“No you won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know you. I know all the signs of when you’re going to come. So I know when to pleasure you, and when to pause to let your body come down a notch or two. Can you take it? We can stop here, if you want.”
Callum knew there wasn’t any pressure, but he wanted Dylan so badly it ached. “I can take it.”
He groaned loudly when Dylan added a third finger. He could feel the stretch of his muscles around them. When it hurt a little, Dylan stopped immediately, waiting until he was calm and relaxed before going further. Soon he was pumping his fingers back and forth again, still slowly, still gently, but a little deeper than before. It was the nicest, sexiest thing that anyone had ever done to Callum. He could almost believe he was dreaming, it felt so good.
Unlike in his dreams, where the physical pleasure was all encompassing, he was also overwhelmed by love and gratitude. It was a beautiful experience because of Dylan, who was patient, and kind, and caring. He realised he was sniffling and quickly swiped at his eyes in an effort to stop crying.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. There’s nothing wrong with being emotional.” Dylan slipped his fingers out and caressed Callum’s back. “I’m here. Let it out.”
Callum clutched Dylan’s hand. “Iwant you so badly.” He laughed and cried at the same time. “I know that sounds nuts when I’m crying like a baby.”
“It doesn’t. I get it. You let me know when you’re ready.”
“I am, Dylan. I am.”
“Stay there.”
Callum didn’t move, he just listened to the rustle of foil and guessed that Dylan was putting a condom on. Even more lube was dribbled over his arse and then he heard the tell-tale smacking sound of Dylan stroking his own cock with a lube covered hand.
“Spread your legs.”
Callum did so, although it was an effort to move his legs; they were so relaxed they felt like lead.
Dylan leaned over him and kissed his lips. “I’m going to take good care of you, baby.”
“I know.”
He felt the brush of Dylan’s cock against his arse and then a slight pushing sensation.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Dylan said. “Use your hands and rock back. Take me atyourpace.”
Callum pushed the palms of his hands down on the mattress and moved back slowly. He paused when he felt a short burst of pain, panting a little.
Dylan stroked his back. “It’s okay. Take your time. We can pause whenever you want to. Or stop.”
After a rest, Callum tried again. It was easier the second time. He was more mentally prepared for what it would feel like. Millimetre by millimetre, he pushed back, taking Dylan’s cock inside him until he felt Dylan’s balls and the tickle of his pubic hair against his arse.
“Are you good?”
Callum nodded.
“When you’re comfortable, rock back and forth. You’re in control.”
Callum nodded again. He held still, getting used to the feel of Dylan inside him. Tears continued to trickle down his cheeks, not from pain, or discomfort, but from the mix of emotions swirling inside him.
“I love you,” he whispered, before he started to rock back and forth.
He kept it shallow and slow at first. Dylan kept stroking his back, whispering encouraging words to him. He felt closer to Dylan with each rock. And although he could no longer speak, he showed his gratitude to the man he loved with grunts and moans as he started to push back and forth harder and faster.
“Oh, baby,” Dylan said. “You feel so good. You like it, don’t you? You like having my cock inside you.”
Callum arched his back and nodded. He turned his face towards the ceiling, moving as fast as he could. The sensation was driving him wild. He could feel Dylan’s piercing through the thin condom, stroking him over and over. His cock rubbed against the bed sheets. He felt his balls draw up.
