It isn't a question of making it work. I know that we can do it. I just don't want to.
But I do what I have to and so does he.
And we make the best of it.
His hair is longer than the last time I saw him and so fucking soft it's obscene. I use it to hold him down. The harder I grip, the louder he moans. I pull and his ass squeezes my orgasm right out of me.
He's bucking against me, begging to come. So close and waiting for me to let him have it. When I take control like this he gives himself over completely.
He hits a rough spot financially and I go to New York to convince him to let me help.
I use my fingers and tongue and cock in an attempt to coerce him, but he's a stubborn asshole. He wants to do it on his own, prove to himself and everyone else that he can.
In the end I just have to remind him that we're partners and this is what we do for each other.
There are lines of come streaked across his stomach. The last few drops slide over the head of his dick and fall just below his navel.
He looks really good like this. Chest heaving from the exertion, body covered in a sheen of sweat, dick half hard - not sure if we're done yet. But most of all, he looks unbelievably hot with come dripping from his pale skin.
One drip somehow landed on his hip bone and that's the spot I suck clean first.
Everything comes down on me at once. We lose a huge client at Kinnetik, Gus is in trouble at school and Mikey's pissed at me about some asshole comment I made.
Just when I'm about to lose myself in a bottle of Beam he shows up and suggests I get lost in his ass instead.
And then before he goes back home he smooths things over with Mikey, reminds me that all kids get in trouble at school and tells me to get my ass in gear and get out and find two bigger clients for Kinnetik to replace the one I lost.
We haven't seen each other in a few months and we've been up all night fucking. He's half asleep, but I'm not done with him yet.
He looks fucking beautiful all fucked out and exhausted. I spoon up close behind him, letting my cock settle in between his thighs. I fuck him slowly like that and right when the rough friction of strong muscles and leg hairs is threatening to become uncomfortable or make me come, he tells me to stop fucking around and fuck him already.
Living together in a home that is ours is different. Being in the same city together for more than a few days is a relief. Not having to wait months for a good blow job is really fucking good. Fucking raw is better than all the rest of it put together.
We're not married, but we're together and that's good enough. It's what works for us. And when I'm coming in his ass without a condom in the way, it seems to me that it is more than working.