The eye contact felt not only hot, but necessary. Ty always liked to watch Jared’s face when he sank into him, and tonight there was something even more poignant about it, like if he looked long enough he could erase the memory of that pinched, angry look from earlier in the day. That hadn’t been Jared, that had been whatever fuckedupness was in the fog. This was Jared, lovely and hungry and all his. Ty rolled his hips slowly, adjusting to the stretch, and kept nudging Jared’s cock in deeper. “You too,” he breathed, and meant it completely. After another moment or two of work, he settled his weight back fully and let out a deep groan.
Jared moaned softly, letting his eyes close for a moment before he looked back up at Ty, not ready to stop that just yet. He needed all the connection he could get with him right now, physical and emotional with heavy emphasis on the latter. It was easier to believe they'd be okay now while he was inside of Ty even as he was fighting the urge to start moving because he wanted Ty to set the pace.
Ty liked and wanted to be on top tonight, but it did make Jared feel kind of far away. Once he’d adjusted to Jared’s cock, he leaned over to kiss him again, trapping his own aching hardon between their bellies. With a muffled groan, Ty started slowly rolling his hips, working their bodies together in an almost lazy, indulgent way. He didn’t want to rush through this, he wanted them to wring as much pleasure out of it all as they could get. They both needed it. Ty just also felt like he needed to feel Jared breathe and hear every soft sound he made and feel those thick arms around him.
He got his wish as Jared's arms closed around him almost automatically as soon as he was in reach, letting out a soft moan against Ty's lips. He moved with him, pushing his hips up to make it easier and there really was no feeling like this, being inside someone, getting his dick squeezed and stroked by another person's body. He'd gone without it for months and now that kind of a dry spell seemed like an impossible thing he could never repeat.
It was perfect, and being tired meant that Ty’s body didn’t get too caught up in desperation. He was thoroughly enjoying the slow-burn of this; it wasn’t a race to the finish, it was the two of them basking in one another and doing some internal healing. Ty alternated between kissing Jared and looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes, his back and ass moving almost languidly. There was heat and pressure building inside of him, but it was gradual enough that he felt like he could ride it for a while. Jared’s cock felt amazing, and the friction against the bottom of his own dick was tantalizing, and every part of it was just what he needed.
Jared slipped one arm between them, slowly as he let Ty move to adjust to it, then wrapped his hand around his cock. He wasn't in any rush either but he wanted to stroke him, or at least hold him for now, gently smoothing his thumb over the head of his cock. He wanted this to go on for a while, it felt like so much more than just sex. "Let me know if you want me to take over," he whispered against his lips between kisses because he had a feeling that when the time came he was in better shape to speed things up if they needed it.
Having Jared’s arm between them put them a bit further away, but that was probably for the best anyway, considering his breathing situation. Ty lifted and braced himself with both hands on the outside of Jared’s shoulders, still rocking over him and struggling to keep his eyes open. With his cock in Jared’s fist, the pleasure gradually got more intense and demanding, and Ty’s exhales got a little more vocal. He nodded at the words, but he knew that he didn’t want that right away, at least for a while. This was still good, and he focused on the combined feeling of being filled up with and stroked, his pace picking up a bit.