“You sure you want this, angel?” Calder asked, playing at his entrance.
“Stop teasing me,” Robby whispered, burying his face in the crook of Calder’s shoulder.
Teasing him? Calder was just doing his best to keep from blowing his load before he even made it inside. He groaned as he pressed his finger into the tight heat of Robby’s body, working his way past the initial resistance. Robby clung to him, his blunt nails digging into Calder’s shoulders, panting against his skin.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yes, it doesn’t hurt.” Calder crooked his finger, feeling for the spongy gland just inside. He knew he found it when Robby gave a long, low moan. “Oh, God.”
Calder smiled against Robby’s cheek. “Yeah? Does that feel good?”
“Do it again,” Robby begged.
Calder did as Robby asked, loving the way he fell apart a little more with each stroke. He rocked himself back on Calder’s finger, chasing his own pleasure. He looked so beautiful with his eyes closed, his head thrown back, his teeth clenching his bottom lip like he was trying to keep from crying out. Calder could look at him forever.
When Calder withdrew his finger, he pressed back in with two, bearing down on Robby’s prostate and massaging it once again. His noises were killing Calder. He wanted to record every whine, whimper, and moan. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. There was no artifice, no fake enthusiasm. Robby was just himself and he wasn’t hiding a thing from Calder. When Robby wanted more, he tried to take it, fucking himself back on Calder’s fingers wantonly.
“I want more. I want you now. I’m ready,” Robby mumbled against Calder’s throat.
“I’ll decide when you’re ready. You’ve never done this before. Just let me take care of you, okay?” Robby gave a petulant whine that made Calder smile. “You can pout all you want, angel. I think it’s sexy.” Robby blushed, ducking his head at Calder’s words. “Think you can take another finger?”
“I could probably take a tractor trailer back there by now,” Robby grumbled.
“That’s the spirit,” Calder said around a laugh.
His amusement died abruptly when Robby hissed in pain as Calder slipped a third finger inside. “Shh, just relax, baby. Just relax and let me inside.”
Robby whimpered, his lips seeking Calder’s as he worked his fingers in slowly, waiting for Robby to adjust to the invasion. He kissed Calder like it could take away his discomfort. Hell, maybe it did somehow. Soon, Robby was once again working himself back on Calder’s three fingers. “Come on. I need more. Please, I’m ready already. Please, Calder. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me. Please.”
Calder’s heart squeezed in his chest at Robby’s cries. He’d had sex with so many people, but he couldn’t remember ever feeling this overwhelmed, not even when he’d lost his own virginity. “Yeah. Yeah, okay, baby. I got you.”
Calder gave Robby another quick kiss before he slipped his fingers free, wiping them on the already messy sheets.
Calder opened the condom and slipped it on, wondering if Robby could see his hands shaking in the dim lighting. Why did this feel like so much more than it was? He applied another heavy coat of lube to his cock, determined to make this as good for Robby as he could.
Once Calder had him back in his arms, he couldn’t help but say, “Last chance to back out, angel.”
Robby gave him a look that almost made Calder laugh.
“Just shut up and fuck me already,” he groaned.
Calder couldn’t help but smile. He hiked Robby’s leg up higher, hooking the boy’s knee over his arm before lining himself up with Robby’s entrance and pressing forward. Robby hissed as Calder breached that first tight ring of muscle. “Just breathe, baby,” Calder whispered.
Robby didn’t answer out loud, just nodded and buried his face against Calder’s chest.
Calder entered him at an almost glacial pace, rocking his way in one inch at a time, holding him close, until he was finally buried within him. They both breathed hard. Calder did his best to try to regain some control but he was submerged in the most perfect heat and even the slightest movement sent jolts of stimulation along his spine until his whole body felt like a live wire.
“You okay, angel?” Calder whispered against his ear.
“I think so, yeah,” Robby said, voice muffled.
“Can you look at me?”
When Robby leaned back to glance up at him, his eyes were wet. “I’m okay. It’s just…a lot.”
Calder kissed him. It was a lot. For him too. He couldn’t recall ever wanting this level of intimacy with anybody he’d taken to bed before. Even this position, face to face, bodies entwined, was never something Calder would have done with anybody else.
“Are you okay?” Robby asked.
