Okay. Remove the plug. Insert my cock. Thrust until he reaches orgasm. I have experience now. Albeit limited. I can do this, and holy hells do I know it is going to feel incredible. It is just a shame to be so functional about it.
“Actually, how does missionary sound?”
Oh crap. I can’t believe I just blurted that out. I have no right to ask anything of Pink. This is the position he chose, I should respect it.
“Sure,” says Pink easily, and he moves nimbly onto his back.
His beautiful eyes meet mine. I search them for any signs of discomfort or reluctance, but he seems calm. His magic is swirling, but this position isn’t making him feel shy.
“Are you sure this is alright?” I ask.
He blinks slowly. Then he shrugs. “One position is much like another.”
The look in his eyes is so despondent. The tone of his voice is so weary and resigned. Ice stabs my gut. I’m lanced by cold, bitter dismay and horror. The emotional wounds this wonderful boy bears.
Pink bites his bottom lip. “Are you sure you want to be this intimate with me?”
My heart beats against my ribcage in further outrage at Pink’s doubts, before my mind has processed the words. Oh my poor sweet boy.
“Yes, I am very sure. It will be my greatest honor,” I say.
I watch as a whole storm of emotions flow over Pink’s beautiful face, before settling on disbelief. Then he looks at me as if I am crazy. That is fine by me. I’m used to people thinking that of me. If it is what Pink needs to believe, then so be it. I can tell him how wonderful he is a hundred times a day, in a thousand different ways, and he can dismiss them all. But some of them will reach his soul and stick. At some point, he will believe it.
Suddenly, Pink’s eyes go hazy and unfocused. His magic pushes against the prison of his body. Tendrils of it tingle along my skin, hot and insistent.
He really needs to be emptied. Right now. Thoughts about building up his self-esteem are going to have to wait.
His legs are already spread, so I shuffle forward. My hand reaches for his plug. Pink’s eyes clear and his focus seems to resume. His gaze locks on my shirt.
“Would you mind taking that off?” he asks.
My hands have never moved so fast. They have flown to my top button and now they are swiftly working their way down. I reach the bottom and peel my undone shirt off as quickly as I can.
Pink’s pretty brown eyes light up. It is enough to make me want to puff up my chest in pride. But we really must get on with things.
My fingers lightly take a hold of the end of the butt plug. I watch Pink’s face closely as I withdraw the plug as carefully as I can. He seems utterly transfixed by my chest and not at all bothered by what I am doing. That is a relief.
I dump the plug on the covers, out of the way. Pink’s gaze lowers to my cock. Color floods his cheeks and his eyes widen. I think he was going to ask if I needed a hand, but as he can see for himself, that isn’t at all necessary.
I take a deep breath and wrap my fingers around my hard cock. I line it up to Pink’s hole. Pink shudders, but I am pretty certain it is in anticipation.
“I…um.” I cough, and try again. “Would appreciate some direction.” I swallow. “I really would like to try to make it as good for you as possible.”
Pink’s eyes grow enormous. He licks his bottom lip with the tip of his very pink tongue.
“Okay. Just slide in slowly. Ease in gently.”
That, I can do. I clench my jaw and concentrate on doing as he asked. His oiled and loosened body opens up for me. It lets me in. It welcomes me into the hot, tight heat of him.
Pink’s eyes flutter closed. His head tilts back a little. I’m not sure he is breathing.
I sink all the way into him. Balls deep. We are joined. Our groins are flush.
Pink sucks in a breath. I can feel him relaxing more around me. Adjusting to my cock.
“And now?” I ask breathlessly.
“Pull out a little,” he pants.
