Roommates' Forbidden Anal Surrender

The low hum of the television filled the dimly lit living room, casting flickering shadows across the scuffed coffee table littered with empty beer bottles and half-eaten bags of chips. Alex lounged back against the worn cushions of the couch, his athletic frame sprawled out in a way that made the fabric creak under his solid weight. At twenty-two, his body was a testament to hours in the campus gym—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, thick thighs straining against the fabric of his gray sweatpants. His dark hair was tousled from running his hands through it during the movie’s tense scenes, and a faint five-o’clock shadow darkened his jaw. Beside him, Jordan sat closer than necessary, his slim frame curled slightly toward Alex, one knee brushing against Alex’s leg every time he shifted.

They’d been roommates for eight months now, ever since sophomore year housing assignments had thrown them together in this cramped off-campus apartment. What started as casual roommate banter had simmered into something thicker, stickier. Flirty jabs in the kitchen while making coffee, lingering glances in the hallway when one of them walked out of the shower half-dressed, accidental brushes of hands that neither pulled away from quickly enough. Alex had caught himself staring at the way Jordan’s ass filled out his jeans more times than he could count, that tight, perky curve begging to be gripped. And Jordan—fuck, Jordan had been the one to initiate most of the playful shoves and teasing touches, his curious eyes always lingering a beat too long on the bulge in Alex’s shorts after a run.

Tonight’s movie had been some mindless action flick neither of them was really watching. The real show was the heat building between them, the air thick with unspoken want. Alex’s arm rested along the back of the couch, his fingers just inches from Jordan’s shoulder. Every few minutes, he’d let them drift closer, grazing the soft fabric of Jordan’s t-shirt, feeling the slim muscle beneath. Jordan’s breath hitched each time, and Alex smirked inwardly, his cock already half-hard against his thigh from the proximity alone.

Jordan’s mind raced as the credits finally rolled, the screen fading to black. He’d been hard for the last twenty minutes, his slim cock tenting the front of his basketball shorts, the head leaking a sticky bead of precum that dampened the fabric. Living with Alex had turned into a constant state of low-grade arousal. Those lingering touches—Alex’s hand on his lower back when they squeezed past each other in the narrow kitchen, the way Alex’s fingers would “accidentally” brush his ass when reaching for something on a high shelf—had fueled nights of frantic jerking off in his bedroom, always imagining Alex’s thick cock splitting him open. Jordan was curious, submissive in ways he hadn’t fully admitted even to himself until lately. He wanted to be taken, used, filled. And tonight, with the beer buzzing lightly in his veins and Alex’s heat radiating so close, the words clawed up his throat.

“Alex,” Jordan said, his voice low and rough, breaking the silence as he turned fully toward his roommate. His green eyes locked onto Alex’s darker ones, pupils dilated in the low light. “I... fuck, I’ve been thinking about this for months. Fantasizing about you taking my ass. Your cock buried deep in me, pounding me until I can’t walk straight. I jerk off to it every night, imagining you holding me down and just claiming it.”

Alex’s heart slammed against his ribs, his athletic body tensing as the confession hit him like a punch of pure lust. Heat flooded his face and cock simultaneously, his thick shaft hardening fully in his sweatpants, the outline blatant now. He’d been nursing the same dark desire, jacking his fat cock in the shower while picturing Jordan’s slim, tight hole stretched around him, that curious submissive look on Jordan’s face as he begged for more. The flirty banter had been torture—Jordan’s soft laughs when Alex teased him about his “cute little ass,” the way Jordan would lean into those lingering touches, pressing back just enough to make Alex’s balls ache. Consent burned bright in both of them; there was no hesitation, just raw eagerness finally cracking open.

“Shit, Jordan,” Alex growled, his dominant lean flaring as he sat up straighter, turning to face his roommate fully. His hand dropped from the couch back to rest heavily on Jordan’s thigh, fingers digging into the slim muscle, feeling it quiver. “I’ve been dying for the same fucking thing. Wanting to bend you over and fuck that tight ass of yours raw. I’ve imagined spreading you open, spitting on your hole, and shoving my cock in until you scream my name. And hell yeah, I’d let you take mine too—feel you pounding into me after. We’ve been dancing around this forever. I’m all in if you are. Consenting as fuck. Let’s explore every dirty inch of it.”

Jordan’s breath came faster, his slim chest rising and falling under his thin t-shirt, nipples hardening to visible peaks. The admission from Alex sent a jolt straight to his balls, his cock twitching hard enough to bob under the shorts. He shifted closer, their knees interlocking now, and placed his hand over Alex’s on his thigh, guiding those strong fingers higher until they brushed the heated crease where thigh met groin. Interior thoughts swirled hot and filthy: God, his hands are so big, so rough from the gym. I want them gripping my hips while he rails me. I want to taste his cock first, get it dripping wet before he pushes into my virgin ass. The tension was unbearable now, months of buildup exploding in this charged space between them.

Alex leaned in, his athletic body crowding Jordan’s slimmer one against the arm of the couch. He could smell Jordan’s skin—soap and a faint musky arousal that made his mouth water. His free hand came up to cup Jordan’s jaw, thumb brushing over those full lips that had starred in so many of his late-night fantasies. “Tell me more,” Alex demanded, voice thick with intensity, his cock throbbing visibly now. “Describe it. How you want me to take that ass. I need to hear every filthy detail while I feel how hard you are.”

Jordan moaned softly at the touch, his tongue darting out to lick Alex’s thumb, tasting salt. He was fully hard, the head of his cock peeking from the waistband of his shorts, slick and pink. “I want you to start slow—fingers first, stretching me open while you suck my cock. Then your tongue, rimming me until I’m dripping and begging. And when you finally push in... fuck, Alex, I want it hard. Deep strokes that make me feel every vein, every inch of that thick cock splitting me. I want you to own my ass all night, then switch so I can bury myself in yours. Feel how tight you are around me.” His hand slid up Alex’s arm, tracing the bulging bicep, then down to palm the massive erection straining Alex’s sweatpants. The heat of it burned through the fabric, thick and heavy, at least eight inches of dominant meat that Jordan’s curious submissive side craved to submit to.

Alex hissed through his teeth as Jordan’s slim fingers wrapped around his shaft through the pants, giving an experimental squeeze. Precum already soaked a dark spot at the tip. He thrust lightly into the touch, his balls drawing up tight. “Yeah, just like that. Your hand feels so fucking good. I’ve watched you walk around in those tight shorts, that ass bouncing, and wanted to rip them down and spank it red before fucking it. We’re doing this—no holding back. Your fantasy’s mine too. After this movie bullshit, we’re not stopping until we’re both gaping and full of each other’s cum.”

Their faces were inches apart now, breaths mingling hot and ragged. Jordan’s other hand snaked under Alex’s t-shirt, fingertips tracing the hard ridges of his abs, dipping into the trail of dark hair leading down. Alex’s dominant energy surged; he gripped Jordan’s wrist lightly, guiding those curious fingers lower to cup his heavy balls through the sweatpants, rolling them. The physical details burned into them both—the scrape of stubble as Alex nuzzled Jordan’s neck, inhaling deeply; the way Jordan’s slim thighs parted invitingly, shorts riding up to expose smooth skin; the shared pulse of their cocks as they ground closer on the couch, fabric friction sparking electricity.

Jordan’s mind reeled with eager consent, every cell screaming yes. This was it, the surrender they’d built toward with every flirty banter and lingering touch. “Alex... kiss me. Then let’s take this to the bedroom. I want your fingers in my ass tonight, stretching me while I suck you. Build me up until I’m ready to take every inch.” His voice trembled with intensity, submissive curiosity blazing.

Alex didn’t hesitate. He crashed their mouths together in a fierce, open-mouthed kiss, tongues tangling wet and deep. Jordan tasted like beer and mint, and Alex groaned into it, his hand sliding fully between Jordan’s legs to grip that slim, leaking cock through the shorts. He stroked firmly, thumb circling the slick head, while Jordan pumped Alex’s thicker shaft in rhythm. The couch creaked under their shifting weight, bodies pressing flush—Alex’s muscular chest against Jordan’s leaner one, hips rocking in mutual friction. Months of tension poured out in the wet sounds of their kiss, the muffled moans, the desperate gropes.

But even as their hands roamed hotter—Alex shoving Jordan’s shirt up to pinch a nipple hard enough to make him gasp, Jordan slipping his fingers into the waistband of Alex’s sweatpants to bare the hot, veined cock and stroke the bare skin—they both knew this was just the spark. The full night stretched ahead, asses yet to be claimed, positions yet to flip. Alex pulled back from the kiss just enough to growl against Jordan’s lips, “Bedroom. Now. I’m gonna eat that ass until you come untouched, then fuck you so deep you’ll feel me for days. And after, it’s your turn to wreck mine.” Jordan nodded frantically, eyes glazed with lust, already rising on shaky legs, his cock bobbing free as shorts slipped lower. The apartment’s hallway loomed, bedroom door waiting, the air crackling with the promise of all-night anal surrender still building, their bodies humming with unspent need.

They stumbled down the narrow hallway in a tangle of limbs and frantic hands, mouths crashing together again the second the bedroom door slammed shut behind them. Alex shoved Jordan back against it hard enough to rattle the frame, his thicker body pinning the slimmer one in place while their tongues battled wet and deep. Jordan moaned into the kiss, hips grinding forward so their cocks rubbed through the fabric, precum smearing sticky trails. Alex’s hands were everywhere—ripping Jordan’s t-shirt up and off in one rough yank, then diving under the waistband of those basketball shorts to palm bare ass cheeks, squeezing the firm globes and spreading them just enough to tease the hidden cleft.

“Fuck, you’re already dripping for it,” Alex growled against Jordan’s mouth, biting his lower lip before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the slim column of his throat. Jordan’s head thunked back against the door, green eyes fluttering shut as pleasure sparked through him. Interior heat flooded his mind: Yes, take me apart, use those big hands, claim every inch. His cock throbbed free as Alex shoved the shorts down his thighs, the slim shaft springing up flushed and leaking, balls tight.

Alex dropped to his knees right there on the bedroom carpet, yanking the shorts the rest of the way off so Jordan stood naked and trembling. He looked up with dark, hungry eyes, hands roaming the lean thighs, the quivering abs. “Goddamn, look at you. Perfect little cock, that tight ass just waiting.” He spun Jordan around without waiting, pressing him face-first against the door, then gripped those perky cheeks and pulled them wide. The pink, untouched hole clenched under his stare. Alex leaned in and spat directly onto it, watching the saliva drip and glisten before diving forward.

His tongue flattened and dragged slow and filthy from Jordan’s taint up over the puckered rim, circling, pressing. Jordan cried out, palms slapping the door for support, knees nearly buckling. “Alex—oh fuck, yes, rim me, eat my ass—” The words tumbled out desperate as Alex’s tongue stiffened and speared inside, fucking shallowly into the clenching heat. He growled approval into the flesh, the vibration shooting straight to Jordan’s balls. One of Alex’s big hands snaked around to fist Jordan’s slim cock, stroking it in firm, twisting pulls timed to every thrust of his tongue. Precum slicked his fingers; he used it to glide faster, thumb swiping the sensitive head on every upstroke.

Jordan’s mind whited out with raw sensation—the wet heat of that tongue delving deeper, the scrape of stubble against his cheeks, the relentless fist pumping his cock. He pushed back greedily, fucking himself onto Alex’s face, hole fluttering open for more. “Deeper, please, tongue-fuck me harder. I’ve dreamed about this every night—your mouth on my ass while you stroke me like that. Don’t stop.” Alex obliged, burying his face fully between the spread cheeks, tongue swirling and sucking, spit running down Jordan’s thighs. He edged two thick fingers alongside his tongue, rubbing the rim, teasing without penetrating yet, feeling how the muscle softened under the dual assault.

When Jordan was whimpering and rocking helplessly, Alex stood abruptly, spinning him again and crashing their mouths together so Jordan could taste his own musky flavor on that probing tongue. They stumbled toward the bed in a frenzy of heavy petting—Alex’s hands mauling Jordan’s chest, pinching nipples hard enough to leave red marks, Jordan’s fingers shoving Alex’s sweatpants and boxers down to free that massive, veined cock. It slapped heavy against Jordan’s stomach, hot and thick, the head already shiny with precum. Jordan stroked it greedily while they kissed, feeling the weight, the pulse, his own slim cock rubbing against Alex’s thigh.

“Lube—nightstand,” Alex rasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to yank his own shirt off, revealing the hard planes of his gym-built torso. He shoved Jordan onto the mattress on his back, crawling over him like a predator. Their cocks lined up, grinding as they made out harder, teeth clashing, hands roaming every inch of bare skin. Jordan’s legs fell open invitingly, heels digging into Alex’s calves. Interior need roared in both of them: the months of flirty touches exploding into this, bodies slick with sweat already, hearts hammering.

Alex snatched the bottle of lube from the drawer, popping the cap with a snick that made Jordan’s hole clench in anticipation. He slicked his fingers generously, the cool gel warming fast against his skin, then hooked Jordan’s knees up and wide, exposing that spit-slick rim completely. “Beg for it,” Alex demanded, voice rough with intensity, circling the pucker with one thick fingertip but not pushing in. “Tell me how bad you need my fingers stretching this virgin ass.”

“Please, Alex—finger me open, stretch me for your cock. I need it so fucking bad. Push in, fill me, make me take it.” Jordan’s voice cracked on a moan as that first finger breached him slow and steady, sinking knuckle-deep into the tight, silky heat. His back arched off the bed, cock jerking against his abs and leaving a wet smear. The burn was perfect, electric, melting into fullness as Alex crooked the digit and rubbed firmly over his prostate.

Alex watched every flicker of pleasure on Jordan’s face, adding a second lubed finger with deliberate pressure, scissoring them apart to stretch the rim. “So fucking tight. Squeezing my fingers like you can’t wait to milk my cock. Look at you begging with your hole.” He pumped them deeper, twisting, working a third finger in when Jordan’s moans turned continuous and broken. Lube squelched obscenely with every thrust; he stroked Jordan’s cock in matching rhythm with his free hand, keeping him right on the edge.

Jordan’s thoughts fractured into pure need: More, harder, open me up completely so he can wreck me. His hips bucked down onto those thick fingers, fucking himself greedily, hole fluttering and clenching. “Yes—three fingers, fuck, stretch me wider. Begging for more, Alex, give me more. Curl them, hit that spot again—gonna make me come just from this if you keep going. Need your cock next, need to feel you raw inside me all night.” Sweat beaded on his slim chest; his cock pulsed hard in Alex’s fist, balls drawing up tight.

Alex leaned down to suck a mark onto Jordan’s collarbone, fingers plunging faster, deeper, the stretch burning deliciously as he scissored and twisted. Their mouths met again in another intense, sloppy kiss, tongues sliding while the wet sounds of fingering filled the room. Jordan’s free hand found Alex’s cock and stroked it roughly, smearing precum down the shaft, feeling how it throbbed with matching urgency. Mutual need crashed over them both—Alex’s own hole clenching emptily at the thought of being next, Jordan’s body opening greedily under the assault.

They were past teasing now, raw hunger driving every thrust of fingers, every desperate grind of hips. Alex pulled his fingers free with a slick pop, only to shove them back in harder, four now, stretching Jordan’s rim taut and shiny with lube. Jordan sobbed in pleasure, cock leaking steadily, right on the brink. “Don’t stop—keep fingering me open, make me ready. Fuck, I’m yours, take my ass, then I’ll take yours. Need it so bad I’m shaking.”

Alex’s breath came ragged against Jordan’s ear, his thick cock grinding against the slim one as he worked those fingers relentlessly. The bed creaked under their writhing bodies, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. They were teetering on the edge of something irreversible, holes aching to be filled, cocks straining, the night still young and their mutual surrender only just igniting into full blaze.

Alex wrenched his fingers free with a wet schlick, the sudden emptiness making Jordan’s hole clench and flutter desperately. “Couch. Now,” he growled, hauling Jordan up by the hips. They crashed through the hallway naked, cocks bobbing and slapping, lube glistening down Jordan’s thighs. In the living room Alex bent him roughly over the padded arm of the couch, forcing his chest flat against the cushions, ass hiked high and spread. Jordan’s slim wrists were seized and pinned hard at the small of his back, Alex’s thick body blanketing him from behind.

“Feel that?” Alex rasped, rubbing the fat, spit-and-lube-slick head of his cock up and down the slick crack, pressing just enough to stretch the rim without sinking in. Jordan moaned brokenly, cheek mashed into the fabric, green eyes glassy. Interior heat roared through him—yes, pin me, claim me, split me open on that monster. “Please, Alex—push it in. Stretch my virgin ass on every thick inch. I need it burning.”

Alex notched the blunt crown against the fluttering hole and pushed. The tight ring resisted for a heartbeat, then yielded with a slow, filthy stretch as the fat head popped inside. Jordan’s cry was raw and ecstatic, body locking up under the massive intrusion. Alex sank deeper by agonizing degrees, long thick inches vanishing into the silky vise, veins throbbing against the gripping walls. “Fuck—so tight, milking me already. Taking it like you were made for this cock.” He bottomed out with a heavy slap of hips to ass, balls pressed flush, then held still so Jordan could feel every pulse.

Then the fucking began. Alex drew back almost all the way, the rim dragging tight around his shaft, and drove home in one long, powerful stroke that punched a scream from Jordan’s throat. Again. And again. Deep, relentless thrusts that rocked the entire couch, each one spearing straight over the prostate. He kept Jordan’s wrists pinned, using the leverage to yank that perky ass back onto every thick inch. Sweat slicked their skin; the wet slap of flesh and Jordan’s babbling moans filled the room.

“Harder—ruin me,” Jordan begged, pushing back as much as the hold allowed, hole fluttering and sucking greedily. His slim cock leaked steadily onto the couch arm, untouched and throbbing. Alex’s mind burned with feral dominance: look at him take it, this curious little slut finally surrendering, every long stroke owning him. He angled sharper, slamming deep enough that Jordan’s toes curled and his voice cracked into broken sobs of pure pleasure.

They stayed locked like that for endless minutes, Alex’s powerful hips pistoning, the prone-bone position letting him bury every last inch while Jordan’s body shook and clenched. When the edge loomed too close Alex pulled free with a gush of lube, flipped them in one fluid motion, and dropped onto his back on the couch cushions. “Ride me. Reverse. Show me how bad you want every fucking inch.”

Jordan scrambled into place, back to Alex’s chest, knees straddling the thick thighs. He reached back, gripped the slick cock, and sank down in one greedy drop. The stretch stole his breath; he bottomed out with a shattered moan, ass cheeks spreading wide over Alex’s hips. Then he bounced. Hard. Using his thighs to lift and slam down, taking the full length on every descent, hole stretched obscenely around the veined shaft. Alex’s hands clamped his waist, guiding the brutal rhythm, thumbs digging bruises into the slim hips.

“That’s it—bounce on it, fuck yourself stupid,” Alex snarled, thrusting up to meet every drop so the collision cracked loud and wet. Jordan’s cock slapped against his own abs with each bounce, flinging precum. Interior surrender flooded him: so deep, so full, I’m his, riding this thick cock like I dreamed every night. He reached back to spread his own cheeks wider, letting Alex watch the rim stretch and swallow.

They kept at it until Jordan’s thighs burned and his hole felt permanently molded to the shape of that cock. Alex surged up, wrapped an arm around his chest, and flipped them again without pulling out. Jordan landed on his back, legs shoved high over Alex’s broad shoulders, folded nearly in half. Alex braced and pounded. Deep. Ruthless. The new angle drove him impossibly farther, the fat head battering the prostate on every savage thrust. Jordan’s ankles locked behind Alex’s neck; his hands clawed at the muscled back, nails raking red lines.

“Gonna come—fill me, Alex, flood my ass,” Jordan gasped, voice wrecked. Alex’s face twisted with intensity, hips a blur. “Together—milk me while I breed this tight hole.” The rhythm turned frantic, the couch groaning under the force. Jordan’s orgasm detonated first: his slim cock erupted untouched, thick ropes striping his chest and chin while his ass convulsed in rhythmic spasms that dragged Alex over the edge. Alex buried to the root and roared, cock pulsing hard as he flooded Jordan’s guts with heavy spurts of cum, grinding through the shattering waves until both were shuddering and spent.

They collapsed in a sweaty, cum-slick tangle, chests heaving, still locked together. Alex’s cock twitched inside the flooded heat; Jordan’s hole fluttered weakly around it. Breathless laughter mixed with residual moans. “Fuck… that was only the start,” Alex murmured against Jordan’s throat, already rolling his hips in lazy aftershocks. “My ass is next. You’re gonna wreck me just as hard.” Jordan’s eyes sparked with fresh hunger even through the haze, fingers trailing down to cup Alex’s heavy balls. The night stretched endless ahead, bodies already stirring toward the next round of mutual surrender.

They stayed tangled on the couch only long enough for their breathing to even out, Alex’s cock still twitching inside Jordan’s flooded hole, cum already starting to leak around the thick base. Jordan’s slim fingers trailed down to cup those heavy balls again, rolling them lazily while his green eyes sharpened with fresh hunger.

“Your turn,” he whispered, voice rough from screaming. “I want that tight gym-built ass stretched around me. Get on your knees.”

Alex growled approval and pulled free with a wet slurp, watching a thick rope of his own cum drip from Jordan’s gaping rim onto the couch cushion. They switched without ceremony—Alex dropping to all fours on the living-room floor, broad back arched, thick thighs spread wide. Jordan knelt behind him, hands spreading those muscular cheeks to expose the dark, clenched hole. He spat straight onto it, then dove in, tongue flat and greedy, rimming the tight pucker until Alex was cursing and pushing back.

“Fuck—eat it, yeah, get it sloppy,” Alex snarled, one hand reaching under to stroke his still-half-hard cock back to full length. Interior heat slammed through him: months of fantasizing about this curious little roommate claiming him right back, that slim cock finally splitting him open. Jordan’s tongue stiffened and speared inside, fucking shallowly while two slick fingers joined, scissoring the rim open with deliberate pressure. Lube from the earlier bottle glistened down Alex’s crack as Jordan worked a third finger in, crooking them hard over the prostate until Alex’s arms shook.

“Ready,” Alex rasped. “Put it in. Stretch me.”

Jordan slicked his slim cock generously, notched the flushed head against the fluttering hole, and pushed. The tight ring resisted, then yielded with a slow burn that punched a guttural moan from Alex’s chest. Inch by inch Jordan sank deeper, hips flush at last, balls pressed tight. He held still only a second before drawing back and slamming home, setting a hard, relentless rhythm that rocked Alex forward on his hands.

“God—so fucking tight, gripping me like a fist,” Jordan panted, fingers digging bruises into Alex’s hips. He pounded deep, angling to grind over the prostate on every thrust, the wet slap of skin filling the room. Alex pushed back greedily, hole fluttering and sucking, thick cock swinging heavy between his thighs and leaking strings of precum onto the carpet. Interior surrender flooded him—yes, take it, wreck me the way I just wrecked you—while Jordan’s mind burned with dominant curiosity finally unleashed: look at this big athletic body folding under me, every stroke owning that ass.

They kept at it until Alex’s arms gave out and he dropped to his elbows, face mashed into the rug, ass hiked higher. Jordan draped over his back, chest slick against muscle, one hand snaking around to fist Alex’s cock in rough, twisting strokes timed to every brutal thrust. The dual assault dragged Alex right to the edge; his hole clamped down hard as he came with a roar, thick ropes striping the floor while his ass milked Jordan’s cock in rhythmic spasms.

Jordan didn’t follow—pulled free instead, cock shiny and throbbing, and flipped them again. “Back inside you,” he growled, shoving Alex onto his back on the couch and climbing on, but Alex’s dominant fire roared back to life. In one powerful surge he reversed them, pinning Jordan beneath him once more, hooking those slim legs over his shoulders and slamming home in a single deep thrust that punched the air from both their lungs.

Still buried to the root, Alex rolled his hips in slow, grinding circles, feeling the leftover cum and lube squelch around his thick shaft. He wrapped a big fist around Jordan’s slim cock—still hard, still leaking—and stroked it in firm, milking pulls, thumb swirling over the sensitive head, dragging out every last spasm until Jordan’s body locked and another weak pulse of cum spilled over Alex’s knuckles. Jordan’s hole fluttered and clenched in aftershocks, milking the cock still splitting him open.

Alex’s face twisted with raw intensity as he watched. Then he pulled out slow, thick inches glistening, and sat back on his heels. Fresh cum—his own from earlier, mixed with new slick—immediately began to drip from the freshly-fucked, puffy rim, a creamy white trail sliding down over Jordan’s balls and onto the couch. Alex stared, chest heaving, possessive heat flooding him.

Jordan reached up, pulled him down into a slow, deep kiss, tongues sliding lazy and claiming. When they broke, foreheads pressed together, both still panting, Alex murmured against his lips, “This is only the beginning. Every fucking night from now on. Your ass, my ass—we take turns until neither of us can walk. Our new routine. Agreed?”

Jordan’s green eyes gleamed, legs still draped loose over Alex’s shoulders. “Agreed. Nightly anal surrender. Starting tomorrow… after we bleach this couch. Because if the landlord ever sees these stains he’s gonna think we murdered someone with a dairy product.”