Together at Last

Oliver started kissing Harry at his ankle, then started up, trailing wet kisses along the inside of Harry’s leg. As Oliver neared the top, he turned to the outside and continued up. When he found Harry’s hard nipple he bit softly.
Harry could stay still no longer. He pulled Oliver’s face to his and kissed him deeply. Both men moaned into the kiss as they moved their hips together. Harry rolled Oliver onto his back and started kissing down Oliver’s chest. When he reached Oliver’s erection he took it into his mouth. The salty fleshy taste thrilled him and he worked to swallow it all the way to the thick base. Oliver groaned loudly at the hot wet sensation as Harry swallowed all of him.
Oliver wiggled and maneuvered under Harry until he could reach Harry’s pulsing hard on. When Oliver licked the tip, Harry gasped and stopped his hungry sucking. Oliver thrust his hips up to get Harry going again. When Harry resumed, Oliver reached up and slowly caressed his firm ass, letting his fingers slide between the checks to where a dusting of hair swirled around Harry’s tight hole. Harry pushed his hips back against Oliver’s finger and Oliver knew tonight he would get what Harry loved give him. He pulled away from Harry’s cock. “Let me do it tonight.” He wiggled his finger a little into Harry. “Please,” he added in a breath against the inside of Harry’s thigh. He repositioned and raised his head to replace his finger with his tongue. Harry gasped and tried to pull away, but Oliver gripped the thinner man’s hips tightly and held him in place. He swirled his tongue around the edges, pausing to take small bits along the way. Harry squirmed and moaned.
“Oliver, please, let’s do it.” He pulled away from Oliver and this time he let Harry go. Harry stretched out on his stomach.
“No, face me,” Oliver said as he rolled Harry over. “I want to see your face for this.” He reached over to the bedside table and fumbled for his wand to lube the operation up. He smiled down at Harry as he pushed his finger into Harry’s tight ass. Harry tensed and Oliver felt the tight ring around his finger. With no pause he added a second and started to move and separate them. Harry cried out as Oliver drove a third finger inside of him. “Relax, baby. Just keep breathing. Deep breathes.” Harry held still, trying to relax. Oliver felt the muscles relax and moved his fingers apart again. He worked on Harry’s ass a few more minutes then withdrew his fingers. Harry looked up at the sudden ending and watched as Oliver slowly stroked his throbbing erection. “You ready for this?” he asked as he watched Harry watching him.
“Let’s do it.” He spread his legs wider and Oliver scooped them up and rested them on his shoulders. Oliver reached down and guided the head of his thick cock against Harry’s tight opening. He pushed the head through and Harry moaned and clenched tightly against the feeling of invasion. Oliver didn’t stop. Harry reached up and grabbed Oliver’s arms, using them to pull the bigger man down. Oliver complied and leaned down over the thin man beneath him. He crushed his lips against Harry’s and drove his cock the last couple inches inside of him. When Oliver started a steady thrusting, Harry broke the kiss to cry out each time Oliver rammed into him. Each time Oliver’s huge cock slammed into his prostate Harry gasped. Oliver pushed himself up on his arms and watched Harry’s face. Any agony was long gone. Passion and pleasure had Harry’s face flushed. Suddenly his eyes flew open and he stared at Oliver in shock. “Oliver. I’m gonna cum!” A few more thrusts and he did. Hot come shooting up on Oliver’s abdomen and down across Harry’s chest.
The extreme pressure of Harry’s contracting hole sent Oliver over the edge. His rhythmic thrust fell apart as he lost control. The final thrusts pumped Oliver’s cum deep into Harry’s stretched ass. His shaking arms gave way and he collapsed onto Harry, both men panting. When he could think again, he slowly pulled out of Harry and saw him wince. He rolled to his side and held Harry gently. “Are you ok, baby?” He stroked Harry’s hair.
Harry took a slow deep breath. Now that Oliver had pulled out he felt empty. When the sex had started he felt like he was being ripped apart. Then he wanted each bone shaking thrust. Now that it was over he wanted it again. Even as he became aware of the dull ache starting. “Wow,” he finally managed. “That was amazing.” He snuggled closer to Oliver and soon both sweaty, sticky men drifted to sleep.