"Do you still feel sore?" Henry asks when they get in bed, but even as he asks, he has already gotten rid of their clothes, lying against Riley's thighs.
The heat of his body presses against Riley, and Riley can feel the steady weight of him there, teasing.
Riley laughs softly, breath catching between the kiss and the charged tension swirling in the room. "Why are you asking now? If I said yes, would you stop right now that we're this far?" he asks.
Henry goes quiet, the thought of stopping already unbearable. "No, but I can promise to be careful enough not to make it worse," he mutters, pressing himself even closer, letting Riley feel the heat, the tension, the undeniable pull between them.
Riley feels it all... the need, the warmth, the friction... and it makes him clutch Henry tighter.
He feels Henry shifts, settling between his thighs, Riley's legs raise up a bit, making him feel Henry's hard, hot, wet, cock already pressing at him, at his entrance.
