I take a deep breath. “Excited. Scared. Like I might combust if you don’t touch me soon.”
He laughs, the sound warm and rich. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”
Caspian’s hands are sure and steady as he opens the condom, rolling it on with practiced ease. He uncaps the lube next, warming it between his fingers.
“Ready?” he asks, his eyes locked on mine.
I nod, spreading my legs more. “Ready.”
The first touch of his slick fingers makes me gasp. It’s cold, but Caspian’s gentle movements soon have me melting into his touch.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, working me open with careful precision. “You’re doing so well, Nate.”
I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation. As Caspian continues, adding another finger, pleasure starts to build, warm and insistent.
“Oh,” I breathe, my hips moving of their own accord.
Caspian’s free hand strokes my thigh. “Feel good?”
“Yeah,” I manage, opening my eyes to meet his gaze. The love and desire I see there take my breath away. “Caspian, I—I need you.”
He nods, understanding. “I’ve got you,” he says again, positioning himself between my legs.
As he pushes in, the world narrows to just us—the slide of skin on skin, the catch of breath, the way Caspian’s eyes never leave mine. It’s intense and intimate and overwhelmingly right.
“You okay?” Caspian asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
I nod, adjusting to the feeling of fullness. “Yeah. Move, please.”
He does, starting slow and building a steady rhythm. Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure through me, and I find myself meeting him halfway, our bodies moving in perfect sync.
A moan escapes me as Caspian hits a particularly sensitive spot. “Oh god, right there,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
Caspian’s eyes light up, a mix of mischief and determination. “Here?” he asks, angling his hips to hit the same spot again.
“Yes!” I cry out, arching my back. The pleasure is building, a delicious tension coiling in my core.
Caspian leans down, pressing his forehead against mine. Our breaths mingle, hot and heavy. “You feel amazing, Nate,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “So perfect.”
I want to respond, to tell him how incredible he feels too, but words fail me. Instead, I pull him down for a kiss, pouring everything I can’t say into it. He responds eagerly, his tongue tangling with mine as he maintains his steady rhythm.
We break apart, panting. Caspian’s hand finds mine, intertwining our fingers. It’s such a small gesture, but it nearly undoes me. The trust, the intimacy—it’s almost too much.
“Caspian,” I whimper, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion.
He squeezes my hand. “I know, baby. I’ve got you. Let go.”
The tension that’s built within me snaps, and I’m swept away in a wave of intense pleasure. “Caspian!” I cry out, clinging to him as my body shudders with release. The ecstasy is all-consuming, radiating from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes.
Caspian’s rhythm falters, his movements becoming erratic. “Nate,” he gasps, his dark eyes locked on mine. “I’m… I’m…”
“Yes,” I urge him, cupping his face. “Come for me, Cas.”
With a low, guttural moan, Caspian reaches his own climax. Watching him lost in pleasure, knowing I’m the cause of it, sends another spark of arousal through me. We cling to each other, riding out the waves of our shared bliss.
As the intensity fades, Caspian collapses on top of me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I wrap my arms around him, savoring the weight of his body on mine. For a moment, we just lie there, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow.
“That was…” I start, searching for the right word.
