Kade reached down to spread his ass cheeks apart, revealing the slight pucker of his hole surrounded with a light dusting of dark hair. Gingerly, Florian touched him with his lubed fingers, making him suck in a sharp breath. Florian froze—startled—but Kade only laughed.
“Cold. That’s all.”
“S-Sorry,” he stammered. “It’ll warm up. Here, come to the edge of the bed.”
He stood as Kade pushed himself across the bed, so his ass was right at the very edge and his much longer legs hung over. “Better?” Kade teased, laughing.
“So I can see you better,” Florian agreed, grinning at the slight flush that crept up Kade’s face at his words. From this vantage point he could look down at the full length of his partner’s body, though his eyes lingered briefly on the wounds still along his ribs and side--closed, but still red and bruised.
His focus pulled him out of the moment. He looked away, shaking his head and refocusing on the task in front of him. He pressed his fingers against Kade’s entrance again, exploring the taut muscle until it warmed and relaxed against his touch, enough that he could slide a finger inside. Kade let out a long breath as Florian pressed into him, all the way to his knuckle, then drew it back out.
“It’s good,” he said, seeing the unspoken question on Florian’s face as their eyes met. “I’ll tell you if anything hurts. Go on.”
“Okay,” Florian nodded, moving his finger in and out of Kade, more exploratory than anything else. He was tight and warm around the digit; and although his cock was rock-hard in anticipation, it was hard to imagine how it might feel around him. Slowly, he pressed a second finger in alongside the first, watching as Kade closed his eyes and made a soft noise in the back of his throat. His mouth hung slightly open, his face still flushed with desire, his breathing deep and controlled, but with just a hint of arousal in how ragged his breath sounded at the very end of each exhalation.
Kade felt impossibly tight around him at first, slowly easing and relaxing around the intrusion—and when he added a third finger, Kade groaned, one hand squeezing at the base of his cock.
“It’s good,” he panted, before Florian could ask. “Don’t make me wait.”
Florian laughed breathlessly as his fingertips grazed along Kade’s inner walls. He couldn’t quite feel where his prostate must be, but his cock had more length than his fingers did—and, he thought as he stifled a grin, he could figure out how to make his cock the perfect length and shape to hit it every time. The thought made his cock twitch eagerly; and as he eased out his fingers, he pressed the head of it against Kade’s asshole, lining himself up.
“Okay,” he said. “Ready?”
Kade nodded, eyes still closed. Florian pushed himself inside. They both gasped at the slow, cautious movement. He wassotight, Florian thought, enough that he thought it must be hurting him, but the faint moan escaping Kade’s lips sounded like absolute bliss.
“Oh, fuck,” Florian groaned, pushing himself in to the hilt. He remembered how Kade had remained perfectly the first time they’d had sex; and now he entirely understood why. The tight, wet walls around his cock made him absolutely certain that if he moved even a fraction of an inch, he would instantly shoot his load. He remained completely still for a moment, panting and trying desperately to think of anything other than the overwhelming warmth surrounding his cock.
“Florian,” Kade breathed, his voice almost a whimper. “Move. Please.”
The words nearly broke his resolve to not immediately come. But he squeezed his eyes shut, taking in a deep and steadying breath, then nodded and slowly started to move his hips. The movement felt clumsy at first—then Kade stifled a moan with the back of his hand, the other hand still stroking his own cock, and instinct took over. Florian watched the way Kade’s chest heaved as he gasped, the way his eyelids fluttered, and how soft his lips looked as his mouth hung slightly open. All he could think of—all he wanted—was to keep Kade looking likethis, to keep drawing out the little gasps and moans that escaped the back of his throat. He had never seen him look so vulnerable and exposed. The tight heat around his cock became almost secondary to Kade’s utterly undone expression.
“God, Kade,” Florian panted, running his hands from Kade’s hips up his abs, carefully avoiding the healing wounds on his skin, then back down to grip at his thighs. “This is so hot.”
A heated grin spread across Kade’s features at that. “You like fucking me?” he goaded, and Florian nodded with a breathy laugh.
“Of course I do,” he said.
“Mm,” Kade agreed, his head falling back. “Me too.”
Florian thought of making himself bigger—just a little, just enough to be sure to hit the exact right spot—and felt himself swell and lengthen, the hot channel around him growing tighter. Kade sucked in a sharp breath, looking back up at him.
“Did you—?” he asked, only to be cut off as Florian thrust into him again. “Oh,fuck—God, Florian, right there—”
Florian bit back a moan, focusing with all his might onnotcoming. The sudden feverish cries coming from Kade certainly weren’t helping; but still he moved his hips the same way, relishing the way his eyebrows knit tightly together as his eyes squeezed closed, and the way his toes curled with each thrust, his broad chest heaving with ragged breaths.
“You feel so good,” Florian panted, squeezing his thighs. “Fuck, Kade, this feels so good.”
“Shit,” Kade hissed, pressing his free hand to his mouth. “I’m—I’m—” His cry became wordless as he tensed around Florian, his cock twitching in his hand as he came, marking his abs and chest with long stripes of come.
That was more than Florian could bear. His hips moved of their own accord, giving only a few more frantic thrusts into Kade before he was coming too. He gasped as pleasure swelled upward from his groin, familiar and foreign in its placement all at once. Orgasming with a cock was similar enough to his original anatomy—the come shooting out of it was an entirely new sensation—and the way Kade pulsed and twitched around him only drew it out longer.
“Kade,” he whimpered, eyelids fluttering. He couldn’t form any other words.
When he could finally focus again, he was panting for breath along with Kade, who was still splayed out underneath him. The other man’s hands were pressed loosely against his cock, as if shielding it, and a glistening line of come traveled up his abs nearly to his neck. His head tipped back, his eyes closed, and his breath came out rapid and shallow.
“Are you okay?” Florian asked, suddenly nervous—but to his surprise, Kade laughed.
“I came really hard,” he said, his voice rasping. “God. That was really intense.”
