He groans and I’m going to pretend he does so because it feels good. Not because I’m teasing him. I think we both know I tease to lighten the mood during new things we’re nervous about. If we’re laughing or I’m making him blush, we’re not so focused on what we’re doing.
Keno gives us an experimental stroke and I shiver with sensation. His mouth opens, and he looks at me with heat blazing in his eyes. While I mean to say something, I only manage a nod of encouragement.
It begins with strokes, but before long, he’s thrusting against me, holding our cocks together. His grip gets tighter and then loose. Tighter again. I think he’s experimenting, and fuck if I’m not losing my mind with how good it feels. His hard, rigid cock is gliding against mine. Hard, yes, but not uncomfortably so. The slickness of the lube and the strangulation of his hands around us have me moaning.
My hands grip his ass cheeks, feeling the way his glutes clench with each thrust. I pull him closer so I can feel his crack. It’s difficult around his hips, so I move one of my hands between his legs and under him. Yep, I can reach a little more.
Keno moans loudly when I press against his hole, so I fumble with shaking hands for the lube and maybe make a mess all over my stomach with it before I manage to get any on my hand. My head is spinning with a fire burning so hot my skin feels like it’s on fire.
I’m close, but I’m not ready yet.
Reaching under him again, Keno shifts forward a little more. He lets go of our dicks with one hand so he can lean over me, his free hand planting on the pillow beside my head. This gives memuch better access to his ass as I rub against his hole while he thrusts his dick against mine.
One finger slides in easily enough. I use one for maybe half a dozen times before working in a second. Keno’s mouth opens wider as I move my finger inside him. Deeper. More insistent. He’s still moving against me, his ass muscles constricting around me with every move.
“Want another?” I ask.
He nods.
Getting a third finger in takes some time. He flinches, his thrusts against me slowing as he hangs his head. Keno grimaces but then moans when I curl my fingers. His body jerks, his hips drive into me. His moan moves through my entire body, gripping my balls in a vise.
“Hang on, Keno,” I whisper. “Keep your hand tight.”
His grip tightens around us. Sloppily, and with no rhythm at all, I fuck up into his hand as I massage his prostate, fucking his ass with my fingers while he shakes on top of me. Watching him rapidly fall apart is hypnotic. I can almost visibly see his arousal grow and his orgasm take over.
This is probably the first time I’ve heard him shout when he comes. He collapses on top of me, which makes moving against his dick a little more difficult, but I keep it up while he jerks reflexively. It drives me wild when his ass shoves against my fingers.
I come a minute later and then we lie there, panting. Sweaty. Covered in cum and lube and maybe some butt juice. I don’t care. I wouldn’t change this for a fucking thing.
“That was… really,reallygood,” Keno says.
“Yes, it was. You’re really hot when you get lost in the moment. I could watch you come all day long.”
His face is still hot, and the way he tucks it further into my neck tells me I’ve made him blush again. This time, it wasn’tintentional. I wasn’t lying. The look of him succumbing to his orgasm is burned in my memory, and I’m never letting it go.
We doze for a long time. Giving each other more orgasms until we’re forced to get out of bed at one, so we’re showered and dressed in time for Julian to arrive. He’s accompanying us again today while we go tasting food for our wedding menu.
Julian was stupidly helpful yesterday when deciding on cake flavor. Asking questions that narrowed down what we wanted. We still didn’t walk away with a design, but we had a direction, and it wasn’t any thanks to me or Keno. We were woefully lost.
Inviting Julian along today serves multiple purposes. It gets him out of the house and with his friends, so he’s not feeling so alone. And it helps us to make a damned decision. Since the caterers we’re meeting, Lennie and Kenny, said to come starving because they’re making us a feast, we figured there’d be plenty of food for Julian.
We shower together, rubbing each other down, but not to the point where we’re hard again. When we’re clean, we stand under the spray of hot water wrapped around each other.
“Valentine’s Day is in ten days,” Keno says.
I nod.
“We’ve marked that day for the first time we have sex. You know, romance and all that.”
Grinning, I nod again. “I remember.”
“So…. we should probably have some kind of plan, right?”
“I think maybe we can trade off planning for V Day. I can take this year since I already have an idea. You go next year.”
Keno picks his head up and gives me a demure look, but I just smirk. I know that’s not what he was referring to. “I’m glad we cleared that up,” he deadpans. “Oh, hey. How about we talk about whose dick goes in who that night now?”
I laugh and kiss him. “Not to concentrate on size again, but I think I need to work up to taking you for a while longer. Youarebigger than me and… I just don’t think I’m ready for that yet.”
