“Not a fucking chance,” he said. Xander let out a breathy laugh and trailed kisses down his neck once more. He flicked one of Wright’s nipples with his tongue before sitting back on his knees.
Xander lined himself up and Wright sucked in a sharp breath at the bite of pressure. Xander continued a string of encouraging words as he pushed himself in slowly. Wright shifted his hips several times, the pressure more than what he imagined it would be. Slowly, though, the pain of something new started to turn to a pleasurable feeling. He kept his hands above his head, fisting the pillow so he didn’t hurt himself digging his nails into his palms.
“Ahh!” Wright closed his eyes and cried out, lifting his hips slightly when Xander pushed the last inch, connecting them as close as they could be.
“Just breathe,” Xander whispered. His hands were massaging up and down the back of his thighs. He moved his legs, holding them up and out by the back of his knees. He was spread open, felt like he was split in half by his cock. It was overwhelming, but he couldn’t think of anything else he wanted at that moment. “Take a second to adjust, but I’m going to move soon. You’re so tight, baby. It’s going to be a quick ride with you hugging me like this.”
Wright nodded. He shifted his hips, giving an experimental pull and bit his lip to keep from being too loud. “No, baby. Letme hear all your noises. It’s just us. Be as loud as you want.” Xander reached up and tugged his lip from between his teeth. Wright tilted his head back with the movement. Xander pulled back to their previous position and pushed back in.
“Fuck, that feels amazing.”
“You’re good?” Xander pulled his hips back slightly and pushed back in. The feeling was indescribable and Wright moved a hand to wrap around his own cock as Xander moved more fluidly.
Wright stared at Xander, not wanting to blink even once and miss any moment of this. Xander did the same. He traced Xander’s body with his eyes, every muscle and line, each flex as he pushed deeper into Wright. The way his lips formed the praises he gave Wright. After a minute, he dropped his legs and bent over, sealing their lips together once again. The angle change had Wright seeing stars.
He moved his hand from his own dick and wrapped his limbs around Xander, holding him close. Xander’s hands snaked below him, curling around his shoulders to hold him in place as he added power and speed to his thrusts. The panting, warm breaths in his ear, the way he could feel the strength in Xander’s body, his body stretching around his large cock.
“Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming!” Wright didn’t have much warning before his own cock was releasing rope after rope of cum, the mess smearing between their bodies while Xander continued to thrust in and out of his body. His orgasm seemed to last forever with Xander rocking into him, hitting his prostate over and over, overstimulating him. But he continued to take it, wanting Xander to finish more than anything.
“Shit, Wright. You feel amazing. Fuck, fuck.” Xander’s words were punctuated with each thrust of his hips. Wright was finally coming down from his high when Xander pulled out of him completely and ripped the condom off. He stroked himself afew times before he tossed his head back and came on Wright’s stomach, mixing their cum together. Xander had a mess on his own stomach and Wright wanted to swipe his fingers through it, to lick him clean.
Xander dropped to his side. The room was hot, Wright could feel the sweat on his hairline and chest. The only sounds in the room were their heavy breathing. Still, Wright went easily when Xander pulled him closer. They laid on their sides, kissing languidly for however long. Wright had no sense of time anymore.
He’d just had sex. Real sex, for the first time. Not only that; he’d given his first blowjob and it hadn’t been humiliating. It was so, so hot. He could feel his cock twitch just at the thought of doing all of that again.
“The joys of being young,” Xander said with a smile. His hand trailed from Wright’s hip to his ass, his finger prodding at his entrance. His eyes fluttered when Xander pressed two fingers into him and he rocked his hips back, wanting him to go deeper. “You’ll have to wait for me to catch up, baby.”
“Mmm.” Wright closed his eyes and let the sensation of his fingers scissoring, finding his prostate, take over once again. He wanted to keep riding that high. It was amazing. “You feel so good, though. I never imagined it would be like that.”
“You enjoyed it, then?” Xander’s fingers disappeared and he rolled over to plant his feet on the floor. Wright followed him. He looked down at his body, realizing just how dirty he was. Drying cum was not a pretty feeling. “God, you look wrecked, gorgeous.”
He winced slightly at the pain in his backside, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. He laid back down and started stroking his dick, watching Xander stand and walk toward the bathroom. There was the sound of running water for a minute. He came back a moment later with a wash cloth. He was still completely naked, his thighs on full display, cock hangingbetween them. Wright felt his whole body heat as he realized he’d had that in his mouth. And his ass. He wanted to get better.
Xander cleaned him off and helped him up to his feet. He was half hard but ignored it to follow Xander into the kitchen. He handed him a bottle of water and made him drink at least half of it. It was a bit strange, both of them standing naked in the kitchen. There weren’t many windows, and all of them were covered so no one could see them.
“Are you okay?” Xander’s voice brought him out of his head. He smiled and nodded.
“I’m good,” Wright said. “I’m just thinking about how easy this is. How normal and safe I feel after all of it.”
“I’m glad you feel safe,” Xander said. He finished off his water and held out his hand for Wright. Their bodies melted together and Wright closed his eyes to listen to Xander’s heartbeat.
Chapter Fourteen
~ Wright ~
Wright woke up the next morning and stretched his body, groaning at the soreness of everything. He smiled and welcomed it because it meant that last night hadn’t been just the best dream in the world. He was still naked, too. And so was Xander, if the bulge against him was anything to go by. He turned around in Xander’s arms to see he was fast asleep. Wright couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that this man, with a whole life he lived before, chose him. He had nothing to his name, nothing real that he could offer him. But he still chose him. He’d never been chosen before.
“Good morning,” Xander half grumbled when his eyes fluttered open. The room was still dark but Wright was only inches away from his face and could see his blue eyes clearly. He smiled and shifted forward to kiss him, morning breath be damned. “Hmm. Great morning.”
“It’s still early,” Wright whispered. He laid his head back on the pillow and they stayed like that, looking at each other.
“I’ll need to get up soon and start helping Patrick with setting up.” Xander brushed his fingers through Wright’s hair and smiled at him. Wright’s breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t believe how amazing his life was now.
“How long is soon?” Wright asked. He pressed his body to Xander’s. With their heads being even on the pillow, Xander’s cock was pressed between his thighs and his own was pressed against Xander’s stomach.
“No, baby. I would love to, but we have so much to do today and I already went harder than I planned last night. Not to mention someone demanded a third round before he’d go to sleep.”
Wright pouted, sticking his bottom lip out dramatically. Xander rolled his eyes and turned onto his back, breaking the contact between them. “I didn’t think you went too far. I think it was the perfect amount of farness.”
