He laughs but it quickly falters when I bite his ass cheek and then tease the rim of my yet again new favorite spot with my tongue. He tastes like cherry lube and Dacen. His head drops down between his shoulders as I continue to explore. “Ohhhshitfuckdamn.” His words are a jumbled blur. “Ryne, I’m gonna come already if you don’t stop.” I lean back on my haunches and let my hands fall to my sides. “Okay but like, I didn’t actually mean you should stop.” He wiggles his butt in my direction so I give it a good smack. The sound of my palm connecting with his ass cheek and his sharp intake of breath are both oddly satisfying.
“So needy,” I murmur. I love it.
“Sorry.” He mutters the word quietly but my ears pick it up. Sorry?
“Sorry for what?”
He lays down on his stomach. “Being annoyingly needy.” His voice isn’t timid but it sounds like his anxiety is doing the talking for him.
“Don’t be. Sorry, that is. You think it’s annoying to me that you want my tongue, my fingers, my dick?” I reach beneath him and stroke him. “News flash: it’s hot as fuck, not annoying. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Now bring me that ass or I’ll have to smack it again.”
“Promise?” he teases, so I slap it lightly. While he situates himself back on his knees I grab the condom and tear the packet open, then slide it on. I’m so fucking hard right now, even that light touch nearly does me in.
I snap open the lid of the lube again and pour some over the condom. I have no idea how much of this you’re supposed to use. The article I read said don’t skimp on the lube, lube is your partner’s BFF, and that leaves things up to interpretation. When it comes to me and my hand, I’m good. Just like nearly every other eighteen-year-old guy, I’m something of an expert on the lube to palm to dick ratio. But Dacen’s ass? His very perky, very lickable, makes me want to drop to my knees and shout its praises, ass? Not a fucking clue. How much lube does it take to get my dick inside that tight hole, without hurting its insanely hot owner? ‘Cause I’d like to be able to do this again in the near future. I glance from Dacen’s ass to my dick to the lube and very liberally pour more of it over the condom.
Dacen looks over his shoulder. He stares back at me through squinted eyes and his mouth twists up into a sly smile. “Umm, pretty sure you’re not supposed to use the whole bottle.” I didn’t use the whole bottle. “Do you need an instruction manual back there?” he continues. “It’s pretty simple: pour, rub, thrust.”
“Funny.” I reach forward and shove him lightly between the shoulder blades. He loses his balance and falls face-first into the pillows. A bunch of mumbled nonsense follows. “Dude, I have no idea what you said.”
He lifts his head and then pushes himself back up to his hands and knees. “I said it’s like greasing a turkey before throwing it in the oven. Just spread it around and stick it in.”
There’s a good five seconds of absolute silence and then I crack up. “Oh my God, you are… one hundred percent Dacen. That’s the only way I can describe you right now. Anyway, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“And I just need you inside me. Come on,” he whines, wiggling his ass back and forth again. “Fuck me, Ryne.”
Happily.
“Flip over.” He does and I flick his pierced nipple with my tongue. “I want to see your face while I fuck you.” Dacen sucks in a shaky breath and his eyes flutter shut. “Are you ready?” At my question, his eyes snap back open and find mine. He reaches up and rubs my arms and nods, then brings his legs up. I brace myself on one hand and line myself up with his ass with my other hand, guiding myself in slowly.
“Holy fucking fuck,” I hiss out as I enter Dacen’s body. Inching in slowly, my fingertips digging into the sheet are the only thing preventing me from imploding. I force myself to pause and take deep, steadying breaths so I don’t I embarrass myself by blowing right here and now. “You okay? I can stop.”
Dacen glares at me, and his voice is strained but fire flashes in his eyes. “Don’t you fucking dare.” My eyebrows raise because he cusses but it’s rare for him to drop the f-bomb so much. He doesn’t often say it, whereas for me fuck became a permanent part of my vocabulary by the time I was thirteen. “Just give me a minute.” I shift my weight and wrap Dacen’s legs around my waist. My hands run up his chest and back down his abs while I wait for him, and my fingers softly slide up and down his tight body until finally, the tension leaves. He takes a deep breath. “Okay. I’m ready. Keep going.”
With that as an invitation, I thrust forward the rest of the way until I’m flush with his ass. We moan in unison.
“When did your dick get so huge?” he pants as I slowly pull out and thrust back in. “I mean, it’s always been big but holy shit I think it doubled in size. It’s, wow, I’m so full. It’s uncomfortable but, like, in the best way.” My chatterbox drops his head back on the pillow and some unintelligible sounds come from him. “So good,” he breaths against my lips when I kiss him.
“Your ass is amazing, Dacen. Definitely my new favorite spot.” I shift my position slightly and his eyes fly open.
“Oh God. Don’t st-stop,” he stutters. “That spot…” His voice trails off as I hit that same spot over and over. Dacen’s dick is steadily dripping now and I wish I could taste him, but that’s a contortionist move I don’t have a prayer of pulling off. Instead, I slide my hand over and around it, slicking him up more using his own arousal as lube. All the sounds he’s making because of what I’m doing to him, what we’re doing together, and seeing my dick stretch his tight ass and disappear inside… Adrenaline surges through me and the urge, the desire, the need to claim him, is fierce and demanding and all-consuming.
“Whose dick is this, Dacen?”
He lets out a strangled cry as I jerk him off in time to my thrusts. “Yours, Ryne,” he rasps. Those words are music to my ears.
“And whose ass is this?” I fuck him harder, faster, and he moans.
“Yours. It’s yours.”
“That’s right, D. You’re fucking mine.” Do I deserve him? No. But nevertheless, he’s mine. His legs tighten around me and I pound into him, grunting and mumbling incoherently. After a few minutes, my thrusts become more erratic. His cheeks and neck are flushed. We lock eyes and I jerk him faster, knowing I’m not going to last much longer.
“Come on, babe, come for me.” A few more pulls on his dick and he stiffens, back arched and mouth frozen open. Then he moans my name and cum splashes down my hand and all over his stomach. Every single one of his muscles tighten and his ass clamps around me as he rides out his orgasm. That’s what does me in. Two more thrusts and my own hits.
“Dacen, fuck,” I growl out. My hips jerk forward a few more times until I’m completely spent, and then I collapse down on his chest. We both suck in sharp, ragged breaths and our hearts thump wildly against each other. My extremely happy and satisfied dick slips out as I come down, and as soon as I can breathe a little, I kiss him and roll off. Flopping back on my bed next to him, I gulp down more air. My heart is still racing. I remove the condom and tie it off, then lean over and kiss him again. “Be right back.” I toss the condom in the trash on my way to the door and manage to stumble across the hall into the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water. I use it to quickly clean him up and once I’m on the bed beside him again, I turn my head toward him.
