Lamar patted his hip. “You’ll have to let me up, then.”
When Aeren slid off to kneel beside him, Lamar rifled through the nightstand drawer, coming up with a condom and a bottle of lube.
“We don’t need that,” Aeren argued breathlessly when they landed on the bed beside him.
“We don’t need lube?” Lamar chuckled. “You know, it’s one thing to be proud of your skills, but trying to take my cock dry is just masochistic.”
Aeren gave a small laugh. “I meant the condom. I want to feel you. All of you.”
Lamar’s heart stuttered. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, love. When was the last time you were tested?”
“Tested?”
“For STD’s?”
Silence.
“Diseases you get from sex? HIV, Herpes, stuff like that?”
“Oh. Never.” Before Lamar could respond, he said, “I’ve never done this before.”
“Done what?” More silence. “You don’t mean…you’ve never had sex before?”
“No.” Far from seeming upset by the direction the conversation had gone, Aeren crawled back over him, leaning down to kiss Lamar’s lips. “Never.”
“Maybe we should slow down,” Lamar suggested, resting his hands on Aeren’s hips.
“We should?”
“Yes…mmph!” Lamar’s words were cut off by Aeren’s soft lips pressing against his. Lamar returned the kiss, one hand creeping up to cradle Aeren’s face as his tongue slipped into the warmth of Aeren’s mouth.
“So good,” Aeren whispered, melting into the kiss. “You taste so good.” He pressed an open mouth kiss to the base of Lamar’s throat. “Is this okay?”
“It shouldn’t be,” Lamar sighed and laced his fingers together behind his head, allowing Aeren to explore to his heart’s content. “But it is as long as you only go as far as you’re sure that you want to. Promise?”
“Mm-hmm,” Aeren mumbled, his tongue tracing a ticklish path down Lamar’s abs. He shifted back, his hand sliding along Lamar’s thigh to palm the bulge in his pajama pants.
Aeren squeezed him gently, making Lamar moan. “Oh, God.”
Aeren froze. “Was that too hard?”
“Fuck, no.” Lamar’s hips bucked up in protest. “It’s hard not breakable, baby. You can do that all you want.”
“Really?” Even though the room was dark, Lamar could hear the shy smile in his voice. “You like me touching you?” He punctuated the question with another squeeze, this more confident, and gave an answering groan when Lamar thrust up into his grip. “Oh, God!” His hips began to move in time with his hands as he gave a frustrated whine. “I need..”
“What, baby?” Lamar’s voice was low and thick with arousal. “What do you need?”
Aeren fell forward, blindly kissing as much of Lamar’s chest as he could reach as he ground their erections together through the thin flannel of Lamar’s cotton pants. “Need you to touch me.”
“Yeah?” Lamar whispered in his ear. “Where do you want me to touch you, baby?” Pulling his hand out from behind his head, Lamar brought one hand down to cup Aeren’s butt. “Such a sweet ass. You want me to touch you here?” He squeezed one cheek before dragging his finger back between his cheeks, tickling his pucker again.
“Yes!” Aeren stiffened and reached back to grab Lamar’s wrist, trying to grind his fingers closer. “Oh, God! Anywhere. Please!”
Flipping them over, Lamar rose up on his arms and stared down into Aeren’s face. In the faint glow cast by his alarm clock, he could see the rosy flush in Aeren’s cheeks. He could hear the man’s ragged panting breaths and feel his hard dick leaking against Lamar’s own, slicking both their skin.
“Anywhere?” he repeated slyly, a feral grin splitting his lips when Aeren nodded desperately. He slid his hands down to caress the soft skin of Aeren’s defined glutes before gripping his thighs and pressing Aeren’s knees to his chest. “Hold these for me, baby.”
Lamar’s mouth landed on Aeren’s taint, sucking lightly before slipping between his cheeks and gliding over his entrance, dragging a desperate whimper from Aeren’s lips.
