Sliding into Avery felt like it should hurt. Indecently hot and tight and it ached somehere in his belly, sparked in his chest, tensed his shoulders. He could never do this with anything less than all of him. All of him was alive, and it should have hurt, the force of living.
Avery begins his slow roll of completion, and Jack lifts up to match him, wedging a knee under the rise of boy so Avery's up on Jack's thigh, pulling them closer together, angling Jack's cock so it rubs up against that spot even without his hard thrusts. Avery's face is hot and his breath is hot on his fist. Jack leans over Avery's shoulder holding his thigh out and Avery opens his eyes, turning his head to share his hot breath with Jack's.
Jack stretches one leg behind him, forcing his weight and his depth. There's no room to move, but they don't need it. Avery tenses and jerks up against Jack's stomach, but they don't need it. Avery tenses and jerks up against Jack's stomach, coming hard and fast and lifted off the bed so hard that Jack feels his tenseness, and the tightening of muscle means he slips and collapses onto Avery, half out of him now but still pulsing, still coming inside. Avery's breath does hurt, makes Jack clutch his shoulders and peer at clothes eyes. There's a truly painful burn in Jack's chest to match each of his breaths.
Avery opens his eyes, and the feeling strengthens, flooding through Jack so that he can only stare back. It's possession and amazement, the feeling of closeness and the beauty of Avery. It's love, and so that's what Jack whispers, and Avery pants it back smiling.
The smile is what does it. Every aching inch of jack fades into a thick liquid happiness and a blanket of it warmer than the one that Avery now pulls over them. It isn't to cover them, because even side by side neither boy stops touching. Their body heat should drive them apart, but the air is cool and the urge to stroke and kiss and clean is too strong anyway.
And even asleep, as the next minute will undoubtedly find them, the sweetness should hurt, too. But it doesn't. And even asleep, this was life, more of life than most people could hope for. It was love.