I laughed as I tackled him against the couch, pushing him against the cushions and trying to hold him in place while he wriggled under me. It had been my idea to "wrestle," by which I in fact meant play this dumb game where the first person to take the others socks off wins. It was clearly and shamelessly an excuse to have my face inches from his while our bodies were pressed together, but that doesn't mean I wasn't also trying to win: I'm competitive that way.
"You know," I said, straining with effort as he bucked and writhed under me while I tried to reach for his feet, "this is a lot more fun picking on someone my own size. My ex was tiny; the poor girl barely put up a fight."
"What?" he grunted as he squeezed a hand out and tried to use it to push me off of him. "You're way bigger than me, how is this fair?"
I grinned as I let him push me, but only just enough to twist to the side and snake my left arm around and put him in a headlock, my bicep pressed against his cheek. Holding him in place with my legs, I reached my other hand down and pressed it against the growing bulge at his crotch: "Not everywhere," I said, my breath hot against his ear.
His jaw slackened and he let out the most delicious moan as I squeezed and massaged his bulge, eyes glazing as all the blood in his body was suddenly redirected between his legs. "Oldest trick in the book," I snickered as I promptly let go and reached down to yank a sock off.
"Hey, that's cheating!" he yelled, the fight suddenly back in him as he writhed, trying to throw me off. "All's fair in love and war," I said through my grin, squeezing to try and hold him in place. He suddenly froze as we both realized that I had inadvertently said the word that both of us had been avoiding for as long as we had been seeing each other.
"I didn't mean--" Suddenly he twisted around and slipped out from under me, rolling so he was sitting on top of me. Panting and glistening with sweat (I told you I'm competitive), he slowly eased down till his face was inches from mine. A drop of sweat fell from the tip of his nose and landed on my cheek.
Wordlessly, he leaned in and licked it off my face, tongue hot against my skin, grinding against my crotch as he did so. He grinned as he kissed me deeply, like I was the first drink of water he'd had after a day in the sun, like he was bending down to drink directly from a river. I melted into the kiss, mind going blank as the only things in the world became the two of us on that couch, bodies pressed against each other, the taste of his sweat salty on my lips.
And then he suddenly broke off without warning, leaving me gasping desperately for whatever had just happened to keep happening. I looked up just in time to see him grinning ear to ear as he reached back and yanked one of my socks off, dangling it in front of my face.
"Oldest trick in the book," he said smirking.
"Oh, it's like that?"
"It's like that."
I laughed as I launched myself back at him, wrestling him down into the couch (though I suspected he was not putting up quite as much of a fight as he could have). I pushed him face down against the cushion and pinned his hips in place with mine. I felt my cock pressed against his tight, perfect ass and began moving my hips, moaning gently as I started grinding against him. He began panting from beneath me as I moved faster and faster, my motions more and more desperate. He pressed himself against me, rubbing against the couch beneath him as we both let the pleasure of the moment take us. I leaned down and kissed the back of his neck, his scent thick in his curls as we continued undulating against each other.
"Fuck," I realized as I moved faster and faster, "I'm going to cum like this if I don't stop, and I haven't even gotten my pants off yet!"
With what felt like a herculean force of will, I stopped humping him long enough to twist us around so we were on our side, still pressed against each other but spooning now. The frustrated moan he let out told me he was probably close too, but that horny idiot would have probably just finished then and there if I let him. To be fair, that horny idiot probably could turn around and keep going even if he did, but I had other plans for his first orgasm.
I reached my arm around and unbuttoned his pants, all the while continuing to kiss the back of his neck, my breath hot against him. I started sucking on his earlobe as I reached my hand down and grabbed his throbbing erection, already slick with precum and sweat.
God, his cock was incredible. Despite being a skinny little twink, he had an absolutely delicious fat cock that he was hiding away, ready to surprise anyone lucky enough to get him in this position. I was pretty big myself, a nice thick seven inches that I could think of many good uses for at that moment, but he was almost an inch longer and almost as thick. Usually, a cock like that would be wasted on a bottom, but I convinced him of the virtues of being versatile, and we made sure to get some damn good mileage out of each and every one of those inches.
I'm normally pretty happy topping, though I've been known to enjoy being fucked when the moment called for it. With him, though? I suddenly became a wimpering little slut that could do little more than beg for him to rail me. It would honestly kind of scare me if it wasn't so fucking hot.