Soren dragged his teeth along Tobias’s jaw before biting the shell of his ear. “There you go. That’s it. Feels good, yeah?”
“Yes,” Tobias said, surprised by the breathy rawness in his voice. He tried to infuse some confidence before saying, “I’m ready for more.”
Soren chuckled. “I think, just this once, you might let me be the judge of that. You don’t always have to be the smartest guy in the room.”
“Of course, I do,” Tobias muttered, voice catching on a shuddering breath as Soren somehow pushed even deeper.
“Still think you’re ready for my cock?”
Tobias didn’t respond, just tucked his face against Soren’s throat so he didn’t have to look at him as he started to move on Soren’s fingers, trying to get them back where he wanted them, before realizing it just wasn’t enough to fill the ache within him.
“At least give me another finger,” he grumbled, his voice sulky enough for Soren to laugh. Tobias hated how much he loved that sound. He’d never thought a laugh could be sexy, but Soren’s was.
Soren’s fingers disappeared but then returned with another. Tobias had thought he could take it, but the dull ache became a ring of fire as Soren pushed in. He couldn’t help the hiss of pain that escaped, and, for a minute, he thought Soren would call off the whole thing, but, instead, he just kissed him again. “Fuck, your noises make me crazy, Glasses. You know that?” he panted against his lips.
He didn’t know that. He didn’t know anything. He only knew that his arms were suddenly sliding around Soren’s torso and his hips moved of their own volition, trying to work him deeper with or without his help. It hurt, but it was a good hurt, an ache Tobias was suddenly desperate to become familiar with.
It felt like an hour passed before Soren finally pulled his fingers free and moved to kneel between Tobias’s knees, wiping his hand on the sheet before he reached for the lube and the foil packet he’d left where they could get to it. Tobias couldn’t take his eyes off Soren, could only watch as he rolled the condom over his heavy uncut cock. Trepidation made a home as he admitted to himself that the size was intimidating, but he imagined it couldn’t feel bigger than three fingers. Could it?
Before he could ponder the question, Soren was back, his arm propped beside Tobias’s head and the blunt head of his dick pressed against his hole. Tobias had been wrong. It felt way bigger than three fingers. It felt like he was trying to shove the Empire State Building up there. The burn was intense, so much so that the wordstopalmost tumbled from his lips.
Soren did stop, though, without any input from Tobias. He didn’t pull out, didn’t tell him to relax or think about baseball or England or whatever dumb idioms people told virgins to keep them from panicking over the pain. Instead, he just kissed him, like he wanted it to be good for him, like he cared about Tobias’s feelings, like he cared about Tobias.
God, what an asshole.
But, somewhere, between the first kiss and the last, Tobias’s body gave in and yielded to Soren. His first movements were timid, just small almost tentative thrusts like he was testing him, testing the limitations of what Tobias could handle. He made a noise of impatience when Soren pulled free to add more lube, but when he pushed back in, all thought disappeared, replaced only by a sensation of fullness and the slick slide of Soren’s cock pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in.
The sounds of the motel room became the score to their encounter. Sharp breaths became steady pants and gasping moans that drove out the hum of the air conditioner. The cheap motel bed frame creaked, then thumped, then beat hard against the wall with a steady metronome-like cadence that seemed in direct opposition with the pleasure sparking behind Tobias’s eyelids with every driving thrust.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Soren muttered, pressing the words into his skin.
Tobias wanted to tell him he did, too, wanted him to know that this meant something, that it felt important. But he didn’t know how to say it. No words could express how fucking overwhelmed he felt in that moment.
He didn’t remember wrapping his arms and legs around Soren, clinging to him like he was a life preserver and Tobias was drowning, but he must have because Soren’s whole weight now pressed him into the mattress, his fingers digging into Tobias’s shoulders so he could hold him still as he drove into him, hips pistoning in and out in a way that made Tobias’s blood sing and quiet curses fall from his lips.
Perspiration formed on their bodies and Soren’s thrusts became more of a slide of skin on skin until Tobias had to lock his ankles just to keep him where he needed him, each minute movement causing sparks along his skin and the base of his spine.
A month ago, the idea of somebody else’s sweat dripping onto his skin would have made him shudder, but right then, he reveled in it, couldn’t get enough of it, licked and sucked at whatever flesh he could just to taste the salty tang of Soren on his tongue. Their slick bodies trapped Tobias’s hard and leaking cock between them, providing him with just the right amount of eye-rolling friction and driving him ever closer to his release.
It wasn’t enough, though. He’d never been this close to another human being but, God help him, it didn’t feel like nearly enough. He wanted Soren to crawl inside him, fill him up in every conceivable way. He could feel his orgasm building, even when Soren’s thrusts became tiny pulsing movements that drove Tobias crazy, and had his hands clawing along Soren’s skin for purchase, his toes curling as he came hard, his shout muffled against Soren’s neck, his release spilling between them.
“Did you come, Glasses?” Soren growled against his ear. “That’s so fucking sexy.”
A couple more rough thrusts, and then Soren’s body went rigid. Tobias could feel him throbbing within him as he came and couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like without the latex barrier between them.
Tobias shook the thought away as he unwrapped himself from around Soren, feeling a bit silly having clung so heavily just seconds ago. Still, Soren didn’t move. If Tobias hadn’t felt him breathing hard against him, he might have thought he’d died.
Finally, Soren picked up his head and fixed Tobias with a smile that felt a lot like a hard kick to his diaphragm. “Damn, Glasses. You are just full of surprises,” Soren said, humor in his voice. “But this is the part that sucks.”
“What p—”
Soren pulled free of him before he could finish his question. He hissed at the feeling. When Soren rose to his feet, Tobias felt this inexplicable moment of panic, like Soren was leaving him there in that dirty motel room. But he was just taking care of the condom and the cleanup. Tobias couldn’t do anything more than lie there contemplating the strange hollow feeling in his lower body and the crushing heavy feeling in his chest.
When Soren returned to the bed, he forced Tobias into the little spoon position. He fixed a scowl onto his face but didn’t fight it, didn’t really want to. He liked having Soren’s arms around him. He just liked having Soren.
Fuck.
“You good?”
