“Are you sure about this?” I ask.
“Fuck, yes,” he says, lowering his body to meet my hand, using his hips to move against me.
He settles over me and nods, letting me know it’s okay to slide my finger into him, and as I do, he kisses me, gripping my hair. I work him for a bit, until he feels more relaxed.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
“Mm-hmm.”
I grab my lubed-up cock and guide him as he lowers himself.
“Take it slow; gravity is going to make this feel intense.”
He moans as I breach him and takes a moment to adjust.
“Stephen,” he gasps.
“Breathe, baby, there’s no rush.”
He leans his forehead against mine and takes a few slow breaths. “Does this feel okay for you?”
“Donovan, it feels fucking incredible.”
“Okay, good,” he chuckles. “Do I move?”
“If you want, and only when you’re ready.”
He cries out as he lifts slightly, before lowering back down, sinking even deeper onto my cock.
“That’s it, baby, use me to feel good,” I say, as he lifts himself again before lowering.
“Like that?”
“Just like that, it feels so fucking good, it’s perfect.”
I kiss him as he continues to move, fucking himself on my cock. It’s slow and tentative, but with the way he grips me it doesn’t matter.
He shifts his hips slightly and as he lowers he cries out, “Holy shit! It’s that spot again.”
“Your prostate?”
“Mm-hmm,” he whimpers, “fuck.”
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
He moves again, staying in that same position, moaning with every pass. Seeing him take control of his pleasure is hot, the way his head is falling back from how good it feels, the way he’s listening to his body and giving himself what he needs.
“You look so fucking sexy,” I growl, licking a line up his throat to his jaw, before nipping him there. “I love seeing you take my cock like this.”
“It feels…” he groans, “oh fuck, Stephen, it feels…”
“You gonna come on my cock, baby?”
“No,” he shakes his head, “I can’t…”
“You can, you’re okay, but if you want me to take over I will.”
“Yes,” he lifts his face to look at me. “It’s too much, I can’t, please make us come.”
