“Oh,” Florian said, and pressed his hands to his face, somehow feeling more embarrassed. “Um, okay.”
Kade shifted his weight to peel his underwear off in one smooth motion, no hint of shame on his face or in his body language. Florian dropped his hands from his face, doing his best to keep his eyes on Kade's face, but failing miserably. Even half-hard his cock looked just as big and intimidating as the rest of him.
Before Florian could take off the rest of his clothes, Kade pressed down on him again, capturing his lower lip gently between his teeth. Florian whimpered, and Kade shifted his weight to press one thigh between Florian's legs, only the thin layer of his underwear separating them from skin-to-skin contact.
“Show me what you want,” Kade breathed against him. Florian nodded, grabbing one of his hands and moving it slowly down the length of his torso. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped his lips at the contact, gentle but leaving a tingly, electric feeling in its wake, like the way Kade had touched his face the night before. Fingers trailed from Florian’s collarbone over one nipple and down the plane of his stomach, but hesitated at the waistband of his underwear. He took a steadying breath and pushed Kade’s hand underneath to settle between his legs.
“Ah,” he gasped, the contact making him shiver. “Gentle, okay?”
Kade nodded, but his eyes were firmly fixed on where his hand disappeared under the fabric. His fingers traced slow, exploratory lines against him—first near the junction of his thighs, then to his center already wet with arousal. Florian stifled a moan as Kade’s fingers found his cock, pressing curiously against it.
“You're hard,” Kade said, his tone genuinely surprised. “Or—is it always like that?”
“Oh,” Florian laughed, looking away. “No, um, it—it gets a little hard. Not as much as you, of course, but a little bit. Fuck—yeah, like that.”
Kade had caught him between his thumb and forefinger, tugging carefully to jerk him off. Florian bit his lip, muscles twitching in response to the stimulation, but Kade held him in place.
“You're bigger than I thought,” he murmured, his voice low and dark. When he looked up to catch Florian’s gaze, his eyes were hungry, needy. “Is it okay if I take these off?”
“Yeah,” Florian panted, nodding. He could feel a wet spot on his leg, where Kade's cock was pressed against him, leaking precum. “You can, um, you can go inside me, too, if you want.”
He whimpered as Kade pulled his hand away, grabbing his underwear with both hands and pulling them down. Florian kicked them off the bed, heat flooding his face; but before he could speak, Kade's hand was on him again. A palm pressed against his cock, and fingers trailed further to find his entrance.
“It's okay?” Kade asked, barely above a whisper, and Florian could only bring himself to nod rapidly. One finger slid inside him easily—he was already so wet—and a soft groan escaped him that was echoed by Kade.
“Another,” he prompted, and Kade nodded, a second finger slipping into him. His movements were almost unbearable, as he slowly and carefully moved his fingers in and out of Florian, making him gasp and squirm. Kade's fingers curved inside him, hitting him in the exact right spot, and his head fell back with a cry, the sensation sending a shockwave through his whole body.
“There,” he said, eyelids fluttering. “Yeah, there—and—” He couldn't formulate the words, so instead he moved his hand down to cover Kade's, pressing his palm harder against his cock and grinding against it. “Fuck, Kade.”
Kade nodded, his eyes still focused on his hand between Florian's legs—moving faster with his guidance—angling so his fingers could fuck him while his palm rubbed insistently against his cock. Florian let his hand fall away, closing his eyes and focusing only on the soft wet sounds made by the friction between the two of them; Kade's panting breath over him, the cries escaping his own mouth, and the mounting pressure building in his belly.
“I'm close,” he panted, grabbing onto Kade wherever he could reach, fingernails digging into his upper arms. “Fuck, don't stop.”
“I won't,” Kade replied, his voice a low rumble, and Florian was coming—his whole body tensing around Kade's fingers inside him as molten heat pulsed from between his legs. Florian pressed his face into Kade’s shoulder, stifling a long moan. “God, I can feel you—I feel you coming.”
“W-Wait,” Florian panted, grabbing Kade's hand that immediately stilled. Pleasure still zapped through him at every point of contact where Kade was touching him, overwhelming his senses. “Give me—give me a second.”
Kade hesitated, and clearly trying to keep his hand as still as possible, he leaned down to press soft kisses along Florian's cheekbones. Florian laughed, and Kade kissed the corner of his mouth where he was smiling.
“I want you to fuck me,” he blurted as Kade started to pull back. Kade stifled a laugh, turning his face away. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice gravelly. Florian became acutely aware of his cock still pressed against his leg, still damp with precum and achingly hard. “Still want to be on your back like this?”
“Um,” Florian stammered. He was sogentle, and while he wasn’t exactly surprised, it made his head spin. “Yeah, that's fine.”
Kade nodded and carefully pulled his hand away, Florian whining at the sudden emptiness. Kade's fingers glistened wetly in the moonlight, and he stroked himself for a moment, a soft sigh escaping him.
“You already feel good,” he murmured, moving to position himself between Florian's legs. The head of his cock pressed against Florian's, and he rocked his hips slightly for just a moment before pausing, a hesitant look on his face. “I, um... I won't come in you if you don't want me to.”
Florian blinked. That probably would have been a good conversation to have first, but... “It's okay,” he said quickly. “You can.”
Kade nodded, looking down to where his cock pressed; and though his expression didn't change, Florian swore he could see him blush even in the dim moonlight. “I'm nervous,” he breathed, looking through his eyelashes at Florian's face.
“It's okay,” he said, and raised his arms to pull him closer. “Come here.” Kade shifted his weight, leaning forward so Florian could hook his arms around Kade's back and pull him down to kiss him, mouth open and eager. Their tongues met, and Florian angled his hips, shifting so Kade's length slid down his own cock until the head pressed against his cunt.
Kade groaned—their lips still locked together—but the movement seemed to be all the invitation he needed as he pressed himself inside, making Florian gasp as his cock was buried to the hilt in one fluid motion.
“You're big,” Florian groaned, his head falling back.
