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The only response I get is a moan and Dillon tugging me to lie on top of him. When I do what he wants, he spreads his legs and I settle between them. We’re chest to chest, our cocks rubbing alongside each other. Both of us groan at the same time.
“Can I be inside you?” I ask.
Dillon stills, and I hold my breath as I watch him trying to decide if he wants to take this next step with me. I know he’s never been with a guy before; know he’s been hiding this side of himself since that night in San Francisco. Would we have ended up like this if those fans hadn’t surrounded our hotel? I don’t know. I have no idea, even if we had, if we’d have been able to make it last, but that’s not important right now. What matters is that Dillon is nodding. He’s trembling beneath me and there are tears in his eyes as he tells me yes.
I trace a tear that sneaks out from the corner of his eye. “What’s this for?” I ask.
He squeezes his eyes tight. “I want you so much.” A shuddering breath steals from between his lips. “This feels like a dream.”
“It’s not,” I say. “We’re both wide awake.” I kiss him, slow and deep, then lean over and get the lube and a condom from my bedside table. Dillon tries to take the condom from my hand, but I tell him not yet. “I need to get you ready.”
Another shudder wracks through his body, but I know it’s not from fear. He wants me as much as I want him, and we’ve wasted too much time already.
“Let me rock your world, baby,” I say and push myself back until I’m lying with my face between his legs.
Without me asking, he grabs hold of his legs and pulls them back, exposing himself to me. I groan at the sight of his perfect hole and can’t help but swipe my tongue across it. Dillon almost levitates from the bed.
“Holy shit,” he curses, and I chuckle.
“Hold on, baby.”
It’s all the warning I give him before I tease at his rim, then spear my tongue inside him. Above me, Dillon’s chanting an endless string of curses and yes and more and please, Ben, please, and I am more than happy to oblige.
His hole is nice and slick when I bring my fingers into play, sliding the tip of one inside him as I rise up to lie next to him. I want to watch his face when I touch his prostate for the first time.
Before I try to go further, I grab the lube and make sure everything’s nice and slick. As I ease inside Dillon for the first time, his words change to sounds, a low and constant huff of oh oh. He breathes out a gust of oh my God, moans on his inhale. It’s a soundtrack of ecstasy punctuated with a shout of amazement when I touch that bundle of nerves that feels like heaven.
His eyes fly open, and he looks at me with awe.
“Yeah, baby,” I whisper and kiss him as my fingers work their magic inside him, stretching him, making sure he won’t feel anything but pleasure when I finally slide inside him.
He’s tugging on my arm now, words completely beyond him. When I pull my fingers from him, he whines, but I kiss him again and tell him to be patient as I reach for the condom.
I tear the wrapper open with shaking fingers and unroll it down my length. Then I’m kneeling between his legs, staring at the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen: Dillon splayed out in my bed, that golden rock star hair fanned across my pillow. His pupils are blown wide, his lips kiss-swollen and red. He looks wrecked already.
With a final kiss, I guide my cock to his hole and start to push inside.
“Ohhh…” Dillon moans. He closes his eyes, huffs out a breath, and I feel him relax enough to let me in.
“That’s it,” I praise. “God, Dillon, you’re perfect.”
“Ben.”
It’s just one word, but it is everything. I’m moving inside him, a little more every time he exhales and then I’m fully seated, Dillon’s heat surrounding my cock. We’re as close as two humans can ever get, and it feels amazing. I hold still, though it’s killing me to do so, waiting for Dillon to adjust to the feel of me inside him.
“Breathe,” I say, and he nods, does as I tell him. I breathe with him and feel the change a split second before he looks me right in the eye and tells me to move. “You sure?” I ask.
“Move, Ben.”
“Your wish is my command.”
If he thought I was going to just pull back and slam into him, he’s wrong. I start with shallow thrusts, not really moving from being so deep inside him, but as he starts to push back on me, my movements get bigger. I shift my angle, making sure I’m hitting his prostate on every stroke, and his gasp tells me I’m getting it right.
We’re both ramping up, our movements losing any finesse as we get closer.
“Jerk yourself,” I say to him, and he grabs hold of his dick, starts stroking in time to my thrusts.
“Oh, fuck.”
