I know this isn’t the first time he’s been breached. Three days ago, he found the courage to show me his dildo collection, and he let me play with him until he was sobbing for release. I know he can take it, but I’m still going to make him work for every inch I give him because I know that’s what he wants.
I know him now—better than I ever thought I could.
He gasps as I slip two fingers in at once, and his hips arch as I thrust forward until the palm of my hand cups his ass. His legs spread a little more, and he humps downward, but this time, he’s nowhere near the bed.
A sob escapes his chest. “Please. Fuck, please, baby. I need…”
I wait, but he doesn’t finish his sentence. I begin to pump my fingers in and out as I climb to my knees, and I rock my hard dick against his hip. “Tell me. Tell me what you need.”
“You,” he gasps, turning his head to face me. His eyes are open, but I’m not convinced he can see me. He looks lost somewhere in the void.
Pressing my free hand to his cheek, I kiss him until he stops trembling, though his hips are still moving in time with my fingers. “Stay with me.”
“I’m with you,” he promises. When I pull all the way back, his eyes are on mine, and I can tell he’s back. “Hi.”
I can’t help a small grin. Leaning in, I kiss him once more, then gently remove my fingers. North whines in displeasure, so I reach between his legs and grip his cock. He gasps, rocking into my fist, but I feel his dick thicken, so I let go before he can bring himself to the edge.
“Fuck. Leo, I’m going to die.”
“You’re not going to die. I will not let that happen.” My words are sharper than I mean them to be, but I can’t help it. It’s a hard trigger, and it happens all the time because it’s how North jokes.
It’s how he exaggerates.
But he’s also aware of it because he stills and quickly turns to me. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry I?—”
“No.” I lean in and take him by the chin, kissing him firmly. “I know. It’s okay.” Before he can go on an apology tour, I push on his upper back so his arms collapse, and he hits the pillow. When he’s resting on his chest, I slide behind him and grab the lube.
His entire body goes still, ass in the air, waiting on a knife’s edge. I tear open the condom wrapper, then slick myself with a ton of lube because I know he likes it wet, and then I position myself against him.
“Take a breath,” I order.
He’s been filled before, but never by me. Never by another person’s cock. This is a first, and it’s not everything, but it’s something. It’s a moment I will treasure because he trusts me to do this. To be his first.
To be his forever.
Gripping his hips, I slowly push in. The head of my dick catches on his tight muscles at first, but then he lets out a heavy breath and relaxes, and I slide in an inch. And then another. I pull back with his next inhale, and as he breathes out, I thrust all the way forward until my hips hit the globes of his ass.
We both go still.
“You’re in me,” he murmurs.
“I am.”
“Fuck,” he sobs. His voice is raspy when he speaks next. “You feel so good.”
“You feel perfect,” I tell him. I lean forward, resting my chest over his back, and I roll my hips. He gasps, his hips moving and searching for the right angle, and I kiss the back of his neck. “You are so good.”
“Leo,” he moans.
Fuck, I love when he says my name like that.
Arching my back, I slide out, then slam back in, and he lets out a shout, his hands scrabbling for purchase as he stretches his arms out in front of him. His back makes a delicious arch, and I run my hand down the center of his spine as I take him in short, heavy, rapid thrusts.
He grunts through them like he can’t help it, like every fuck is stealing his breath, and his face presses into the pillow. I could lose myself like this. I could come and fill him up to the brim if I let myself.
But that’s not what I want. This isn’t for me.
Not entirely.
