Quinn's Hart by Cassandra Gold

of the other man. He couldn't take him all the way to the root, but what he could do was obviously enough for Quinn, judging from the sounds he made. Josh licked and sucked, using his hand at the base. Quinn arched up to meet each of his movements, tiny cries and whimpers escaping him.
    Quinn abruptly stilled, his hand on Josh's head stopping him when he would have continued. "I don't want to come. Not that way."
    The implication was clear. Josh's cock throbbed at the thought of having Quinn's large dick in his ass. He rubbed against the sheet, seeking relief. "I have some condoms. I think."
    Quinn smiled. "Good. What do you want?"
    At first he didn't understand what Quinn meant. He thought it was pretty clear what he wanted. Then he got it. Quinn wanted to know if he would top or bottom. He was stunned for a second. He'd never considered that Quinn might want to bottom.
    Hot as the idea of fucking Quinn was, Josh knew what he wanted. He rolled to his back and stretched as far as he could to reach the bedside table. He got the drawer open and came up with a condom. "I want you inside me. I'll top next time, if you want."
    His words must have reassured Quinn, because his smile brightened. "I want." While Josh scrambled out of his shorts and underwear, Quinn tore open the condom package and rolled the latex sheath over his erection. Then he rubbed his fingers in the lube left in the package.
    The feel of slick fingers at his entrance made Josh tense for a few seconds. It had been a long time since he'd bottomed. He took a deep breath that turned into a gasp as one of Quinn's thick fingers breached his hole. A twinge of pain quickly morphed into pleasure when he forced himself to relax.
    "You okay?"
    He smiled at Quinn's concern. "Feels good."
    Quinn smiled back and added another finger. The sweet burn intensified. Josh's body slowly opened up to Quinn's invasion, and Quinn pumped his fingers in and out in a rhythm designed to drive Josh insane.
    Josh arched into Quinn's hand. Quinn curled his fingers, grazing Josh's prostate, and he yelped. "Now, Quinn, please."
    Quinn withdrew his fingers. A moment later, his cock nudged Josh's hole. It was thicker than his fingers, and hotter. Josh moaned and pushed toward Quinn, breathing through the burning stretch. Sweet pleasure-pain sparked over sensitive tissue. The head slipped in, and Quinn stopped to let him adjust.
    When he nodded, Quinn pushed in the rest of the way. Josh closed his eyes at the feeling of fullness, of heat, of connection. He opened them again to find Quinn gazing down at him, his blue eyes full of an unnamed emotion. Josh's chest tightened.
    Without breaking their eye contact, Quinn began to thrust. Slow and steady, he pushed in and pulled out. Josh fell into the rhythm, rising up to meet him. The friction of Quinn's cock against his inner walls was almost too much. He heard choked whimpers and realized they came from him.
    No way was he coming this fast. To distract himself from the way his cock already throbbed for release, Josh ran his palms over the hard planes of Quinn's chest. The muscles under Quinn's warm, smooth skin felt carved from marble. A dusting of dark chest hair covered his pecs, contrasting with his pale skin. One of Josh's fingertips brushed across a nipple, and he smiled at Quinn's sharp intake of breath. Taking the hint, he brushed over the beaded flesh again, and then leaned up on his elbows to capture it between his lips.
    "Josh!" Quinn choked out his name and thrust harder, pounding into him like a jackhammer.
    The few times Josh had bottomed, it had never been like this. He'd never felt out of control, or taken. With Quinn above him, Josh felt overpowered in a good way, a safe way. Despite Quinn's strength, and his forceful thrusts, there was nothing but pleasure.
    The cords in Quinn's neck tightened. His eyes bored into Josh's. "Now." He grasped Josh's bobbing erection and stroked.
    A loud, broken cry escaped. Josh's whole body tensed. His