*Wyl*

Listening to that sex-drugged voice begging for him was almost more than he could withstand, but Wyl knew he had more to do before he let himself be held. Otherwise he might morph into a sobbing mess, and that would be a real turn-on. "You will. Roll over." It was gratifying when Robbie obeyed.

Wyl strokes his calves, caressing the smooth skin close to the ankles and behind the knees. He moved his hands up across Robbie's ass, getting harder when his lover moaned and arched slightly. He kept going, brushing his fingertips over the small of his back, up the channel of his spine and to the back of his neck, where he knew Robbie was so sensitive.

All that sleek, beautiful skin, all those muscles, those cries and moans, they were all for Wyl. He draped his body, still clothed, over Robbie's back, kissing the base of his skull and nibbling the flesh of his neck as he worked his way down again.

"Wyl...ohh...yes..." His murmurs were like shots of adrenalin, pushing Wyl to perform. He slid back down to Robbie's ass, grabbing a pillow and sliding it under his eager hips, then focused all his attention on the beauty before him. He spread Robbie's cheeks apart with his hands, leaned in and touched his tongue to a point just below his hole. Robbie moaned into his pillow. Wyl worked his tongue down and then up again, circling his goal but not yet touching it. "Bastard."

Wyl grinned despite himself. He could tell Robbie was getting hard again, and he didn't want to deny himself for much longer either. He thrust his tongue forward suddenly, burying his tongue in Robbie's ass, and for a while there was nothing but his mouth worshipping this sweet spot, this warm, tight hole that spasmed and gripped him with lust and need. He tongue-fucked Robbie until he felt him get tight again, in preparation to come. Then Wyl pulled back.

"Wyl." Oh, his lover was frustrated now. Frustrated and horny, just like he wanted him. "Get in me now, just get inside of me, I want you..."

"Roll over," Wyl told him as he threw his own clothes off. It was almost funny how fast Robbie obeyed and pulled his knees back. Wyl pushed them back down. "No."

"What do you mean no?" The question went out of Robbie's eyes as Wyl moved forward and straddled his waist. Sudden caution warred with his desire. "Wyl, you're not ready yet."

"I don't need to be ready." Before Robbie could say anything else, Wyl impaled himself on his cock, fast and hard. He bit back a shout at the burning he felt, the sudden throbbing pain. He wanted pain. He didn't want Robbie to be sweet to him, to prepare him, to make love to him now. He just wanted to get him off. His eyes were squeezed closed, his jaw clenched as he struggled to relax.

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Wyl suddenly felt Robbie's hands on his hips. "Baby."

"Don't say that," he ground out. "Just...just let me..." The roving hands moved up his hips, brushing his flagging cock and rekindling a feeling of pleasure inside of him.

"Baby, look at me."

"Robbie, don't..."

"Wyl." Suddenly their positions were reversed, and his knees were up beside Robbie's shoulders.

"How did you do that so fast?" Wyl managed.

“Decades of jiu jitsu." Robbie touched his face gently. "And motivation. Wyl, I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"I don't care about the pain."

"You said that before, and I believe you." He kissed him, still gentle. "But I guess you didn't believe me then either. I don't want to hurt you, Wyl. Not now, not ever. Certainly not just so I can get off. You're so beautiful." Robbie moved back and forth inside of him slightly. "You feel so good." He rocked again, and Wyl whimpered as the pain was transformed. "I love being inside of you. I love being with you, and making love to you. I love it when you take control, and the only thing I don't ever want you to do is forget yourself." He moved again, deeper, and they both groaned. "Because I would never forget you. I never could. Wyl..." They fell into a rhythm, both men feeling the swell of passion. "God, I dreamed about you. I dreamed about you just like this, with me."

"I love being with you," Wyl moaned. All his pain was gone, and now he felt his orgasm building fast, making up for lost time. "I love you." Fuck, what did I just say?

Robbie grinned suddenly. "Say it again."

"I..."

"Say it." He stilled his movements. "Or else."

"You fucking sadist."

"Say it, baby. Say it again." He began to withdraw slowly...

"I love you!" Wyl hadn't meant to shout, but that was how it came out. Robbie slid back home with a satisfied sigh. "I fucking love you, I love you, I love you. Happy now?"

Robbie caught his gaze. Wyl was surprised at the depths of emotion he saw in those pale blue eyes. "Yes, I am." He started to thrust again, vigorously, pulling his hips back until just the head stayed inside and then slamming back in. "I love you, too."

It was like someone flipped a switch in Wyl's head. It was what he had hoped for, what he had wanted, and what he desperately feared. All that coupled with the pleasure his body was coping with overloaded his system. He cried out hoarsely, back arching and legs fighting to straighten as he orgasmed, coming across his stomach and Robbie's. Robbie held him steady through it, somehow controlling himself until Wyl's leg spasms began to relax before pouring himself into his lover, thrusting a few last times and whispering Wyl's name.

Wyl felt Robbie slowly revive, lean forward and lick the tears spilling down his cheeks, tears he couldn't control. "Baby." He couldn't make himself move yet, it was all he could do to remember to breathe. And now he couldn't stop crying.