*Wyl*
He was the most infuriating, controlling, sexiest, sweetest guy that Wyl had ever met. Who the hell had the control to stop practically in the middle of the goddamn act? What kind of person would remember to be considerate to someone who was probably a one-night stand?
When Robbie told Wyl he wasn't going to fuck him, he felt strangely broken, still raging with need but hurting inside with the thought that he had somehow disappointed this man. When Robbie explained his reason, Wyl wasn't sure whether to growl at him or kiss him. He didn't care if it hurt, he really didn't―he was inured to pain at this point. But Robbie cared. And Wyl cared about Robbie. He was practically insane with want, but he cared too much to force the issue.
When Robbie delivered his alternative, Wyl's eyes snapped open.
"You want me to what?"
"Fuck me." Robbie grinned. "It hasn't been so long for me, it'll be easier." He tilted his head. "Unless you don't like topping."
"No, I really do, but…" Wyl blinked. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely." With one smooth motion, Robbie rolled them over so that now Wyl was on top, his hips cradled between Robbie's thighs. "And you're dripping like a faucet, so I don't think lube will be a problem. I like it rougher anyway.”
Wyl was trembling with pent-up need. He wanted to go, just to go, but he stopped himself. "How do you want me to—"
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"Don't do anything else. I'm fine, trust me. Just start slow."
Fine, Wyl thought. He'd asked for it. Wyl shifted his hips and began to press the head of his cock at Robbie's entrance. He slipped in easily, and there was no discomfort on Robbie's face. If anything, he looked like he was really enjoying it. Wyl pushed again, further, forcing himself to move slowly until he was all the way in, sheathed in warm velvet that clenched and pulled at him, threatening to drive him insane. "Robbie..."
Robbie reached up and threaded his fingers into Wyl's wavy tangles. "Oh, fuck, that feels amazing, Wyl." He clasped his legs together and pulled Wyl's abdomen down so that it brushed his cock, and they both moaned. "Move, baby, move."
That was all the more invitation Wyl needed. He drew back as far as he could force himself to, then thrust in hard. Robbie shut his eyes and pressed his head into the pillow, gasping and smiling. Wyl got into a fast rhythm of drawing back and pushing in, faster and harder inside his gorgeous lover.
The scent of sex and sweat and pleasure hit Wyl like a drug, driving him to greater heights, making him last longer, move faster, anything to bring the man underneath him to climax. He wasn't sure when it stopped being all about himself, but the realization would have filled him with trepidation at any other time. As it was, Wyl pressed on, one hand roaming across Robbie chest as he thrust, pinching his hard nipples, stroking his neck and leaving faint scratch marks across his abdomen.
"Wyl, Wyl, yes, ohh..." There it was again, his name, and when he heard it Wyl knew he was getting too close to stop it. Stretching, he reached his free hand up to Robbie's head, cupping the base of his skull. Robbie opened his eyes, and when their gazes met, Wyl knew he'd had it.
"Fuck!" Wyl shouted, bottoming out hard and exploding inside of Robbie. His vision became speckled with tiny white lights, the edges darkened, and for a moment it was like he was in the ship again, surrounded by nothingness, alone except for his pounding heart and heaving lungs and oh, god, the pleasure...
He felt warmth along his abdomen and realized, vaguely, that Robbie had come as well. It was what he had been waiting for, and with an internal sign of relief, Wyl passed out.