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Anthony gingerly did as he was told. Chris positioned himself behind him, then put his palms on Anthony’s waist before pushing himself sharply inside.
“Fuck!”
“Relax.” Chris wrapped his arms around Anthony’s midsection and held him tight. The pumping resumed, feeling different because of the new angle.
“You love how I’m fucking you?”
I don’t know.“Yes?”
“Say it like you mean it.”
“I—I love you in my ass.”
“Go on. You promised to try.”
Anthony cleared his throat. “I love the way… the way you’re fucking me. Fucking my pussy.”
Chris licked the back of his neck, sending shivers across Anthony’s back. “I knew you’d like it.”
The speed of thrusting kept growing, feeling like Chris was punching Anthony from the inside. It was hard to keep standing, but then Chris abruptly stopped and said, “Go lie on the bed and hold your knees up.”
As Chris slipped out of him, Anthony thought of how only minutes ago he wished for the sex to be like that—face to face, yet now he was no longer sure he wanted that. What was happening between them was plain sex; no beauty or tenderness. Yet it wasn’t fair of him to project his desires onto Chris, who’d never promised to give Anthony the intimacy he was craving.
Despite the disappointing realization, Anthony found himself making his way to the bed. He lay down on his back, then grabbed the back of his knees and lifted his legs, exposing himself while being aware of the twitching of his sore asshole.
Chris came closer and stood above him, looking like a wet dream with his smooth body slick with sweat.
“Your pussy’s so red,” Chris said and shoved a finger inside, causing Anthony to grimace. “So hot and wet. God, it feels amazing. Feel it.” He grabbed Anthony’s hand and guided it between his legs. “Push a finger in.”
Anthony gingerly slipped a finger inside, shocked by the lack of resistance. Like his muscles had turned into Jell-O. Chris was right; it felt alarmingly warm inside, and slippery. He wondered how much of Chris’s precum he was currently feeling.
Without saying a word, Chris slid his finger back inside, and now they were both poking into Anthony like they were looking for spare change. It was twisted and strange to feel both his own rectum and another man’s finger at the same time. Every twist of Chris’s finger sent a jolt of electricity through Anthony, making him shudder all over.
“You feel how amazing you are?” Chris asked and wiped the sweat from his brow with his other hand.
“I… I don’t feel amazing.”
Chris frowned. “How do you feel?”
That was one loaded question, and it didn’t feel right discussing that with his legs spread like a turkey who was waiting to be stuffed. “Doesn’t matter.”
Chris nodded, looking somewhat relieved from dodging that conversation. He pulled his finger out and Anthony did the same.
“Do you prefer me to go slow and deep or fast?” Chris asked.
Anthony cleared his throat, feeling a bit hesitant to discuss his preferences after they had been ignored so far. “I think I like it slower.”
“And deeper.”
“Yeah.”
Chris gave a cocky smile. “You like it deep. Told you I was going to poke your stomach.” He moved closer and looked down. “I need a bit of help getting it up again. Lend me your mouth?”
“Can I lower my legs?”Why am I asking for permission? Those are my goddamn legs.
“Sure,” Chris said and climbed on the bed. Perching on his knees, he made his way next to Anthony’s head. The smell of his crotch was stronger than it had been before, which made sense considering how much they had been sweating.
Anthony lowered his legs and opened his mouth to take Chris in, then stopped himself when he remembered where that cock had just been. He sharply turned his head aside. “Mind washing it before I put it in my mouth?”
