I did as he asked, finding the little furl of muscle and following his instructions as well as I could. First outside, and then in, dipping my finger to the first knuckle watching the tiny fluctuations on his face as I teased in and out. He wrapped a hand around his cock, slowly stroking up and down, and I grew bolder, working inside, marveling at the tight grip of his body, the way he opened for me.
“There’s a spot inside —” he breathed. “Feels softer — if you crook your finger — ohfuck fuck fuckdo that again —”
It was a heady feeling, watching him lose himself, naked in my bed, one palm pressed against his temple. I was aching, my own cock hard against his thigh, but I kept up the motion of my finger, leaning down to kiss his shoulder as he writhed, listening to the soft breaths ragged in my ear, the gasped curses —
“Fuck — no waitstop stopit’s too —”
I recoiled immediately. “Did I hurt you?”
Cole opened his eyes and laughed. “No, I was aboutto come. And I don’t want to put myself out of commission. Come on, your turn —”
I braced myself on my knees, and he settled into the pillows, placing one under his hips to lift himself up. And I thought I was ready, but when I looked down —
“Cole, I’m not going to fit.”
“Ipromisethat you will.”
“I’m going to hurt you —”
“Youwon’t—”
Soft laughter pressed against my cheek, and then lips finding mine, an arm winding around my neck. Another hand guiding me forward, showing me where to push to seal our bodies together. Gentle pressure,resistance, then —
“Ohfuck, it’s so good, it’s too much — I don’t know if I can —”
“You’re doing great, Ezra, just breathe —”
My hips meeting the backs of his thighs, the overwhelming urge tomove. Hands under his knees, lifting and spreading him. A burst of euphoria, the feeling that this wasright, that it was meant to be. I couldn’t believe it was happening, that we were really — but there he was beneath me, eyes shut tight and hand pumping himself, a softah!accompanying each thrust. And I was flying, lost, better than I’d ever felt, and there was no way I could resist, no way I could keep this up, no way —
“Oh god, Cole, I’m not going to last —”
“It’s okay, neither am I —”
I lost it first, deep inside him, shuddering as I came, willing myself not to collapse on top of him as his hand flew over his cock. But he was following me a moment later, spilling over his belly as his eyes flew open. And when his eyes found mine, a punch-drunk smile settled over his face, every single thing I was feeling too spread out in front of me.
“Well, we are definitely doingthatagain!” he burst out, and we both collapsed into giggles.
I reached for a tissue, mopping up the mess on his belly. “So, I guess I didn’t fuck it up?”
“No, I fucking loved it.” Cole kissed me hard, then pulled me down on top of him. “I fucking loveyou.”
“I love you, too.”
And I didn’t know how I was ever going to want to do anything else ever again.
Eleven
Don’t Kill the Moment
July 2025
BZZZT. BZZZT.
I drag my eyes away from the computer screen, glad for any reason to take a break from the paper I’m trying to grade. My phone is skittering across the desk, the screen lighting up with a familiar face.
“Hey Cole, what’s up?”
“You know, you told me your subway stop, but you never told me it was half an hour on the most rattly train in the city. Jesus fucking Christ, my ass is numb.”
