the bed. Running his arm under Syed's top leg, pushing it up to a perfect position, he pushes himself in without any warning. Syed gasps so hard he breaks their kiss.

Safe words Sy he reminds him softly.

Fuck no!

He smiles his reply as that feeling only Christian can give him surges through him. No safe words, not when it's this good.

Hard?

Hard

The confirmation is all he needs, Syed's a dirty fucker and he never knew it! He slides an arm under Syed, his hand resting on his shoulder to hold him in place, his other strokes his face as he turns him to face him. He needs to see him when they're fucking, he needs to see when it gets too much for him. His lips find their mates again as he positions himself, his feet resting against the board at the bottom of the bed.

Sy...

He nods, he knows what's coming and he cannot wait for it. That earlier fucking awakened a kink in Syed he never knew he had and he wanted it again.

Their lips crash together as Christian's body pushes in opposite directions. His arms pulls down on Syed's shoulder, his feet push up against the bed, thrusting his cock deep inside of him.

Fuck Christian!

It's deep and it's the most sensational feeling Syed has ever felt. But he feels him loosen his grip on his shoulder, feels him slowly start to pull out of him./p

Do it again.

Christian doesn't move, he's so anxious that he's hurting him he backs down.

Fuck Christian do it again!

But...

It's instinct. Please, don't stop.

His voice almost pleads, he can feel Syed's body shiver against his, feel him pushing himself down on to his cock, trying his best not to let him go. Fuck! Christian thinks, he really is enjoying this. So he obeys. He slams up him so hard and deep that Syed calls out through his smile.

Knowing he can't go this deep and fast should be a drawback to them both. But feeling Syed's glee as he pounds him washes that away. Nibbling Syed's ear lobe he whispers with each thrust upwards he takes.

You're..

He pushes in deep

Fucking

Again

Loving

Another deep thrust

This

Somehow it's harder

Aren't you?

Before a reply can come Christian closes his mouth on Syed's. His slams in to him don't let up, Syed's groans beg him not to, and he can't resist but smile as he feels Syed's cum hit his chest. Over and over he pounds him, each as glorious as the last, Syed's satisfaction roaring from his throat.

I'm coming again

Finally grabbing Syed's cock in his hand he double fucks him hard. The speed of his hand a total opposite to the slowness of his cock. But he knows what that feels like, to have that difference and he can see Syed's approval shooting from him with such force he cries out.

He's spent, Syed is totally and utterly spent. He's lost count of the amount of times he's cum tonight but he loved the pleasure every release gave him. He can feel his body awakening again as Christian's pace changes. His cock thrusts in to him at a pace he loves, he knows he's about to shoot his load inside of him.

He's held off for too long, he needs his own release. Tonight has been the most amazing sex Christian has ever had. He doesn't want it to be over but he knows his release will be something he's never felt before.

And he's right. As it leaves him in long bursts his orgasm travels through his body, his toes curl and his fingers flex. His orgasm lingers in him as his voice travels around the room; his groans leave him with a satisfaction he's never had before. Every inch of him is quenched in his needs for him.

He pulls himself out of him and falls on to his back, his arm still locked under Syed's body. Their heavy breathing is in unison with each others, neither can muster up the energy to move.

After what feels like hours, Syed curls himself on to Christian's chest, his hand making it's way up the familiar torso, his fingers performing their usual post-sex activity in his chest hair. Christian sighs at the familiarity of it all and runs his hands through Syed's hair, his own ritual when they're like this.

Neither know how long has past, how long they lay in this state of bliss, only that they're content. There are no words, none are needed. Not yet.

With his relaxed state threatening to take him in to a slumber Christian opens his eyes wide and turns his head. As he looks around the room, remembering the sights from just a few short hours ago, his eyes fall to his table and an odd shine smeared across it, a long drip hanging from its edge. As he realises what it is he laughs, breaking the silence with his words;

What the f..? Is that your cum on my table?!

He can feel Syed's smile against his chest.

I um... may have cum on my chest earlier. Just before you pushed me down on to it.

Fuck Sy, how much came out of you?!

His laughs escapes him again and Syed can't help his happiness taking over him. He's him again. His Christian is back.

A lot. Twice the first time, 3 times the last time I think. I lost count.

He nuzzles himself deeper in to his chest, inhaling the feint aftershave that has worn off throughout the day.

I'm sorry.

Syed's words leave his mouth before he can stop them. He knows he owes him so much more than that but it's all he can say.

Don't spoil it.

Christian pulls him deeper in to him, inhales his scent before he feels Syed's body shift. It must be that time again. The time he dreads. He mentally prepares himself for the answer to his question

Do you need to leave?

Its dark outside. The lights are on in the flat and he has no idea what time it is but he knows he's been here for hours. Questions will be asked.

Can I stay the night?

How are you going to explain that when you go home in the morning?

Now who's spoiling it.

He didn't care about tomorrow. He didn't care about the questions from his family, the knowing look his mother would give him. All he knew was that he didn't want to leave him. And that his face was the first he wanted to see in the morning.

You can always stay Sy, you never have to leave if you don't want to.

Syed knew he meant the words. God how he wished he could make them a reality. Staying in these walls with Christian was his dream. If he never left he'd be happy.

Can I kiss you? He asks him as he lifts his head from his chest.

Christian gives a small chuckle, they're back to normal, back to being them.

When have you ever asked my permission to do that?!

Syed shrugs and smiles his reply

First time for everything

He reaches up, his hand following as he pulls him in to their gentle kisses. It's all either need, both know nothing more will happen between them tonight. It doesn't need to. They have each other, that's all they need.

In their blissful state, and pulling away from his lips slightly, Syed finally says the words Christian asked him to say hours ago, he owes him that.

I love you.