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twenty eight. multiple orgasms
Gawin wakes up first, yawning as the morning rays fall on his face, squinting blearily. He’s sticky and wet, and heat floods his face as he realises that Joss has used him while sleeping. There’s come and lube between his cheeks, sticking them together, and there’s dried come on his cock, definitely not there from before.
Joss is snoring softly behind him, on his back, the sheets barely covering him up, his abs tensing and untensing as he breathes.
Gawin sits up a little and wonders. He reaches for the lube before he loses his nerve, and fingers himself open a little more, his cock rock hard again, as he slicks up Joss’ morning wood as gently as he can, before tugging the sheets off and gingerly straddling him, holding his breath as Joss shifts in his sleep. He reaches behind himself and holds Joss’s cock, lining him up, and sinking down as slowly as possible.
When Joss is fully inside him, he begins to ride, biting his lip to stop from yelling, as Joss hits his prostate, making him shiver. God, his cock is so perfectly made for Gawin, the angle every time.
Gawin starts to ride a little harder, and Joss smacks his lips, a frown creasing his brow as the pleasure invades his dreams, Gawin’s hands pressing against Joss’ pecs, squeezing down, unable to help himself.
He’s close, the scandelousness of fucking Joss while he’s asleep getting him so fucking horny, and he can’t help the noises that begin to slip out, and he watches as Joss’ eyes flutter open, and he blinks, hands moving to Gawin’s hips.
“G?” he asks, voice rough with sleep, as Gawin gets a hand on his cock and starts to ride him harder, needing to come, right now.
“Joss,” he moans, unable to stop himself, and he comes, squirting on Joss’ perfect abs, tensing around his cock, making Joss’ hips buck.
“You rode me while I slept,” Joss says, looking delighted, and Gawin nods, continuing to ride, wanting Joss to follow him over.
Joss gasps, saying Gawin’s name as he comes, emptying himself deep into Gawin, chest heaving as he finishes.
Gawin climbs off after a moment or two, face-first into bed. “I woke up and knew you’d fucked me while I was sleeping… wanted to repay the favour,” Gawin says once he’s caught his breath.
“You can’t be real. How are you real?” Joss asks, pulling Gawin in so he can kiss him.
“I just match your freak,” Gawin jokes, and Joss laughs, shaking his head.
“I took a video,” Joss whispers, making Gawin want to melt. He gets to see and not just feel the evidence? So much better.
“Fuck yeah. We definitely need to do this again,” Gawin says, and Joss smiles. He reaches down and runs a finger through the pool of come on his stomach, eyes locked on Gawin as he brings it to his mouth and licks.
Gawin… Gawin’s brain short-circuits. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he breathes, moving before he has time to even realise what’s happening, kissing Joss and chasing the taste, climbing on top of him.
Joss feels fucked out and floating, riding the come drunkness of his last orgasm, the low thrum of desire coursing through his veins as Gawin kisses him, licking into his mouth and moaning so beautifully. He’s so responsive, his skin so soft and smooth, everything about him making Joss so goddamn happy.
“Can we make love now?” Joss asks against his lips, as Gawin creases up, shy with it.
“Joss…” Gawin sighs, burying his face in Joss’s neck, and Joss rubs a hand up and down his back.
“Let’s go have a shower and clean up, and order some room service,” Joss says. Gawin nods, climbing out of bed and reaching for him. Joss doesn’t miss how Gawin’s eyes roam his naked body, the come painting his abs, beginning to trickle down his hips and into the hair at the base of his cock.
“God, you’re…” Gawin shakes his head, tangling their fingers together and tugging Joss into the bathroom. He smirks as he takes in the huge bathtub placed right in the middle, the waterfall shower behind it. “Actually, let’s take a bath, we’ll rinse off in the shower,” Gawin says, turning on the shower and pushing Joss toward it, while busying himself getting the bath ready.
The resort provides all manner of bath oils, bubbles, and bath salts, and Gawin splashes several of them in, the steam rising as he fills it to the brim.
“It’s gonna go all over the floor when we get in, we’re both huge…” Joss says, rubbing the remnants off his stomach and hips, ducking underneath to get his hair wet.
“Oh well, we’re on holiday,” Gawin says with a grin, waving at him to come out and get in the bath. Joss tries to grab him, but Gawin ducks out of the way, getting under the spray to wipe himself down.
“Fine,” Joss sighs loudly, and gets into the bath as carefully as he can, clucking his tongue as water spills over the edges.
“There’s a drain right underneath, they knew that was gonna happen when they designed it!” Gawin exclaims, pointing a finger somewhere underneath, and Joss rolls his eyes.
“I’m a communications major, I don’t know anything about that,” he says, waving a hand.
“I did economics, and I still know basic engineering,” Gawin laughs, the noise bouncing around the room, filling Joss’s chest with warmth to match the heat surrounding him. The salts and oils meld together and drain all the tension from his body, and he yawns, leaning back, as he hears the shower shut off and Gawin pad over.
“You gonna leave any room for me?” a voice hums near his ear. Joss opens an eye to see Gawin crouching down, his eyes and nose visible over the rim of the tub.
“You said there was plenty of space. Not my fault if I’m bigger than you thought,” Joss shrugs. Gawin rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, you are…” Gawin says, standing up and easing himself in, more water slopping out the sides with a loud splash!
“G, go slower, you’re making such a mess,” Joss whines, resigning himself to mopping it up with the towels when they’re done.
“I told you, it’s all going under the bath, it’s fine,” Gawin says, moving forward to settle himself on top of Joss, sighing as his back stretches out in the hot water.
“This reminds me of MGB… when we were in that soapy tub,” Joss says after a few minutes, the memory coming back unbidden. It was an absolute joke how fucking small that bath had been, both of them like pretzels trying to fit and look sexy, Joss almost putting his back out trying to slide himself down far enough that Gawin could get up high enough. “Too bad I’m not in the same shape,” Joss continues.
“Are you kidding me? Your body is amazing. Don’t be like that,” Gawin says, leaning in to kiss him, making Joss smile. He pulls back and pokes at Joss’s dimple. “I’d like you if you had one pack, or eight. It’s what’s inside that matters.”
“Really?” Joss asks. This thing between them is so new, born of the night before, after weeks-- months-- of pining, of cultivating a burgeoning friendship, of care and consideration growing into more. He gets the same zing of thrill through his chest like he does every time Gawin says something nice about him.
“Yes. I wouldn’t want to do more with you if I didn’t…” he trails off, biting down on his lip.
“Do more? What is this more you speak of?” Joss teases. He expects Gawin to pout, to move around and give Joss his back, sulking until Joss wheedles him back.
Instead… Gawin runs his tongue along the seam of his bottom lip. “I mean… I definitely need to ride you at least twice more before we go home.”
Joss’s jaw drops, beyond surprised at Gawin’s boldness. Gawin moves in and kisses him, his thigh coming in between Joss’s legs, pressing against his cock, which is becoming increasingly interested in proceedings.
“Gawin… we should go to bed,” Joss says as Gawin continues to kiss him, trying to straddle his lap, water sloshing wildly over the tub.
“You said you wanted to make love, though...” Gawin says, and Joss is about to protest again, but Gawin has his cock in hand and is sinking down on it, his hole warm and welcoming. Joss’s hands fly to Gawin’s hips, gasping as Gawin becomes fully seated on him, his head thrown back in pleasure.
“Fuck, you fit inside me so perfectly…” Gawin moans, squeezing down on him, making Joss shiver. How this is the same antisocial introvert he’s been slowly coaxing out of his shell for the last two years is beyond him…
“G--” Joss chokes, as Gawin begins to work his hips on Joss, his hands gripping the bath for leverage, while Joss holds on for dear life.
“What’s up? Want me to talk dirty to you? Or be all romantic?” Gawin purrs, leaning in to kiss him, sucking on his bottom lip.
“God, fuck no, I’ll come instantly. Just-- make sure I don’t drown,” Joss grinds out, making Gawin laugh, which is a very strange feeling around his cock…
Gawin begins to ride in earnest, water going everywhere, but Joss can’t care, can’t get much thought about anything together to care, just watches Gawin use him, chasing his pleasure, his own cock popping up through the bubbles occasionally, red and wanting to be touched. This isn't exactly his idea of lovemaking-- more visions of them in a big bed, candles everywhere, kinda drunk off something and unable to stop kissing, but this is still good, so very good.
I need to touch him… Joss manages to think, reaching out a hand to circle around him, trying to match Gawin’s thrusting.
“F-fuck, Joss, I’m close,” Gawin gasps, arms around Joss, his face pressed against Joss’s head, as Joss sucks on his chest and lower neck, exhausted but so insanely turned on, happy for Gawin to take the lead.
“Me too,” he agrees, knowing his own orgasm is close -- that makes three in six hours? Maybe? -- looking up at Gawin as his mouth drops open and he starts to shudder, coming on Joss, around Joss, into Joss’s hand.
Joss milks him through it, smiling dopily up at Gawin as he begins to ride him again, helping Joss chase his own climax, which happens much less aggressively, arriving between one kiss and the next, sighing against Gawin’s lips as he empties inside him.
“That was so good,” Gawin slurs, climbing off him and collapsing into his chest, pressing his face against Joss’s neck.
“We can’t nap here, we’ll fall in and drown,” Joss says, pushing Gawin to get out.
Predictably, the floor is absolutely soaked with almost an inch of bubbly water, and Joss shoots Gawin a look.
“The drain is working… just kinda slow…” Gawin says sheepishly, trying to kick some water underneath the bath. Joss rolls his eyes.
They decide to order room service and watch some NBA highlights while they’re waiting, Joss feeling like he’s had a five-hour massage, completely mellowed out and tired in the best way down to his bones. Once the food arrives, Gawin balances the plates on the bed and feeds Joss bite by bite, sneaking a kiss between every third mouthful. It’s fucking bliss.
After they’re done, Joss mumbles about them going to the gym to work out, but Gawin slides down his body and takes his cock into his mouth, sucking and licking so slowly it’d be considered torture in fifteen countries. Joss watches himself get hard, watches Gawin deep throat him, those inhumanly long lashes collecting tears as he swallows Joss down, bringing Joss’s hand up to tangle in his soft hair as Gawin eases him into his fourth orgasm.
“I’m 29, dude, I can’t keep coming for you,” Joss groans. Gawin nods, patting his thigh and tucking him back into his pajama pants.
“I’m sure we can get one more out of you before the day is over,” Gawin says with a wink.
They nap, and then join the others for lunch by the pool, turning red from the good-natured ribbing, Joss feeling like his cheeks are going to break from all the smiling he’s doing.
“I’m glad you two found each other,” Fai says softly as they’re piling food on their plates, as she rubs Joss’s back.
“I’m glad too,” Joss says, looking at Gawin, whose ears are red.
“Yeah, I am too,” he finally says, making Fai laugh, and they play footsies at dinner, before Gawin gives up and hangs his leg over Joss’s, sliding into his side as the afternoon heat hits, and a nap is sounding better and better.
They head back to their room and collapse into bed, Joss falling asleep almost instantly, wrapped around Gawin, breathing him in.
When he wakes, the sun is beginning to set, and Gawin is… lubing up his cock, apparently determined to get that fifth orgasm.
“G… seriously…” Joss croaks, getting deja vu from this morning as Gawin locks gaze with him as he sinks down, taking Joss in, inch by inch.
“I woke up horny. You’re naked and look like this. What am I supposed to do?” Gawin asks, his own cock jutting angrily in front of him, as he places his hands on Joss’s chest and uses it as leverage to start fucking himself on Joss.
“I don’t know-- jerk off, like a normal person? Is it gonna be like this every day? I need Viagra or something,” Joss says, gasping as Gawin’s hips roll. “G--” Joss begs, unsure what he even wants anymore.
So he gives up and just watches Gawin ride him, his orgasm beginning to build deep in his balls, the ache of coming so much so quickly almost overpowering the pleasure.
“I know, this is the last one,” Gawin says, picking up speed, as Joss’s nails dig into his hips.
“F-fuck--” Joss whines, eyes squeezing shut as his orgasm hits, wincing as his balls empty of what little they have left.
He feels a couple of small squirts hit his stomach, and Gawin flutters around him. He slows right down, before coming to a complete stop, and he slides off, flopping down next to Joss, chest heaving.
“You’re insatiable,” Joss grumbles, rubbing his poor cock. Everything hurts. “No more sex for two days-- at least!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Gawin nods, patting his arm. “Promises, promises.”
If Joss bends him over in the toilets at the airport, after an hour of Gawin teasing him on the way there, then that’s on short-term memory loss, and enough distance from the last round that an orgasm doesn’t make him want to cry… much.