He was looser than I’d thought he would be, relaxing as my thumb made itself a little home in his opening.
“More,” he said.
Who was I to argue?
I was kind of good at this because I knew exactly what I needed, and I really enjoyed being fucked when someone took their time with foreplay. So that was what I did for Con. I kissed his hip, his stomach, and slowly moved my thumb, focusing on his reaction to what I was doing. His arm came up to play with my hair, and I pushed a little deeper inside of him.
“Good?” I asked.
He nodded. Vigorously.
I replaced my thumb with two fingers, gently moving around, shushing him and urging him on.
“You’re doing so well.”
“Matt?”
I stopped.
“Don’t stop. More!”
“So impatient,” I scolded. He just laughed.
“Get your dick in there. The fingers are all good, but I really want you in there. Properly.”
“Spoilt as well. My fingers are offended.”
“Your fingers are much appreciated, but my dick needs company.”
“Really?” I laughed. Grabbed his rock-hard dick. “Get yourself off, baby. Wank away.”
“Wank away? I thought you were classy, Matt.”
“I’m super classy,” I smarmed, grabbing the lube and coating myself. God. I was horny, my dick well and truly ready for action as a moan slipped from my mouth. I mean! He was in my bed with hands on his arse, holding himself open.
“You want me on all fours or like this?”
“Like this. Knees all the way up.”
I liked this position. Liked how I had control. I could touch him everywhere, and I did. Smoothed my hands over his thighs. His back. His hips. Leaned down so I could kiss his elbow.
I pushed my dick against his opening.
He moaned, and I whined, grabbing my dick so I wouldn’t accidentally come.
I almost had. Because this right here?
“Do it,” he whispered. “I need to feel you.”
“OK,” I whispered back. This whispering was insane, but in a way, I was grateful for the calm. My head functioned better when we were quiet.
I pushed, gently moving my body and holding onto his hips. A sound came out of his mouth, not quite a word, followed by puffs of air as the tip of my dick slowly, slowly edged inside of him. Just the tip.
I had to pant too because it was…
So bloody special.
I’d remember this for the rest of my life. The sounds he was making, his ragged breaths.