55: Memories

“You are so damn gorgeous,” Stephen whispered with wonder and Xavier actually blushed. In the thrones of passion, he felt vulnerable.

“Please,” he cried out, wanting to reach that inevitable end. “I need to come.”

“Hold on, baby,” Stephen muttered sitting, and lifted Xavier so that he was sitting on his lap. In that position, Xavier swayed his hips, controlling the movement. He automatically wrapped his hand around Stephen's waist and buried his head in the crook of his neck. He took a deep whiff just as his muscles began clenching around Stephen's length.

“Fuck!” Stephen grunted, feeling a rush so familiar pool in his balls. There was no way he could stall the fall. He shot his seed in the condom, coming with a shudder. He threw his head back and cried in pleasure, while his hands which were loosely gripping Xavier's waist tightened. Both men heaved heavily, riding out their orgasm and at that moment nothing else mattered but the two of them. Their fight was practically non-existe