“Like what you see?”
Felix murmured approval and touched his fingers to the trimmed hair around my cock.
It was damn hard keeping it together when he touched me like that. Instinct was to just throw Felix down on the bed and go nuts, but I knew it was important to keep a pace with him. It’d been a long time since he’d been with a man, and I didn’t want to put him out of his comfort zone by rushing to the down and dirty the first chance I had.
“Lose the clothes,” I said.
Felix stopped petting my body and looked up. “I don’t… really want to.”
“Felix.”
He dropped his hands and started getting to his feet.
“Hey. Wait, darling.” I crouched down and took his face with both hands. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to take my shirt off.”
My fingers were touching the scarred skin on his neck, and a few times that week, he’d allowed me to touch his hand, but like back at the movie theater, the second I tried for more, Felix shut down.
I ran the pad of my thumb over the curve of his cheekbone and leaned in to kiss his mouth gently. “That’s fine,” I answered. “You don’t have to.”
We were going to have to talk about this sooner rather than later, or I could foresee it becominga thing. And it wasn’t that I couldn’t understand where he was coming from. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think the scarring was bad. It was. If I tried to imagine myself in his position, I’d be self-conscious as hell too. But it was a part of him, and all of Felix deserved equal attention and affection, not just the parts that were prettier than others. I kissed him again.
“Youarebeautiful,” I whispered. “But if you don’t want to take it off, you don’t have to. Not tonight.”
Felix nodded.
I pulled my head back to look at him better. “You will have to lose the pants if we’re to go much further, though.”
Felix seemed to even hesitate over that, but he finally made quick work of the pajama bottoms. The bathroom light behind us spilled partially into the bedroom and illuminated Felix’s strong, hairy thighs and a gorgeous cock straining upward, already leaking at the tip. He shifted a bit on his knees, and I briefly caught the now familiar skin pattern on his hipbone. Jesus. A good third of his body must have been scarred.
I grabbed Felix’s head and kissed his mouth hard, hoping to alleviate any uncertainty he might have been feeling.
It worked.
Felix moaned against my mouth. “Please,” he begged.
“You want that plug, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he whimpered.
I got up from the floor and leaned over the bed to pick up the toy and lube. “Turn around, hands and knees.” I watched Felix obey and crouched behind him once more. “Look at that fine ass.” I gave each cheek a good, firm squeeze. “Next time, I’m fucking you. Got that?”
“Yes,” Felix said, practically gasping.
I opened the bottle, squirted some lube, and eased a finger into Felix. “Do you like this?”
“Ngh—ah, yeah!” Felix lowered himself down onto his elbows, keeping his ass in the air.
I caressed his hole for another minute, watching Felix come apart under the ministrations. I couldn’t wait to slide my dick into his perfect, muscular ass and pound him into another reality, but until then… I removed my finger and squirted more lube from the bottle, this time coating the glass plug. When I turned back to Felix, he was watching intently over his shoulder.
I grinned and pressed the tip against him. “This what you want?”
He groaned and pushed back on the plug.
“That’s it. You can take all of it, can’t you?”
Felix eased himself onto the plug with years of practice. When the flared base touched his cheeks, he moaned quietly.
