Soren groaned at the warm suction of Tobias’s mouth closing around him, his hands automatically moving to the doc’s temples and tunneling through his hair as white lightning raced through him at the stroke of Tobias’s tongue along his shaft. The guy might not have a crazy amount of experience, but, fuck, he seemed to know what he was doing and learned quickly. The enthusiastic noises rumbling from his chest turned Soren on even more.
Toby squeezed the base of Soren’s cock, wringing another moan from him as he settled back on his heels. “I do want it,” he murmured, pressing sucking kisses up the side of Soren’s shaft until his eyes damn near rolled back in his head. “Withyou.” Toby squeezed him again and took just the tip into his mouth, sucking hungrily, before letting it slip free and lifting a heated gaze to meet Soren’s.
“Fuck,” Soren whispered. He couldn’t handle that look, the kind that was pleading desire and primal hunger all at once.
Reaching down, he hooked his arms beneath Toby’s shoulders and guided him back onto the edge of the bed, then knelt between his legs, unbuttoning, unzipping, and yanking down Toby’s trousers in one impatient swoop.
They wrestled to free his ankles, then Soren pushed his knees wider before wrapping a hand around Toby’s cock. The warm skin pulsed in his hand, and Toby exhaled a soft sigh, hips jutting into the friction of Soren’s slide.
Soren bent over, tasting the precum from Toby’s slit and laving his tongue over the tip until he whimpered. “All right, you win,” Soren admitted. “How do you want it? Bottom or top?”
“You don’t care?”
“Whatever you want.” Soren craved Toby in any way. “Whatever you feel most comfortable with.”
“Can we do both?”
Soren barked out a laugh and squeezed Toby’s shaft, eliciting another groan. “Yeah, if we can both last.”
Toby exhaled a shaky breath. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“You sure?” Soren could see the truth in the doc’s eyes, but he wanted to hear it from his lips.
When Toby whispered, “Yes,” Soren gently pushed on his chest until he dropped back on his elbows, and then ran the backs of his knuckles over the thin skin of Toby’s balls. “I’m gonna do my best to make this feel really fucking good for you, but it’s gonna take more than the tip of my finger to get you ready this time. Think you can relax for me?”
Goosebumps erupted over the tops of Toby’s thighs as he nodded and let Soren push him back on the bed a little farther. He didn’t resist when Soren guided his feet onto the edge of the mattress.
Soren squeezed Toby’s ass and swept his thumbs in a soothing arc just beyond the rim of his hole before he bent forward and kissed the tight flesh. Toby gave a predictable jolt and Soren squeezed his ass again, feeling when Toby started to relax. He took his time, licking Toby’s hole, his taint, his balls, moving up to his shaft and tip, then back down again until the doc was writhing and clutching the sheets, his breaths coming in needy puffs of air commingled with broken speech.
The second Soren worked a finger in past the first knuckle, Toby tried to come off the bed.
Soren pushed him back down. “Fuck, you’re tight, Doc. I can’t wait to get in this ass, but you’re gonna have to be a little more patient. You’re locked up like Ft. Knox down here. It’s sexy as hell, don’t worry,” Soren tacked on when Toby started to protest.
Honestly, he could’ve stayed right where he was all day, dismantling Tobias touch by touch. He couldn’t get enough of Toby’s responses, how he was trying to play it cool and failing, how his body kept giving him away. Toby cursed as Soren pushed a second finger inside him.
“There you go, just relax for me.”
17
Tobias
Relax. Yeah, sure. No big deal. Tobias had only been starching his shirts since kindergarten. He could totally do this. He hadn’t lied when he said he wanted Soren inside him. He did. More than he’d ever admit to anybody. Even himself. He just didn’t know what to do with this…ache inside him. Not his body, but his chest. He wanted this, wanted Soren, but he didn’t know how to do this and he knew how to do everything. Not just how to do it but how to excel at it. But this... This was so much more than he’d ever expected, and he was at a loss as to what to do with that knowledge.
The feeling of Soren’s fingers didn’t hurt exactly. There was a slight burn that became a dull ache until Tobias remembered Soren was literally inside him. Then his body tensed and the burning returned and something in him died a little.
He stared at the ceiling, hyperaware of Soren’s breath on his balls, the gentle soothing stroke of his thumb along his inner thigh, and the deft caress of his fingers within. Why was this so hard? Tobias anticipated everything. He was always playing chess when the rest of the world played checkers. But he hadn’t anticipated this. The weight of Soren’s touch, the sensation that surged within him every time he acknowledged that Soren was inside his body, invading him, literally forcing Tobias to make room for him.
That thought should have disturbed him. It was a weird thing to do with another person, so weird that they only did it because a chemical in their brains told them they enjoyed it. Tobias had sworn he would never be a slave to his impulses. No drugs. No sex. Limited alcohol. He enjoyed orgasms, but those were achieved with much more efficiency and much less drama by just staying at home and masturbating. A lotion bottle didn’t want to snuggle after sex or talk about their childhoods. It hadn’t been ideal, but it had been enough. Simple.
This didn’t feel simple. This felt heavy. This felt like…trust. Trust was something Tobias had never thought he was capable of. But he did trust Soren, not just with his body but with his entire being. He didn’t need to lie to Soren. He trusted him not to hurt him physically. He trusted that he’d take as much care with the act as he was with the preparation, but he didn’t know how to get out of his head. Every time he started to relax, a voice reminded him how vulnerable he was, how bared he was to Soren, and his body reacted accordingly, doing its best to shut Soren out. No matter how unintentional it was.
The mattress shifted, and then Soren slipped free of his body. Tobias’s stomach dropped. Had he fucked this up already? Soren’s face suddenly loomed over him, his body half covering Tobias. “Hey, Doc. You okay? We don’t have to do this, you know?”
Tobias forced his eyes to Soren’s, skin on fire. “It’s not that I don’t want to do it. I do want to. I just don’t know how to stop thinking that part of you is inside part of me.”
Soren’s thumb stroked over Tobias’s bottom lip. “Why would you want to stop thinking about that?” Soren’s voice was low, sandpaper rough, and so fucking sexy it hurt. He propped his chin on his knuckles, looking down at Tobias as the pads of his fingers played at his entrance, stroking, teasing, massaging, but nothing more until Tobias huffed out a frustrated breath through his nose. “What’s wrong, Doc?” Tobias gasped as Soren’s two fingers slid home without warning. “This what you wanted?” It was, but Tobias couldn’t speak. It didn’t matter, Soren wasn’t done talking. “Truth is, I love thinking about being inside you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it from the second I saw you all buttoned up in that coffee shop. And you feel way better than I could have hoped. You’re so fucking hot inside. So tight. Think about that. Think about how much I want my dick inside you right now. How I’m barely hanging on just opening you up.”
Tobias’s body flushed hot with Soren’s words, but before he could think of something to say, Soren’s lips were on his, his tongue teasing past the seam of his lips. Tobias let his eyelids fall shut, focusing on feeling, not thinking. Soren’s tongue was soft, probing, but his fingers twisted deeper with each slow, methodical thrust in a way that made Tobias dizzy. Each time Soren’s knuckle dragged over Tobias’s prostate, electricity shot along his spine, causing him to gasp into Soren’s mouth.
