"Hi yourself." He kissed me slowly, thoroughly, like we had all the time in the world. "You sure about this?"
"Completely sure." I reached for my nightstand, fumbling past books to find the bottle of lube and condoms I'd optimistically purchased two days ago.
His eyes darkened. "Jason—"
"Please," I said, already breathless. "I've been thinking about this for days. Want you inside me. Want to be yours."
"You already are mine." But his hands were shaking slightly as he helped me out of my jeans and boxers, as he shed his own remaining clothes. "And I'm yours. Completely."
What followed was slow and thorough despite our earlier desperation. Brent took his time preparing me, his slick fingers working me open while his mouth found every sensitive spot on my body. He kissed my throat, my chest, traced his tongue down my ribs while his fingers pressed deeper, searching.
When he found that spot inside me, my back arched off the bed. "There—god, right there—"
"I've got you." His free hand wrapped around me, stroking slowly, and the dual sensation made stars burst behind my eyelids. "God, you feel incredible. One more?"
"Yes—please—" I was already pushing back against his hand, needing more.
He added a third finger and the stretch burned in the best way. He worked me open carefully, thoroughly, watching my face the entire time like he was memorizing every expression. When I was gasping and writhing and begging, he finally pulled out.
"Ready?" he asked, rolling on the condom with shaking hands.
"So ready. Please, Brent, I need—"
He positioned himself and pushed inside slowly, so slowly, and we both went still, overwhelmed by the intimacy of it. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but he paused to let me adjust, pressing kisses to my face, my jaw, my neck.
"God," he groaned against my skin, his control fraying. "You're so tight. So perfect."
I breathed through the initial stretch, and the burn quickly faded into something else. Fullness. Connection. Right.
"Move," I gasped, rolling my hips. "Brent, please—"
He did, slow and careful at first, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. The drag of him inside me, the pressure, the way he filled me completely—it was overwhelming in the best way.
"Jason," he breathed, his forehead pressed to mine, our glasses clicking together. "You feel—god, you feel incredible. So good. So perfect."
"More," I gasped, my legs wrapping around his hips to pull him deeper. "Please, Brent, I need more—"
He gave me more. His hips snapped forward, finding a rhythm that had us both gasping. His hands gripped my hips, angling me just right, and when he hit that spot inside me I saw stars.
"There," I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Right there—don't stop—"
He didn't stop. He drove into me with perfect precision, one hand wrapping around me, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming—the fullness of him inside me, the friction of his hand, the heat of his body pressed against mine.
"God," he groaned, his rhythm starting to falter. "You feel so good. I'm not going to last—"
"Close," I managed, every nerve ending on fire. "Brent, I'm so close—"
"Me too." His thrusts were getting erratic, harder, deeper. His hand tightened around me, and that was all it took—
He shifted slightly, changing the angle, and thrust deep while his hand tightened around me, and that was it. I came hard, shaking apart in his arms, his name torn from my throat as pleasure rolled through me in waves.
The feeling of me clenching around him pushed him over the edge. He thrust deep one more time and came with my name on his lips, his whole body shuddering against mine.
For a long moment we just lay there, breathing hard, hearts pounding against each other. Sweat cooled on my skin. The Christmas lights from the window cast patterns across the ceiling.
I couldn't form words. Didn't need to. Brent collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest, both of us still breathing hard.
He pulled out carefully, both of us wincing, and rolled to the side. I immediately felt the loss of him, but he pulled me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me like he couldn't stand to not be touching.
