Felix giggled. Jacob swore he could feel it around his fingers, a brief vibration before Felix’s heartbeat took over once again.
“Can’t believe you read a guide,” Felix said.
“Of course I read a guide,” Jacob replied, appalled. “Did you not read a guide? You can really hurt someone doing this shit. Did you not read guides?”
“A couple,” Felix admitted breathily. “I just wanted to make fun of you, man. You know how much I love it.”
“I know,” Jacob said quietly.
He thrust his fingers in and out, catching his knuckles on the rim and making them both gasp.
“Fuck,” Felix whispered. He flinched back and forth on Jacob’s fingers, like he didn’t know if he wanted him deeper or not. “Why is your hand so fucking big, man?”
“Sorry,” Jacob said, unable to look away from the incredible sight of Felix stretched around him. He was so close to taking his knuckles, his hole giving way a little more every time he rocked inside.
“Don’t be,” Felix said. “Always liked your hands.”
“You did?” Jacob hesitated, then set his free hand on Felix’s hip and squeezed.
Felix moaned. Jacob was suddenly struck by a memory from freshman year: Felix insisting he had bigger hands, which was obviously ridiculous. But he wouldn’t shut up about it until Jacob finally grabbed his hand and plastered it against his, proving how much it encompassed Felix’s own.
There, Jacob had snapped, thrilled in ways he refused to understand.Happy?
Ecstatic, Felix had replied, his cheeks so flushed Jacob checked him for fever.
Jacob hadn’t recognized the hunger in Felix’s eyes until now. It was the same hunger Felix always got when Jacob overpowered him.
Jacob pressed his fingers deeper. His knuckles pressed against Felix’s hole, testing the give. Then—slowly, and then all at once—his knuckles slid inside.
Neither of them moved. Jacob stared, dumbstruck, at the sight below him.
His hand was inside Felix. Part of him had been convinced they’d have to call it off, Jacob hadbighands, and Felix wasa tiny guy. But here he was, shivering around Jacob’s entire goddamn hand.
Jacob watched Felix’s hole flutter around him, transfixed. It took him a moment to realize he needed to check in.
“Mess,” he managed. “You okay?”
Felix made a soft noise into the pillow, and Jacob was overcome.
He wanted to tell Felix how much it meant that Felix trusted him enough to do this. How incredible Felix felt, the impossible heat clamping down around his fingers.
Jacob pushed tentatively. His hand slid further inside, until Felix was squeezing around his wrist.
Felix made another noise. This one was so urgent that Jacob froze, ready to pull out. Then he noticed Felix’s cock, swollen and jerking against nothing.
He was coming, Jacob realized as he watched spurts of come hit the sheets. Shaking and coming and crying out so intensely Jacob genuinely worried he was in pain.
“Mess,” he repeated as Felix quietened down. “Hey, how are you feeling? Does it hurt?”
Felix shook his head. He twisted to look at Jacob, whose breath caught when he saw Felix’s tear-stained cheeks.
“You sure?” Jacob asked.
“Doesn’t hurt,” Felix slurred. He closed his eyes, a lock of blond hair falling onto his sweaty forehead. “You should fuck me.”
Jacob’s neglected cock throbbed in his jeans. He hadn’t gotten around to taking his clothes off yet. Partly because Felix got off on it, and partly because he had genuinely gotten distracted. Felix was always distracting him, for better or worse.
We’ve already done that, Jacob thought about pointing out. But he wasn’t about to bring up the list now.
