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Miles looked down at Beckett’s cock, throbbing against his palms. He swiped his thumb over the slit, where clear pre-come had begun to leak out.
He climbed on top of Beckett, and he immediately took hold of his hips, keeping him steady. His head hovered above Beckett’s, whose cheeks were flushed—he was turned on, yes, but his eyes were surprisingly vulnerable.
Miles took one of Beckett’s hands and brought it past his back, over his ass, and pressed Beckett’s fingers against his puckered entrance.
Beckett inhaled. Hesitated, as if waiting for an answer.
Miles answered him by pressing a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth.
8
MILES KISSED A trail down Beckett’s chin to his jaw. Beckett fiddled with something, and a moment later, his lubed fingertips brushed over Miles’s asshole, massaging it slowly.
Miles was kissing the soft underside of Beckett’s jaw when he pressed one lubricated digit against the pucker.
Miles took a breath, but when Beckett eased the finger inside, it went more easily than he expected. Beckett pushed in the finger until it was totally inside and stilled, letting Miles get used to the feeling. Then, he stroked the inner walls, and Miles jolted.
Beckett brushed his fingertip against the same spot, and Miles gasped. “Wait.”
Beckett froze.
“I—” Miles began. “It’s…sensitive.”
Beckett’s shoulders relaxed, and the corners of his lips lifted as if to say, you don’t say. “But not bad?”
“Not bad,” Miles agreed.
“Is it okay for me to continue?”
Miles nodded. “Just—I don’t want to come. Not yet. Not until…”
The playfulness in Beckett’s eyes was replaced with intensity. He slowly slid his finger in and out, and Miles moved a hand between their bodies, wrapping a hand around Beckett’s rigid member. Beckett let out a string of curses, which Miles would have found amusing if he wasn’t at that point horny as hell with his ass getting fingered.
Beckett added another finger and slowly and steadily stretched Miles out. Two fingers were more painful, but Beckett continued to stimulate Miles’s prostate, which resulted in pleasurable electric shocks that alleviated the sting.
After Beckett added a third finger, he started jerking Miles’s dick too, distracting him with even more pleasure while his ass adjusted. The tent was filled with shaky breaths as they touched each other.
Miles squeezed the head of Beckett’s cock. He groaned and then, in one swift movement, slipped his fingers out of Miles’s ass, making it feel weirdly empty, and flipped them over. Miles landed on his back, a little breathless. Beckett loomed over him, stroking his massive erection.
They were in the same position as last night, after Beckett had just swallowed Miles’s come. Miles remembered how he’d stretched his body out and told Beckett to come on him. The memory of his bold words should have turned him red with embarrassment, but right now, he was too far gone.
He spread his legs wide, and air caressed his balls, his sensitive asshole. Beckett’s eyes flashed, but he paused. “Are you sure?” he whispered.
“Yes,” Miles breathed. When Beckett still didn’t move, he pulled his body up and nipped Beckett’s bottom lip. Then, in a sly voice: “Are you going to make me beg?”
Beckett kissed him back hard. He made a noise that could only be described as a growl which vibrated against Miles’s tongue, reverberating throughout his body to his desperate, weeping cock. He was about to actually start pleading with Beckett—please, fuck me, I can’t wait any longer—when Beckett pushed him back down again.
Beckett ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolled the condom on. He stared at the space between Miles’s open legs and stroked himself, perhaps unconsciously. He dragged his eyes up to meet Miles’s and moved closer, so their legs were touching. “I’m going to make it good for you, okay?” he said. It was a promise.
Miles hummed in reply, something that meant okay and yes and I know and I trust you.
Beckett shifted closer, one hand on his member, the other hand remaining on Miles’s hip, and pressed the head of his cock against Miles’s entrance. Keeping his eyes latched onto Miles’s, he eased forward.
Miles flinched at the initial burn and breathed deeply as Beckett moved forward, until the widest part, the tip, was inside. Beckett stopped, giving Miles a moment to get used to it. After Miles nodded, Beckett slowly pushed the rest of his erection inside.
Miles felt full and stretched out in a way he never had before. At some point, his dick had started to wilt, so he played with it as he adjusted to the sensation of Beckett inside him. Beckett nudged Miles’s hand away and jerked him off, leaning down to pepper Miles’s face with kisses.
“You can move,” Miles whispered after he was at full mast again and Beckett had let go.
