Ben lay panting while Dennis slid the condom on, then rose to his knees and slid fluidly into Dennis' lap. "Fuck yeah," he breathed, raising up enough to reach back and slide Dennis inside him. He bit his lip at the initial burn, hands tight on Dennis' shoulder until the cock was fully inside. From this angle his cock was trapped between their stomachs, and the added friction sent delicious sensations through him.
"Fuck, you feel good," he whispered, raising up slightly on his knees and then down again, repeating the actions a few times to get a steady rhythm going. The stretch of Dennis' cock inside him made him groan, and he finally found an angle that teased his prostate every few strokes.