“If that’s the most fun you’re having, then I’m doing something wrong.” He bent his head between his shoulders as Nick ran a slick finger through the lube, circling his anus, then pressing inside.
“Oh fuck!” Oliver gasped, and Nick retreated, waiting a moment before pushing again to the knuckle. Oliver clenched around him.
“Breathe.” Nick kissed him again. His skin smelled like sweat and the faint chemical of the lube. “Or tell me if you change your mind.”
“Not going to change my mind,” Oliver growled as Nick slipped in farther.
Going slow was the best kind of torture. Oliver was so responsive, alternating between cursing and begging as Nick worked him open. His body bowed and flexed when Nick crooked his fingers, stroking over Oliver’s prostate.
“Come on. Please.” He squeezed around Nick, pressing back against his hand.
When Nick had three fingers moving back and forth comfortably, he pulled out, watching as Oliver’s hole clenched. “You’re ready.”
“Of course I’m ready.” Oliver glared at him over his shoulder. “You don’t have to treat me like some breakable virgin.”
Did he not know how nervous Nick was? He was turned on, sure, but this seemed big. They’d crossed so many lines, and fucking Oliver felt like the last one. There would be no coming back after this, no more distance to keep.
He ripped open the condom and rolled it on before applying more lube. He stroked himself, eyes on Oliver’s ass.
“I might—” He bit his lip. “This might be fast. I haven’t done this in a long time.” He walked himself forward on his knees, lining himself up.
“That makes two of us—oh God.” Oliver gasped as Nick pressed in. Nick went to ask what he meant. How long? But then the tight heat of Oliver swallowed him up, and it didn’t matter. He didn’t get more than the first inch before he had to pause and withdraw, pushing in again, even slower.
“You’re so tight,” he said.
Oliver shuddered. “You’re so big. Jesus. I didn’t know you’d be this—” The last word was choked off as Nick shifted, moving closer so he could press in deeper.
“That’s nice of you to say.” A guy never minded having someone compliment his equipment, but in this case, Oliver’s tight grip on him spoke as much about someone who hadn’t done this in a while as it did about the size of Nick’s cock. “Do you need me to stop?”
“I need you to stop asking me that!” Oliver’s growl turned from arousal to anger, and Nick drew slow circles on his back, humming and shushing like he might do with a nervous animal. When Oliver’s muscles relaxed under Nick’s hand, he started again.
Nick gritted his teeth as he eased in, trying to stay patient. His knuckles were white where he gripped Oliver’s hips. They both groaned when he bottomed out, his pelvis pressed against Oliver’s ass.
“You feel amazing.” Nick fell forward, wrapping an arm around Oliver’s chest as he kissed his shoulder. He pulled his cock back, then thrust in again. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sensation, and Oliver trembled underneath him. Nick pumped his hips, adjusting to the range of motion, listening to the way Oliver’s breaths turned ragged.
“So amazing,” Nick said again. He traced wet, open-mouthed kisses on Oliver’s skin as his hips found their rhythm.
“More,” Oliver gasped. Under Nick’s weight, he wouldn’t be able to move very much, which left Nick completely in charge. The realization made his heart flutter, and he bit at the heavy muscle on Oliver’s shoulder, making him moan.
“You want more?” He shifted, sitting back enough that he could thrust harder. When Oliver tried to take charge, pushing back, Nick slipped a hand in his hair and the other one over his shoulder, pulling tight so that Oliver’s head was forced back.
“I didn’t think you’d be like this,” he said as he rocked inside Oliver, the heat melting his brain.
“Like what?” Oliver twisted his head so they could see each other. His hair hung loose around his face, and his blue eyes were dark, his mouth open. He looked . . .
Needy.
Nick’s hips slapped against the back of Oliver’s thighs as he pounded into him. He grunted with the exertion, but Oliver laughed as he fell to his elbows. The change raised his hips, and Nick found another fraction of an inch he didn’t know was there, plunging himself deeper inside Oliver with every thrust.
“Yes,” Oliver chanted it. “Yes, baby. I can take it. Yes.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Have to call you something.”
Nick covered his body, really fucking him. The name didn’t bother him as much as he thought it might. When Anya said it, he felt like he hadn’t aged in twenty years, and not in a good way.Babe. Sweetie. The names they’d called each other at seventeen and trying to be grown up.
Coming from Oliver’s mouth, it was different. A plea, like Oliver was claiming him. Welcoming him, even. Nick would let him have the name while Nick took control of everything else.
