Contributor: Zelda Zonk
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Doug's going deeper and faster than he has before. He hears Aiden's belaboured moans underneath him and pauses for a second so his breath can even out a bit. Doug steadies his hand on Aiden's left butt check. Only after Aiden smiles back at him does he slap it hard.
"Don't stop," Aiden pants.
Doug places both hands on Aiden's waist, gripping him hard as he continues to plunge in and out of him. When he slides out accidentally, Aiden lets out a small yelp. Doug shushes him, and then slaps his ass again.
"Turn over," Doug commands. Aiden groans as he moves, and then smiles when Doug meets his eye.
"This is what I like," Doug says.
Aiden touches himself on the bed, craning his neck, his Adam's apple large and exposed, covered with hickeys, and he grabs the pillow. He puts it under his back and then Doug grabs his leg. Throwing it over his shoulder, he tells Aiden to touch himself before he goes back inside. Aiden's mouth is agape anytime he's not biting his lip. Doug remembers why they don't have sex this way that often -- Aiden's faces always put him over the edge. He needs to bite his tongue to keep going, and he keeps stopping and starting again in rapid succession. Going slow makes him come faster -- it seems to completely go against physics. Instead, to last the longest, he needs to thrust deeper and deeper into Aiden, then stop completely. Aiden whines anytime Doug's rhythm changes, but he smiles up at him all the same.
"You're going to kill me," Doug pants as he watches Aiden. He has to pull out completely to regain composure this time, dangling precariously close to that edge.
"Look who's talking," Aiden teases. Doug slaps him again before he goes back inside.
It's not going to be much longer, but Doug wants to spread out those moments one by one, like the beads that they sometimes use. It's a complete shame, he knows, that when he really likes someone -- or maybe even love, like in the case of Aiden -- he can never last that much at all. To be a Casanova, he needs to go for hours, but to actually be in love, he lasts mere minutes. The time and his reputation creep up on him and he can't take it any longer.
"Fuck," he utters, along with a bunch of other mangled syllables. He tries to keep thrusting inside of Aiden, especially as Aiden begins to come on his own chest. Doug stops as suddenly as he started and lowers his body over Aiden's. Aiden teases Doug by moving around and hovering just above his lips, but he eventually gives into Doug's charm. Doug keeps touching Aiden's arms and sides as they kiss, working up the nerve to ask him to stay the night.
"So we can keep going?" Aiden asks, and Doug nods.
"Yeah. I'd like more time with you."
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Zelda is a media theorist and poet who writes erotica on the side. She is currently working towards a PhD and holds a part-time position at a magazine. Zelda Zonk was the name that Marilyn Monroe used when she checked into hotels and booked flights.
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