Round 5

Sunrise bled rose-gold through the blinds and painted Jordan’s back in slow, liquid stripes.
Alex woke to the heat of it, to the slow drag of Jordan’s tongue along the crease where thigh met ass, to the low, satisfied hum that meant Jordan had been awake for a while and already impatient.

“Morning,” Jordan said against his skin, voice gravel and honey.
He didn’t wait for an answer. Two slick fingers (warmed under the tap while Alex slept) slid into him without warning. Alex’s back arched off the mattress; the plug from last night was gone, but he was still soft and open, swollen from every round before. Jordan crooked his fingers, found the spot that turned Alex’s breath into a broken moan.

“Sensitive,” Alex managed.

Jordan’s grin was all teeth. “Good.”

He added a third finger, scissored wide, then pulled out. The loss made Alex whine. Jordan flipped him onto his stomach, shoved a pillow under his hips, and spread him open with both thumbs. Cool air kissed overheated skin; then Jordan’s tongue followed, wet and filthy, licking a stripe through the mess he’d left hours ago. He speared inside, fucking Alex with quick, shallow thrusts of tongue until Alex was rocking back, chasing more.