[There's the noise of too many things being flung around when Wyatt opens his bedside table drawer, but Jaden doesn't even care - he'll be OCD about his shit later, when he's not hard and aching for Wyatt, when there's not the smell of sex surrounding them and making it impossible to think about anything else.
He shivers when Wyatt grabs his cock with a lubed up hand, and arches into it, shoulders pushing down into the mattress.]
Fuck, fuck, let me - I wanna -
[He knows, in a corner of his mind, that Wyatt's not ready yet, that maybe he wants Jaden's fingers, but it's hard to think, to formulate a plan when all he wants is to bury his cock inside Wyatt, as deep as he could go, fuck up into him and stay there until he can't anymore, feel Wyatt squeeze his muscles around him.
He opens his eyes, forces his brain to slow down enough to form a sentence. It's probably the hardest thing he's ever had to do.]
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He shivers when Wyatt grabs his cock with a lubed up hand, and arches into it, shoulders pushing down into the mattress.]
Fuck, fuck, let me - I wanna -
[He knows, in a corner of his mind, that Wyatt's not ready yet, that maybe he wants Jaden's fingers, but it's hard to think, to formulate a plan when all he wants is to bury his cock inside Wyatt, as deep as he could go, fuck up into him and stay there until he can't anymore, feel Wyatt squeeze his muscles around him.
He opens his eyes, forces his brain to slow down enough to form a sentence. It's probably the hardest thing he's ever had to do.]
D'you need my - my fingers? Your own?