#fundynotfound

Fundy groaned as he fucked into George harder. They’d been together long enough that he knew how the older man liked it, especially once he got closer to coming. As expected, it worked and George whined a bit higher in his throat. George was currently on his hands and knees in his bed, Fundy pressed close behind him and fucking into him. 

One hand was tight on George’s hip and the other was wrapped around his leaking cock, jerking him off in pace with his thrusts. George was still, just letting Fundy fuck him. He’d always been a bit of a pillow princess, but Fundy had never minded it. The view was great and he didn’t mind putting in the work. It certainly helped that George sounded pretty. 

Honestly, he hated this position. He liked being able to watch George’s face, pretending they were a real couple and not just two people who fucked sometimes. He knew it was a little messed up to pretend they were closer than they were, but he needed every now and then. It wasn’t fair that they were so close, yet still so far from where he wanted to be. He’d never pressure George, but he often wished he’d realize one day that he loved him. 

“Turn over for me,” Fundy panted once he realized he wasn’t going to be able to come like this. It felt too impersonal today, too much like George was only using him to get off. Which yeah, that was the case, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be reminded of it. “Flip over, baby. I wanna come in you,” He encouraged, pushing at George’s hip. 

George made a disgruntled noise, but flipped himself over. He watched Fundy expectantly until Fundy positioned himself in between his thighs. It didn’t take long before he was pressing back inside of him. His eyes were focused on George’s face now, watching every expression and taking pleasure in the fact he was causing them. 

He knew George slept with other people, but here in this moment, he was with Fundy. Every ounce of pleasure he experienced was from Fundy. He was letting Fundy fuck him. They might not have every moment, but they had this one and he was going to savor it while it lasted. Maybe that was why he always ran back. No matter how many times George blew him off to hang out with someone else, he kept crawling back to George. Having George even like this, it was better than not having him at all. 

“I’m close, Fundy. Keep going,” George encouraged, more like demanded, but Fundy complied either way. One arm curled under George’s waist to thrust into him quickly, the other hand reaching for George’s cock again. He was rewarded with a sweet moan and it only spurred him on more. Nothing felt as good as George did and getting to stare down at him now, it was close to perfection. “Keep going, sweet boy. Keep going,” He repeated. 

“I will. I’m gonna come inside you,” Fundy rambled, holding George tighter and pounding into him a bit rougher. He was so easy because the second George started using pet names, he would do anything for him. “Gonna fill you up,” He told him, although they both knew that wasn’t actually possible. George always made him wear condoms when they messed around and Fundy kind of resented it. 

He wished he could fuck him bare sometimes and a part of him wondered if he let his other partners fuck him without one. The image of actually getting to finish inside of George was hot, though, so he could look past the rational aspects of it. Fundy continued watching George, smiling when he saw his face scrunching up in the way it only did when he was close to finishing. He jerked him off a bit quicker, tightening his grasp. 

“Oh, fuck! So good,” George praised as he was finally pushed over the edge. He whined through his orgasm, spilling over Fundy’s hand. Fundy kept moving, thrusting and tugging in tandem until George was teetering on overstimulation. “Are you close?” He asked and Fundy knew that was his cue to take his hand off. He gave a nod of his head because he really was close. He doubled his efforts, pulling George a bit closer and quickening his pace. 

George looked downright bored by now and Fundy guessed he couldn’t blame him. He knew George was in it for the pleasure and once it was gone, he had a hard time pretending he was still invested. Fundy didn’t normally mind, but today, it was making it more difficult for him to come. If George had been visibly enjoying it in any way, he would’ve finished with no problem. He thought for a minute before devising a way to get himself off quicker, not wanting to take too long and risk having George make him pull out before he was done. 

“Let me kiss you. Please?” Fundy knew he sounded pathetic, he felt pathetic. He’d never had to beg for any kind of intimacy, let alone just a kiss. Now, he was willing to get down on his knees and beg for hours if it meant George would kiss him. George seemed to consider it for a moment and Fundy thought he was about to be rejected before George gave a small nod of his head. “Thank you,” He ducked down to press their lips together. 

It was brief and soft, but it was everything Fundy wanted and more. He wanted to be able to do this with him every day, whenever he wanted. He wanted so much more with George and in that moment, he could pretend that he might get it one day. Fundy continued kissing George until he came as well, groaning against him because he didn’t want to pull away. Soon, he needed air and had to break away, though.