“Bobby.” Matt feels overstretched and full, but he doesn’t want to come on fingers, not when he’s so close. “Please, Ineedyour cock.Please!”
“I could get used to that.”
Robert retrieves his fingers and wraps them around his dick, pumping himself with the lube-slicked hand that was just inside Matt. With his other hand he pops the cap of the bottle and pours more along his thick length.
He sits up on his knees, crowding closer to Matt. A thick pressure nudges up against Matt’s hole, but he doesn’t enter.
“You ready?”
Matt nods, though Robert’s dick feelsmuchlarger than his three fingers had.
“Okay, I need you to relax again.” Robert breathes louder, in and out, like he’s demonstrating how to do so.
Matt knows how to breathe, but the reminder is helpful.
“In with me. Now out—” He pushes forward on the exhale and sinks the tip in.
The rest of Matt’s breath shudders out of him as he adjusts to the width of the intrusion. It’s too big. There’s no way it’s going to fit without splitting him open.
Relax. Breathe.
On another exhale, Robert presses even further, and Matt’s body adjusts, opening for him, stretching even further to accommodate his girth. Matt tries to remember how to breathe, but it’s difficult when every nerve in his body is focused on the intrusion.
“You’re doing so well.” Robert folds himself forward, over Matt, until his face hovers just over his shoulder. His blond strands drip with sweat, and his arms shake where he braces himself.
He looks minutes away from falling apart, and Matt’s heart aches. It can’t be easy or comfortable for him to have to slow down for Matt’s sake, but despite all of his taunting beforehand, Robert is still just as patient and gentle as Bobby ever was.
Robert looks up, catching his eye, and smiles. “Just a little further, I promise.”
Matt knows immediately when Robert bottoms out. His pubes press flush against him, his balls against his ass. It’s such a strange sensation, to be so wholly connected to another person. Matt doesn’t remember it ever feeling like this.
“How is it?” Robert exhales, pulling himself upright and clutching Matt’s thighs for purchase.
“Uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, I bet.” Robert snorts and taps Matt’s stretched leg. “Let me know when I can move and I promise, I’ll make you feel better."
Matt’s not sure he can recognize the signs of being able to move, but soon he feels restless, almost fidgety. “I think you can move now.”
“Good.”
Robert pats him once more before leaning forward and bracing himself with a forearm to the side of Matt’s head. His other arm hooks under Matt’s extended thigh, pushing it further, and the smaller driver hisses with the stretch of his hole.
“Sorry.” Robert’s face hovers just above his and he gives him a small smile.
Mat wants to reach up and kiss him, to keep them connected at both ends forever, just like this, but Robert says, “Tell me if it’s too hard or too fast.”
“Yeah, I got—aah!”
Robert pulls out slowly again and pistons his hips, shoving Matt further up the bed. Matt’s hands claw at Robert’s back, sliding and scratching him, as he tries to hang on.
Slowly out, then snap back in. Drag out, then drive forward.
With every pull, a moan is ripped out from deep,deepwithin Matt. With each thrust, he craves more, more,more.
Robert’s arms tense as he picks up the pace, slamming into him at a punishing speed. Matt’s addicted to the friction, to the burn of his hole stretching to fit every inch of the cock pumping in and out and in and out of him.
With a low grunt, Robert pushes himself upright. He drops the extended leg and wraps his hands around Matt’s hips.
