Broen Wrist Blues

Chris dangled the controller in front of Olly's face, taunting him. With his rigid claws Olly gave a half-hearted attempt at holding it, but it slipped out of his fingers and tumbled to the floor next to Chris's shorts and underwear.

"Guess we'll have to figure out another way for you to play," said Chris.

He leaned down and gave Olly a quick kiss as he picked up the controller and dropped it on the bed, and then he stood and walked around to Olly's bedside table.

Chris opened the drawer and pulled out his reliable bottle of lube. They had both been making good use of it the past two weeks and most of the rest of Chris's toys were left ignored in a bag at the back of Olly's sock drawer. He squirted some lube on the fingers of his right hand, turned halfway around so Olly could see his smooth backside, and slipped his fingers between his cheeks. He smiled over his naked shoulder as he started fingering himself.

Olly's cock throbbed, still contained in his sweatpants.

With enough lube in place, Chris took one more squirt and stepped over to where Olly sat, kneeling. He beckoned him up with a finger.

As Olly stood, Chris went to his knees, and a moment later Olly's sweatpants were on the floor and his hard cock stood out.

Chris licked his lips and then he licked Olly's cock.

Shivers ran up Olly's spine as he savoured the silky warm texture of Chris's tongue, but a moment later Chris pulled off and wrapped his lube-slicked fingers around Olly's cockhead.

Then Chris wiped his hands on a cum towel and crawled up on the bed. He picked up the game controller and unpaused the game, continuing where he left off like nothing had happened.

Olly almost didn't understand until Chris lay himself down, naked legs spread, propped up on his elbows so he could keep playing while Olly... played.

"Fuck, I love you," Olly said without thinking.

Chris smirked and paused the game again, turning slightly to face his lover. He beckoned Olly over with another finger.

Olly blushed and crawled up on the bed on his knees and leaned over to Chris as he continued to call him closer with his finger. Chris wrapped one hand behind Olly's head and pulled him in for a deep and sensual kiss.

Their tongues played, and then their lips parted with a wet smack.

"I love you too," said Chris quietly, "Now play with my ass while I fuck up this boss."

Olly grinned and shuffled over to get between Chris's legs. He positioned himself carefully and got down on his elbows, letting their naked bodies fit together.

Without needing to be asked, Chris reached back to position Olly's cock, aiming the head for his lubed hole. As Olly slipped the tip inside and felt Chris's warm sphincter stretch, Chris unpaused the game and continued playing.

Olly slid his dick deeper and chuckled as Chris managed to keep focused on the game, only moaning out slightly as Olly slid across his prostate.

"Is this hard mode?" Olly asked into Chris's ear.

Chris grunted as Olly bottomed out deep inside him and said, "It could be harder."

Olly rested his chin on Chris's shoulder and squeezed his warm torso with his biceps. Olly nudged Chris's legs a little further apart and drew his cock back a few inches, slipping past his prostate again and relishing all the little sounds that Chris couldn't hold back.

He took his time, there was no need to rush. Olly thrust gently, keeping himself as deep as possible, and as the pressure danced too close to climax he paused to watch Chris's game, their bodies moulded together.

Where Olly rested his chest and stomach against Chris's back, their skin started to perspire and stick together and Olly enjoyed the feeling of gently peeling them apart, letting the colder air tingle their damp skin.

They stayed locked together, gently fucking, watching and playing the game for half an hour or longer. Olly savoured the feeling of his cock locked in Chris's ass and sometimes sat still until he started to grow soft, and then pressed his hips and fucked until he was rock hard again.

Olly licked Chris's ear and whispered, "I love cumming inside you so much,"

Chris moaned and gently rocked his hips, fucking himself between the mattress and and Olly's dick.

Olly picked up his speed, pressing his cock as deep as possible before slipping half way out. Their naked bodies beat against each other, gentle slaps filling the air, as Chris moaned and dropped the controller to one side, his head tilting down in ecstasy, and then Olly thrust forward and felt his shaft twitch inside Chris as he started to cum deep inside him.

They lay together, connected, for a minute or more until Chris edged Olly out of him, rolling him over on his side so they could face each other. Chris leaned in and kissed Olly, holding him tightly, their legs entwined, sweat cooling on their skin.