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"Rory, stop or I'm gonna blow!"
I got up off my knees and he pulled me in for a kiss. I was still a little breathless, so it's no exaggeration to say that for multiple reasons, he had made me go weak at the knees. His hands raced over my back and slapped my arse lightly.
"Should be go upstairs?" I said.
"No. I wanna fuck on the couch. I want you to fuck me on the couch." His hands caressed my balls. "Is that okay with you, stud?"
I giggled. "Whatever you want."
I rolled my eyes. "We still need lube, though."
He bounded upstairs, naked as a jaybird and I thought, for a second, of what would happen if we made a mess on the sofa. It was red. The cum would stain. But a moment later, Sebastian appeared in front of me again and told me to get on my back. As he straddled me, he licked my fingers and then coated them in lube. When he was prepped and ready to go, I began to ease my cock into his asshole. He took a couple of deep breaths but once it was in, he sighed happily.
"I fucking love this. Okay, Ror, give it to me."
To be more accurate, he gave it to himself, because he of course was doing most of the riding given the position we were in. At one point, my dick fell out of his ass and I started to laugh when I awkwardly tried to reinsert it and kept missing.
"You do it then," I groaned. "I feel incompetent."
"Don't worry. I always know what your cock wants even before you do."
"How can you still be thinking of ..." Gosh, he was tight. "Jokes, Sebastian?"
He stretched over me and we kissed. After a few minutes, we separated as he lay on his back and brought his knees up and legs apart. I re-entered him and he groaned, "I love you so much."
I became more aggressive, hammering in and out of him while he kept up a stream of expletive-leaden encouragements. I squirted some of the lube onto my hand, picking it up from the side table where Sebastian had tossed it, and used my slippery fingers to jerk him off while trying to maintain my own stride. He shot his load over his abs and pecs. There was a fine sheen of sweat on his body and the cum still there when my balls began to tighten.
"I'm going to cum," I told him. "Where do you want it?"
"On my face," he grinned. I, still pre-orgasm, was flustered and red in the face as I pulled out of him. He knelt on the ground and his arms reached around the back of my legs to rub them as I stood over his grinning, open-mouthed face and twinkling eyes, furiously jerking off. He closed his eyes as I erupted, with cum hitting bits of his hair, nose and cheeks. When I'd finished I felt shaky and he stood up to put his arms around me.
"Let's stay here forever," he said. His voice was deep, soothingly authoritative and his arms tightened me into him again. I kissed him on the lips, not even remotely concerned about the state of his face. Every bit of me felt like it was his property, or protectorate. I don't know which. But I knew it was one of the feelings I enjoyed best in the world. His face trailed downwards for his lips to pucker very gently in the crook of my neck.
The final day of our stay there, on that occasion, saw the weather break into pleasantness. There was a sense of Spring properly peeping through the clouds and humming through the air. Although it was by no stretch of the imagination warm enough to don t-shirts, we took advantage to roll out a matty old picnic blanket in the cottage's gently sloping back garden. It looked better than it felt, unfortunately, which necessitated Sebastian returning indoors to emerge with cushions from the armchairs and (recently cleaned) sofa.
I began to read a book for my course, about the emergence of Islam, but Sebastian plucked it from my hands. "Read for fun or don't read at all," he said. "You need to relax."
He was sitting upright, sunglasses on for the bright if not overly warming sunshine, and he faced away from me staring out over the garden's stone wall towards the rolling countryside, all of it uninterrupted from this vantage point, save for a few discreet power li