“God, I’m a lucky bastard.”
He comes back, running still and brandishing a little bottle of lube and a condom foil in his hand triumphantly.
“You really are a genius.”
I silence his responding snort with more kisses, and murmur words of adoration between each press of lips against lips.
Then we’re tumbling down onto the mattress.
Rolling around until we somehow end up sideways, until our kisses turn frantic and desperate.
I pull back, breathe in deep to regain some sort of control, and remind myself I have to focus on Eli, on making it good for him.
“Flip around,” I direct him gently, and he does without question, resting his cheek on his hands.
“God, Eli, you’re a work of art.” The reverent whisper has goosebumps breaking out over his back... his ass.
His perfect, tight ass.
I grab the lube, pour a little on my finger, and kiss the center of his back at the exact same second that I first touch his rim.
Just circle it softly.
He still shudders violently, just from that.
Nothing could excite me more.
Seeing the literal and physical response to my touch sets my blood on fire, and it pulls my head to his ass like a magnet.
Rimming isn’t for everyone, especially not their first time, I understand this—I’ve lived this—but giving is very different than receiving. Though there’s a lot about myself that I don’t know, that I haven’t had the chance to explore yet, I do know one thing.
I’m a top, and I love being agoodtop.
He jumps at the first delicate lick, and at the second he melts into the mattress.
The deeper I go, the higher-pitched his voice goes.
“God yes, Lex. Fuck, baby, please. I’m ready, I swear I’m ready.”
“Not even close,” I say with a chuckle, but I do pull back and slip the tip of my index finger in slowly. “You’ve seen my dick, angel, and I refuse to hurt you. Ever.”
“Fuck, why do you have to be so perfect and sweet while I’m a horny idiot?” I can only laugh, free and loud, then get back to work on pushing in to the second knuckle.
While I work that in, I get more lube and pour it right over my finger, then coat the next two as well while I’m at it.
I kiss his cheek while I work him open, and he moans and groans and begs some more, but he doesn’t take back control like I know he could.
I don’t know why I’m especially touched by that, but the blooming warmth in my chest is something I definitely haven’t felt during sex before.
“Fuck, that’s enough,” he growls when my ring finger is fully inside him.
Yeah, okay.
“How do you want me?” I kiss the small of his back and slowly pull back my hand.
“I don’t—fuck, I can’t think. Just—wait, I read about...” He breathes in harshly, clearly trying to gather his thoughts. “Okay, get on your back. It’s supposed to be easier if I’m on top the first time.”
“You won’t hear me complaining,” I mumble.
