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His own cock leaked copious amounts of precum onto Ashok’s leg, and he would love to pay it some attention, but tonight his focus was Ashok, bringing him to orgasm as many times as he could in as many ways as possible.
“Why don’t you turn over for me, onto your stomach?” He had plans involving his tongue.
Ashok did as he asked. “On my knees?”
“Up to you, but yeah, that might be a good idea.”
The sight of his arse, framed by the black jock was just breathtaking. He stroked his dick a few times, tempted to push his way in, but Ash was nowhere near ready for that.
“Has anyone ever touched you there?” he asked, his voice raspy, as he gently stroked his hole, watching it pucker.
“No, never.” Ashok’s voice quivered with need.
“Not even you?” Ashok shook his head. He’d need lube or a whole lot of spit.
He started with that and spat on Ash, watching a the saliva dripping down. He rubbed it in and poked gently. Ashok gasped.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” Ashok’s voice was strained. “I liked it.”
That was good to know, but instead of inserting his finger, he bent down and licked.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Hayden,” Ashok shouted, thumping the bed with his fist.
He licked again, time after time, listening to Ashok moan and curse. He was desperate to touch himself, but he was as fond of edging himself as he was Ashok.
Sufficiently wet, he inserted the tip of his finger, probing gently. He was so fucking tight, but he didn’t expect anything else.
He pushed again, a little further this time, almost to the second knuckle. Ashok hissed.
“I’m sorry, I’ll stop.” Hayden couldn’t see his face, but he imagined the grimace he’d see on it.
“No, carry on. I just need to get used to it. I’m fine, honestly.”
Hayden reached for the drawer of his nightstand, snagging the bottle of lube. This would be better. He flicked the lid and squirted, rubbing some between his fingers.
He pushed again, breaching the ring of muscle, and this time, his finger slipped in easily, right down to the joint of his hand.
“God, you’re tight. I just hope you’re like that when I get my dick up there.”
Ashok rested his head on the bed and thrust backwards. Guess he was enjoying it as he rocked back and forwards on his knees. They worked up a rhythm, in and out, in and out, filthy moans leaving both of them. Hayden had never been anyone’s first, and he was determined to make it just right for him.
“Add another, Hayden. I can take it. I know I can.”
He lubed up another finger, slowly inserting it. Ashok moved back again, a little slower this time, stopping when he reached the first knuckle. He knew from experience how uncomfortable it could be; the stretch, the sting, the burn.
“Still OK?” He stroked the base of his spine. “I know you can take it, Ash. Just breathe through it.”
Ashok reached between his own legs and rubbed himself. His arse was so tempting; he was itching to fuck him.
Hoping to relieve Ashok’s pressure, he removed his jockstrap, throwing it down the side of the bed. He rubbed his cheeks, massaging the hard muscles between his hands.
“Turn over, Ash. Let me look at you.”
He was flushed, and Hayden didn’t doubt he was too. The room was hot, and they were both worked up.
Hayden lay on top of him and kissed him, rolling his hips, rubbing their erections together. Gripping Ashok’s’ shoulders, he rolled onto his back so Ashok was now on top.
