“Fuck, priest. You’d better get that holy rod of yours inside me before your fingers finish the job.”
“I told you…Ah, fuck. Never mind.” He grabbed the lube and coated his cock. "Lift up," he commanded.
I rose on shaky thighs. His hands guided my hips, positioning me over his cock. The head pressed against my entrance, and we both stopped breathing.
"Look at me," he demanded. "I want to see your face when you take me."
My eyes met his, and I lowered my body onto his. At first, my body fought, but gravity and his hands on my hips kept pushing me down, forcing the intrusion, and I made a sound like I was being torn apart.
My hands scrambled for purchase on his chest, and my fingers closed around handfuls of thick, perfect chest hair. "God..." The word came out choked. "Rafael, you're so big..."
"Can you keep going?" His grip on my hips tightened.
I nodded. "Just don’t—"
He pulled me down another inch, and I couldn’t breathe.
…Do that, I thought but didn’t dare say it out loud. Rafael wasn’t experienced enough to know what the hell he was doing, and I wasn’t prepped enough to take someone of his size, but that wasn’t going to stop me from trying.
He pulled me down harder, faster, without giving me time to adjust, until I was fully seated, my ass flush against his hips.
It hurt, but not so bad that I couldn't take it, and from the look on his face, he needed this more than I did.
"You okay?" I managed, because someone had to be the responsible one here, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be the virgin priest currently balls-deep inside me for the first time in his life.
"I'm—" His voice cracked. He swallowed hard, his hands trembling where they gripped my hips. "Lorenzo, you're so tight. I can feel everything. Every time you breathe, every time you clench. I can’t…"
"Don't you dare come yet." I rocked forward slightly, testing the stretch, and the movement made us both gasp. "We’re making this last."
"I don't think Ican—"
"Yes, you can." I lifted up slightly, just an inch, and sank back down. The drag of his cock inside me made me bite my lip. "Fuck. Okay. That's... that's really good."
Rafael's grip on my hips tightened, knuckles going white. "Do that again."
I did, lifting up and back down, setting a slow rhythm. My thighs were already shaking from the effort, but watching Rafael's face made it worth it. His eyes were wide, pupils blown, lips parted as he sucked in ragged breaths. He looked wrecked. Overwhelmed. Like every nerve ending in his body had just woken up for the first time.
Decades of celibacy had left him desperate for it, and now he was inside me and didn’t know what to do with all the input.
"You're so fucking beautiful like this," I said, and immediately regretted it because that sounded like something I'd say to a mark, something calculated and false, and Rafael had asked me not to—
"Don't perform for me." His grip on my hips turned bruising. "I can hear it in your voice."
"I'm sorry," I started, but he pulled me down into a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and possession. When he pulled back, there was blood on both our lips.
"I don't want pretty words," he said against my mouth. "I don't want you to make this good for me. I want you here. Present. Real. Even if that means you don't know what to say. Even if that means it's messy and awkward and you're scared."
My chest was suddenly so tight, I could barely breathe. "Iamscared."
"I know." His thumb brushed my cheekbone. "So am I."
We stayed like that for a moment before Rafael's hands moved back to my hips.
"Now move," he said. "Show me what this feels like when you're not pretending."
I started moving, but this time I let myself feel the stretch, the burn, the fullness. The way his cock made my toes curl when it hit just right. My cock bounced between us, leaking steadily onto his stomach.
"Fuck," I gasped. “Right there, keep—oh god—"
