“I’ve never really enjoyed sex before.”
“Then why—”
“Because everything with you tonight has been fucking amazing.”
Only silence and soft breaths echoed in the darkness surrounding them.
Zach continued. “I thought… I was hoping—”
Cael crushed his lips to Zach’s, cutting him off, and pulled his body flush against him. A sudden gasp escaped Zach as Cael’s tongue invaded his mouth, licking, exploring, devouring. Cael broke their kiss and rolled Zach onto his back, letting his weight settle over Zach. He captured Zach in another deep, heated kiss.
Zach ached for more. He wanted this man, and the thought of being filled by him lit a fire deep inside his core unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Zach spread his legs a little wider, and Cael sank down into the space between his thighs. Cael rocked his pelvis and his cock rubbed against Zach’s the way it had earlier on the couch, and Zach moaned, desperate to know how it would feel buried inside him.
“Cael, please…”
Cael tore his lips away from Zach’s. “Be right back.”
Zach could only make out Cael’s shadow as he crawled to the edge of the bed and opened a drawer, rummaged around, then closed it and returned to hovering over Zach. He leaned down, and Zach felt Cael’s warm breath in his ear.
“If you change your mind, promise me you’ll tell me.”
Zach nodded. “I will.”
“Roll over and get on your elbows and knees,” Cael commanded as he sat back.
Zach hurried to get into position. Grabbing a pillow as he rolled, Zach squeezed his arms around it and tucked it against his chest, making sure to rest on his elbows and knees as instructed. The exposed position left him open and vulnerable and, for a brief moment, uncertainty clouded his mind.
“I’m going to get you ready first,” Cael whispered, rubbing his open hand over Zach’s buttock, slowly moving his fingers into his crack.
“Okay.”
Cael pulled his hand away from his skin. A moment later, cool, wet fingers returned, lightly skimming the sensitive area between Zach’s cheeks. Cael found Zach’s puckered ring and circled a slippery fingertip around it, then pressed in ever so slightly.
Zach gasped, his muscles clenching against his will.
“Try to relax,” Cael said, his voice soft and reassuring as he gently caressed Zach’s back at the base of his spine. His hand slid across to Zach’s hip then over his buttock. Cael eased his finger in a little more until it could go no farther. Slowly, Cael pulled out and pushed in again, repeating the process with deliberate strokes.
Zach’s tension eased as the foreign sensations went from intrusive and weird to enjoyable.
“God, you’re so amazing, and so beautiful,” Cael whispered.
Zach snorted quietly. “You can’t even see me.”
“I always see you.”
Zach’s breath caught in his throat.
Cael pulled his finger out, and, before Zach could protest because he really didn’t want him to stop, Cael eased two fingers into him. Zach flinched at the added pressure, willing himself to relax.
“You still okay, Pook?”
“Yeah,” Zach breathed.
Zach lost track of time as Cael massaged his tunnel. Cael cupped Zach’s balls with his other hand, drawing another gasp from Zach. With three fingers buried inside Zach’s now slick and stretched entrance, Cael reached for Zach’s cock and stroked him as he pumped his fingers in and out.
Gasps turned to moans and whimpers until, out of nowhere, Cael turned and curved his fingers, brushing over some deeply sensitive spot while still jerking his cock. A sudden burst of pleasure shot through Zach, forcing a garbled scream from him.
“Like that, huh?” Cael teased, his fingertips grazing that bundle of nerves again.
