He kissed Paul, a lingering embrace. “You know it.”
Paul sat back and opened the tub. The white substance was thick and gloopy on his fingers.
“Smear it through my crack, not just over the hole,” Adam told him. “And use more than you think you’ll need.” He smiled. “You can never have too much lube .”
Paul slid a single finger into Adam’s body, then added another, and another, until all three were almost up to the knuckle.
“That’s one more than I’ve ever got in you before,” he said with a smile.
“Add your little finger, making a kind of beak.”
Adam’s hole was stretched around Paul’s fingers. “You’re so warm in there.”
Adam breathed deeply. “Okay. Spread more lube over your hand, then tuck your thumb in.”
Paul’s heartbeat raced as he slowly pushed all his fingers into Adam’s body. “Almost there,” he whispered. He swallowed. “I love being inside you, but this?”
Heady as fuck.
“Now, gently, push your hand inside, up to the wrist.”
His heart hammering, Paul applied some pressure, and suddenly his hand was buried in warmth. He widened his eyes, unable to hold back his gasp of surprise.
Oh my God. I’m actually doing this.
It felt amazing. Unbelievable.
Paul was hard as a rock.
“Stay there,” Adam managed to get out, fighting the urge to come. “That… that feels perfect.”
God, he wished he could see Paul’s face, witness his emotional reaction. The times Adam had done this with a first-time top had been wondrous. That look of rapture and bewilderment, as though they hadn’t expected the act to arousethem, was glorious to behold.
“Adam,” Paul choked out. “Oh, God, it feels….”
Adam nodded. “Can you feel my heartbeat?”
Paul’s breathing hitched. “Fuck, yeah.” A pause. “Can… can I move now?”
“Start with tiny movements.” Adam told him. A wave of pleasure crashed over him, and he reached down to give his balls a hard tug.
Not yet.
Paul moved, gentle, slow, and then Adam let out a sigh when Paul pressed a hand to his chest, connecting them even more.
“That’s it,” Adam breathed. “Just like that.” He gave another tug on his balls, and then Paul’s knuckles grazed his prostate. “Aw fuck.”
Paul stilled inside him, and Adam hastened to reassure him.
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I’m so close.”
That gentle motion resumed, and Adam did his best to breathe, to relax his body.
“Is that deep enough?”
He managed a smile. “I can take more, but not today. Baby steps, love.” Another nudge of his prostate, and his cock pulsed warmth onto his belly. Adam groaned. “Oh God.”
“That’s so hot,” Paul whispered. “Fuck, the way you look, your body swallowing my hand…”
