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Sol’s hand covered his. “Second thoughts?”
Butch remembered how to breathe. “No.”
Sol’s smile reached his eyes. “Good boy.”
That word should’ve been an insult, but instead it made him feel warm.
Safe.
Sol tore the wrapper, unrolled the latex over his hard cock, and applied lube, spreading it all over. He tossed the bottle aside and held his shaft steady around the base. “You’re going to ride me. Best way ever to take a dick for the first time.”
Butch managed a smile. “Not my first time, though.”
Sol’s gaze didn’t waver. “It is with me. And we stay like this until you’re ready for more.”
Butch straddled Sol’s hips, his pulse rapid, his chest heaving.
“Reach back and guide me in.” Sol stroked his thigh. “And remember to breathe. It helps.”
Butch brought the slippery head of Sol’s dick to his hole and held it there as he sat back, slowly, so slowly, aware of pressure and heat, and solid flesh penetrating him, stretching him, filling him. He took his time, doing his best to take deep breaths, willing himself to relax.
“That’s it.” Sol’s voice was warm with praise, adding a layer of pleasure to the experience. His hands were on Butch’s hips, not exerting pressure but simplythere, a reminder of their connection. And when Sol’s cock was all the way home, Butch let out a moan that came from so fucking deep inside him.
Sol shivered. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
Butch didn’t move, but sat there, adjusting to the sensation of being full.
It feltnothinglike the first time. That had been an exercise in discomfort—this filled him with elation, pride, and the desire for more.
He began to move, a gentle up-and-down motion, riding the head and half the shaft, and it wasn’t long before everything became that little easier, the sensations more acute, the need in him growing, spreading…
Then Sol squeezed his thigh. “On your back, and bring your knees to your chest again.”
Butch lifted himself up and off Sol’s dick, then lay on the bed. Sol stuffed a pillow under his ass, applied more lube, then eased back into him.
The change of angle brought with it a whole slew of new sensations, and Butch groaned. “Feels good,” he confessed.
“Happy to hear that.” Sol worked Butch’s cock, all the time moving in and out so goddamn slowly, working his cock further in with each glide, until at last he was balls-deep.
Sol paused. “I’m all the way inside you. How does that feel?”
“Like you need to move,” Butch blurted.
Sol smiled. “You read my mind.” He slid his arm under Butch’s neck, kissing him, their tongues in play. And then he was moving again, his hips rolling fluidly, and Butch had to touch him, stroking Sol’s bicep, feeding him moans when Sol’s dick connected with his gland again.
Sol broke the kiss and grinned. “I knew it was there somewhere.” He went back to cradling Butch’s head, an intimate embrace Butch never wanted to end, while he rocked in and out, the kisses constant and demanding.
“You weren’t lying, were ya?” Butch ground out. “You like to kiss while you fuck.” Except what Sol was doing was nothing like the frantic pounding Butch had given every man he’d ever had sex with.
This was unhurried, sensual, intimate.
And then everything changed.
Sol took hold of Butch’s wrists, brought one hand to above his head, then did the same with the other. Sol’s arms were under his, Butch’s elbows resting in the crooks of Sol’s arms.
He was pinned there, held there, and then Sol picked up the pace.
The bed bounced, and Butch moaned into every kiss, locked in place by Sol’s body, Sol’s cock sliding into him faster now, faster, driving his dick in and out, his hips rocking, snapping…
