Adam had known. Somehow, he’d known.
“You—” Paul started, then stopped, words deserting him. His throat felt dry.
Adam withdrew his finger, his head tilted to one side. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” His voice was low, a hum that seemed to vibrate through the air.
Paul’s chest tightened, adrenaline spiking through him. His hand found Adam’s, their fingers threading together instinctively.
“How did you know?”
Adam chuckled. “I told you. I pay attention.” He smiled. “I mentioned once that I liked being fisted, and you brought it up two, maybe three times in as many weeks. Not exactly subtle.” Then he grinned. “And if youreallydon’t want me to know what porn sites you’re checking out, then might I recommend earplugs next time?”
“This feels huge,” Paul murmured, his voice uneven.
Adam squeezed his hand, grounding him. “It is,” he agreed softly. “But I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want it too.”
The air between them thrummed, heavy with anticipation. Paul’s nerves coiled tighter, but so did his excitement, rising sharp and heady. This was it, the moment that had loomed so large in his imagination.
He’d never dared to believe it could become real, but here they were.
Adam shifted closer, pressing their foreheads together. “We’ll take it slow,” he promised. “We’ll make it ours.”
Paul nodded, swallowing hard, unable to stop the grin tugging at his mouth. His heart was a drum, loud enough he was sure Adam could feel it.
Yes, this was huge, but it felt right.
“So how have you prepped for this?” he asked. Adam lowered the sheet, drew his knees toward his chest, and Paul laughed. “Oh my God, that’s the biggest dildo we have.” The base covered Adam’s hole, and while he couldn’t see any of its length, he recognised the colour. It was the dildo that sat on the bookcase in their bedroom, the one Paul made jokes about because he could never imagine taking that much into him.
Adam grinned. “Are we talking dino-sized? Because dinosaurs seem to creep into all our conversations in one way or another.”
“How long have you had this in there?”
“All through dinner.”
That explained Adam’s constant shifting on his chair.
Then Adam straightened his shoulders. “Okay, serious stuff. Go to the bathroom and make sure all your fingernails are as short as they can be. I don’t have any gloves for this, but I’ve taken bare fists before now.”
“You’re going to talk me through it?” Paul’s heart was still thumping. “You know, coach me?”
Adam chuckled. “Frankly, there’s not much to coach. ‘Go forward,’ ‘Stop, okay, let me relax,’ that kinda thing.” He pointed to the door. “Bathroom, now.”
Paul hurried out of the room, his pulse racing.
Still can’t believe we’re going to do this.
Five minutes later, he was kneeling on the bed, Adam facing the headboard, and that glorious arse before him, cheeks pulled apart. The first taste of lube made him smile.
“You used the edible lube.”
Adam’s laugh came out a little breathless. “Of course. You know how much I love your tongue in my hole.” He groaned as Paul tongue-fucked him. “Aw, fuck, yeah, just like that.”
By the time Adam’s body was dancing on his tongue, Paul was ready to go for it.
He spread a towel on the bed, and Adam lay on his back, his arms hooked under his knees. Paul crawled up his body and kissed him, heart pounding, his breathing ragged.
“You’ll be great,” Adam assured him. “We’ll take it slow.”
Paul shivered. “You have a lot of faith in me.”
