"That feels nice." He pushed back against my touch. “But I want your cock.”
"It’s coming." I increased the pressure slightly, and the tip of my finger slipped inside his tight opening.
Dakota gasped, and I immediately stilled. "Okay?"
"Yes." He breathed around whatever pain he might have been feeling. "Don't stop."
“I won’t.” I pushed my finger in deeper, marveling at the tight heat that gripped me.
Dakota’s body trembled as I worked my finger inside him. When I found his prostate and brushed against it, he cried out as his back arched under the pressure.
"There we go." I smiled and pulled out. "You like that?"
"So good." Dakota panted as his head dropped forward. "More, please."
I added more lubricant and slowly introduced a second finger. Dakota whimpered at the stretch and quickly started moving against me. Fucking my hand to feel it all.
"You're doing so well, sweet boy." I pulled out and prepared to shove in a third finger. It was time to get this party started. "So perfect for me."
"For you," Dakota echoed, his voice thick with pleasure. "Only for you."
I worked him open patiently to make sure he was thoroughly prepared for what was to come. By the time I deemed him ready, Dakota was rocking back against my hand, fucking himself on my fingers as small moans escaped his lips with every breath.
"Please, Niko," he begged. "I need you. I'm ready."
I withdrew my fingers gently and sat back on my heels. "Turn over, baby. I wanna see your face for this."
Dakota rolled onto his back, and his glazed eyes locked with mine while his hard dick leaked against his stomach.
I reached for a condom, but Dakota's hand on my wrist stopped me.
"We're both clean," he said. "I got tested last month, and I know you test regularly in order to donate.” His eyes met mine, pleading for me to agree. "I want to feel you, Niko. Really feel you."
The thought of being inside him with nothing between us made my cock throb painfully. "I’ve never been bare with anyone before.
“Me neither."
I nodded and put the condom down. Instead, I grabbed the lube and slicked myself generously.
Dakota watched with his lips parted as I stroked my length to spread the slick.
Then I positioned myself between his thighs and hooking my arms under his knees to angle his hips up. The head of my cock pressed against his prepared opening, and I paused to look into his eyes.
"I'll go slow," I promised. "Tell me if it's too much."
Dakota nodded, and I began to push forward. The tight ring of muscle resisted at first, but then suddenly gave way, allowing the head of my cock to fully slip inside. His back arched off the bed as his hands fisted in the sheets. “Whoa.”
"Breathe." I fought my own instinct to thrust deeper into that exquisite heat while he got used to my size. "That's the hardest part. Just breathe through it."
Dakota nodded as his chest rose and fell. After a few moments, the tension in his face eased, and he gave me a small nod. "Gimme more."
I pushed forward and gradually moved inside. The sensation was overwhelming. Without a barrier between us, I could feel every subtle texture inside him. Every twitch and pulse of his body made mine do the same.
When I was fully seated, I paused again to give us both a moment to process the intensity of the connection.
I smiled down at him, my heart so full it threatened to burst. "How do you feel?"
"Full." He chuckled and then lifted his hips. "But...good. So good."
