“I hope enough to satisfy,” Conan replied, then he shoved at Lam’s shoulder, and Lam fell backwards on the bed.
Standing above him, Conan was an intimidating presence, even nude. The wrapped shoulder only added to the picture he made–strong, rough, but still confident in what he was bringing to Lam’s bed.
He bent and climbed onto the bed and on top of Lam.
“When you were in the shower, all I could think about was getting my fingers inside you, feeling my come there,” Conan said, “But it looked like you gave yourself a thorough washing.”
He was propped up above Lam on two knees and one arm, the bandaged hand feather-light touching Lam’s face, lifting some of his damp hair off his forehead.
“Maybe you should check,” Lam said brazenly. He went to widen his legs, but bumped his knee into Conan’s thigh.
“Maybe I will.”
Then Conan was back on just his knees, lifting one and then the other so that Lam could spread his thighs. He reached for the lubricant on the bed beside them.
Conan didn’t rush, like Lam expected him to. He was slow to click the bottle open, slow to drizzle some onto his fingers. Lam’s heart had been pounding since the bathroom, and it wasn’t slowing. He bit his lip watching the clear fluid drip down Conan’s big, thick fingers.
The man knew exactly what he was doing, and smirked when he caught Lam’s eye again. “I’m sure you can find a safe word somewhere around here if anything’s not to your liking,” Conan said, eyes shifting to the knife.
The acknowledgement made Lam burn.
“I’m sure I can,” Lam said. The anticipation was intoxicating.
Then finally Conan’s wet fingers were moving down between them. Lam wasn’t even sure he was breathing the way his body tensed in desire.
“How should I do this with my shoulder…?” Conan mused to himself. He’d put the lubricant on his hand with the shoulder injury, which Lam thought was interesting. But a moment later Conan grabbed Lam’s leg and lifted it with his good arm, bending him and throwing his leg over Conan’s shoulder.
And Lam understood.
He let out a sound of surprise to be moved so easily. It was something Lam rarely experienced. There’d been a few rough encounters in restrooms over the years, and a few more where he’d prearranged sex. Sometimes he was manhandled there, but it wasn’t like this. None of those men had known him. Lam had been wearing a mask, pretending to be someone he wasn’t. Someone softer, less ready with a knife in hand.
But Conan had seen the real him. He was wearing one of Lam’s wounds, had taken it and not stopped as he’d fucked into Lam.
He almost shivered just thinking about it again. It was intoxicating how he hadn’t stopped, had just let Lam cut him–
Cold fingers touched his rim, and Lam gasped. He was sore from earlier because Conan hadn’t been gentle, and he relished the thought of the pain another bout would bring him.
“Ready?” Conan asked, but it was clear he wasn’t going to stop now that they were here, now that he had Lam underneath him.
The tip of one finger started to push in, and Lam answered with a moan. It fell out of his mouth and he arched, half bent like he was, wanting more. The finger pushed deeper and deeperinside him, andfuckwas he thick. It was just one finger, and yet–
Lam hissed when Conan slid in as deep as he could, and started to pull back.
“You take me so easily,” Conan said as one finger came out and he pushed back in with two. There was a hot burn to it, the soreness and the overstimulation. Lam groaned, loving it.
“I like them big,” Lam said when he was able to suck in enough breath to put words together.
Conan chuckled. “I could guess that about you. You like to dish it, but you also like to take it, don’t you?”
He didn’t know exactly what Conan was referring to, but it didn’t matter because it was true.
“Yes,” he hissed when those fingers pushed back inside him, curling and hitting the bundle of nerves. It was tender too, had taken a beating earlier, and Lam couldn’t wait to have Conan back inside him. This time, it wouldn’t be all under his own steam.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Conan said as he started to move his fingers in and out in a gentle rhythm. “Being able to enjoy yourself. I can’t imagine you get much opportunity in your extracurriculars. Always having to be on guard.”
The next push of his fingers came with a steeper bend to his thigh, and Lam made a whining, needy sound. He wasn’t particularly flexible, this was straining the muscles of his legs, but even that was working for him. Lam was painfully hard, his cock dripping where it sat against his belly. Still, he didn’t tell Conan to hurry up. He was enjoying letting this unfold, not knowing how the evening was going to end.
“I like calling the shots,” Lam said between gasps of air.
