Ryan was hungry for more kisses when they got back to the house. They went straight up to Johnny’s room, bypassing the sound of his housemates in the living room. Johnny seemed to feel the same desperation, pressing Ryan up against the door as soon as it was shut behind them. He fumbled for the lock, flipping it with one hand as he groped Ryan’s dick with the other.

“Fuck,” Ryan muttered as Johnny rubbed him through his jeans. “I missed this. I missed you.” He kissed Johnny again fiercely.

“I missed you too.” Johnny pulled him in the direction of the bed. They hadn’t put the light on, and they stumbled over something in the darkness. Johnny fell back on the bed with Ryan on top of him.

They kissed again, then Johnny pushed Ryan away. “Let me put the lamp on. And maybe get our shoes off.”

Ryan rolled away to lie on his back and kicked off his trainers while Johnny fumbled around in the dark. There was a click, and the room was flooded with soft, warm light. Ryan looked up to see Johnny standing over him, eyes dark, and hair a chaotic mess. His T-shirt was hanging off one shoulder, collarbone exposed, and the bulge in his skinny jeans showed he was as turned on as Ryan.

“Get your clothes off,” Ryan said, standing and taking off his own shirt.

They stripped quickly, then Ryan turned down the duvet and they got into bed, cool cotton on warm skin. Johnny pulled the covers up over them as they kissed, hands roaming and groping, stroking each other’s torsos, squeezing hard cocks and firm arses. Johnny wriggled down under the covers to suck Ryan’s cock and Ryan groaned as wet heat engulfed him. He pushed the duvet down. “I want to see you.”

Johnny flicked his gaze up to meet Ryan’s and tongued around the head, grinning seductively while Ryan tugged gently on his hair. He slid a hand around to grab Ryan’s arse cheek—easy access as they were lying on their sides—and slid his fingers deliberately down Ryan’s crack as he sucked him deep. Ryan gasped, lifting his upper leg to give Johnny better access, rewarded when those questing fingertips stroked over his hole. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Feels good.”

Nerve endings sparked as Johnny rubbed lightly, teasing and ticklish, while he sucked Ryan’s cock harder. It was amazing, but only made Ryan want more. He grabbed Johnny’s wrist and pulled his hand up. He kissed his fingertips and then drew them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them until they were good and wet. Then he moved Johnny’s hand back down to his arse and spread his legs wider in clear invitation.

Their gazes locked as Johnny pushed one finger slowly and deliberately into Ryan’s hole. The sensation stole Ryan’s breath and he tensed for a moment.

“Okay?” Johnny drew off to check.

“Yeah. It’s good, just be gentle at first.”

Smiling, Johnny went back to sucking him as he gradually began to move his finger in a slow, careful thrust.

Soon Ryan couldn’t hold back his moans. Getting close, he was going to let Johnny make him come like this. He could fuck Johnny later, he was pretty sure they had all night because he wasn’t leaving unless Johnny threw him out. But then the sound of footsteps on the stairs and the slam of the bathroom door distracted him and reminded him they weren’t alone in the house. “Can you put some music on?” he asked.

“Sure.” Johnny let his finger slip free and wiped it on the sheet before getting out of bed. He bent to pick up his jeans and retrieve his phone from the pocket, and Ryan gave an elaborate sigh.

“What?” Johnny asked innocently, looking over his shoulder with a knowing grin.

“That arse.”

“Yours isn’t so bad either.” Johnny unlocked his phone, and then frowned as he looked at his screen. He hesitated for a moment, then sat down beside Ryan. “I don’t need this anymore, do I?” His finger hovered over an icon Ryan didn’t recognise, but that said Grindr underneath it.

Ryan put his hand on Johnny’s thigh and squeezed. “I hope not.”

As Ryan watched, Johnny deleted the app, then turned to him with a smile. “Gone. Now, what music do you want?”

“Anything chilled. Just some background noise to drown us out.”

“You gonna be loud?”

“Probably. If you carry on doing what you were doing. It seems having things in my arse makes me noisy.”

Johnny smirked. “Yeah. I remember. And that’s just my fingers. God knows what you’d sound like with something bigger inside you.” He got up again and put his phone on the docking station. Music began to play, slow but with a steady beat. Ryan remembered how amazing it had felt when Johnny had fingered him before. How different would his cock feel? The idea of it grew in Ryan’s mind, trepidation mixed with want. But he trusted Johnny. He’d already trusted him with his body, and now he trusted him with his heart.

“I want you to fuck me,” he said quickly.

Johnny’s eyes widened, and a smile spread over his face. “Yeah? You sure?” He lay back down beside Ryan, searching his face as if for doubt.

“Very sure. As long as you want to do it too. You don’t mind topping?”

“Not at all. I do love being fucked though, as you know. So if you turn into a greedy bottom who never wants to top me again then we might have a problem. But I’m happy to switch things up.”

Ryan chuckled. “I don’t think I’ll ever want to give up topping, but I want to know how it feels to be fucked.”

“Given how much you enjoyed being fingered, I think you’re gonna love it.”

Johnny kissed him, rolling on top of him and grinding down until they were both hard again. Something had shifted with Ryan asking Johnny to fuck him, and Johnny was more dominant than Ryan had ever known him. His kisses were demanding, his touch sure. Ryan responded instinctively by being more pliant. He yielded where normally he might resist or push back. He allowed Johnny to roll him over and push his legs apart, and when Johnny pulled up on his hips, he complied. Giving himself up to Johnny was a strange, heady freedom. He got his knees under himself to push his arse up, open, and exposed while Johnny knelt behind him, hands on Ryan’s hips.

“God you look good.” Johnny’s voice was rough with desire. “I can’t believe I’m going to get to fuck you.” He slid his palms over Ryan’s buttocks, his thumbs gliding inwards. Then Ryan felt the tickle of warm breath. “Can I lick your arse?”

“Yeah,” Ryan managed on a sigh, pushing back in invitation.

He was rewarded by the warm, wet touch of Johnny’s tongue. Soft and ticklish, it was the best kind of torture. Not quite enough stimulation to push him to the edge, but enough to drive him crazy. Coupled with the mindfuck of being so vulnerable, of letting Johnny have access to his body this way, Ryan was soon drifting in a haze of arousal that felt almost unreal. The sensation changed, becoming more intense, and Ryan realised Johnny was using his fingers again.

“Just going to get the lube,” Johnny said quietly and then Ryan was left hanging for a moment, empty and feeling the loss of contact. But then Johnny was there again, stroking his back, and pressing up close behind him to kiss Ryan’s shoulders. “Still sure you want my cock in you?”

“Yes.” Ryan had never been surer of anything.

“Okay. Jerk yourself off for me while I get a condom on.”

Weirdly Ryan had almost forgotten about his dick when all the focus had been on his arse. But as soon as he started to stroke, it stiffened in his hand, ramping his desperation up another notch. He heard the sound of a condom wrapper, and the squirt of lube. Then Johnny’s fingers were back, pushing easily into Ryan’s hole. It felt tight, but so good, and Ryan gripped his dick, thumbing precome over the head as he moaned. “Yeah. Oh fuck. I want your cock.”

“Where do you want it?” Johnny asked, slowly fucking his fingers in and out of Ryan in a way that made it almost impossible to concentrate on anything else.

“In my arse,” Ryan gasped.

In one swift movement Johnny withdrew his fingers and replaced them with something bigger and smoother, blunt pressure rather than the sharper penetration of a fingertip. “Push back,” Johnny gripped Ryan’s hips. “Take it.”

Ryan obeyed, easing back onto Johnny’s cock until the head breached him and the stretch of it made him freeze, panting. It was definitely bigger than Johnny’s fingers. For a moment, Ryan questioned whether this was a good idea. What if he couldn’t do it? He’d ruin the mood if they had to stop, and he’d been so determined, so sure this was what he wanted.

“It’s okay.” Johnny held still, and ran his hands over the tense muscles in Ryan’s back. “It should feel better soon, but we can stop if you want.”

“No,” Ryan bit out. “Gimme a minute.”

“Stroke your cock again.”

Ryan had softened with the discomfort, so he squeezed and stroked, getting himself hard again. By the time his erection was back, the burning stretch had subsided. He pushed back a little more, focusing on the pleasure of his hand on his cock and ignoring the ache in his arse, trusting it wouldn’t last too long.

“Oh God,” Johnny muttered. “Yeah, you’ve taken it all now.” He gripped Ryan’s hips again, pulling him back, but there was nowhere left to go.

Ryan squeezed around him and then released, and with that the last of his discomfort melted away. He felt full, overwhelmed, owned, but everything about it was good. “Fuck me.”

Starting slowly, Johnny eased in and out. But soon Ryan was moving with him, encouraging him to go faster and harder by meeting his thrusts. It was primal, animalistic almost. Lost in the physical sensation of being fucked while he jerked himself off, Ryan had no room left in his head for self-consciousness or shame. Even if the music hadn’t been playing there was no way he’d have been able to help the groans that Johnny knocked out of him as he hit Ryan’s prostate with each deep slide of his cock.

“You close?” Johnny gritted out. “Because I am. Might need a breather if you’re not gonna get there soon.”

Ryan stroked his cock more insistently, rubbing it just right in a way that never failed. “Yeah. Nearly there.” Johnny fucked him even harder and Ryan sped up the movement of his hand, giving into the pleasure as it built, blocks stacking up and up until they teetered and tumbled, and Ryan’s climax crashed through him. “Oh fuck!” he cried out as his body jerked, come shooting out onto the bed beneath him in a series of pulses that seemed as if they’d never end.

“Yes,” Johnny groaned, hips stilling, and Ryan felt the flex of his cock deep inside as he came too.

Legs shaking now, Ryan let his knees slide till he was flat on the bed and Johnny went with him, chuckling, and covering Ryan’s body with his. He kissed Ryan’s shoulders and stroked his head, tangling his fingers idly in Ryan’s hair until his cock began to soften and slip free. The sensation of it sliding out with the condom still attached was ticklish and weird.

Ryan was still too exhausted to move, even though he was lying in a pool of come. He drifted in a dreamlike state as Johnny got rid of the condom and came back to the bed with a handful of tissues. “Want to clean up a bit?”

“I guess.” Ryan heaved himself up and wiped his dick and his lubey arse, then dabbed ineffectually at the wet patch on the sheet. “Eh. It’ll dry soon enough.”

“Are you going to stay here tonight?” Johnny asked.

“Yes please. I should probably go back next door and get my toothbrush, but I can’t be arsed.”

“You can borrow mine.”

“Thanks.” Ryan smiled.