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“How do you want to fuck me?” Ethan asked.

“Should probably have you sit on it. That way, you can control how much you take and when.”

“Okay. Not the sexiest discussion, is it?”

“Sex never is,” Blayne joked as he squeezed a healthy amount of lube onto his dick and let it dribble down the sides. “Are you sure you want to bareback?”

“You’ve been tested, and I’ve been tested. And I trust you haven’t been fucking around on me. Why would you go elsewhere when you have all this?” Ethan joked as he gestured to his naked body.

“And you’re not fucking around on me, because when have you had time? The only person who gets one-on-one time with you is your twinky personal assistant.”

“And don’t worry. That would never happen. One, he’s too…Lucas.” Ethan scrunched up his face.

“You mean he doesn’t need to get fucked because of that stick shoved up there?”

“Exactly.” They both broke out into laughter. “And speaking of shoving things in somewhere, let’s do this.”

“So bossy tonight… I like it.”

“That’s me, the resident bossy bottom.”

Ethan got up and straddled Blayne’s hips. He reached for the bottle of lube. He put a healthy amount on before he slipped one finger inside himself.

“I can do that,” Blayne offered.

“You have gigantic hands.”

Blayne’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his eyes widened slightly and he parted his lips in a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

“That made no sense,” Ethan realized.

“None whatsoever—especially given the much, much bigger thing that’s going to be in there in a minute.”

“Just trust me. I’ve done this before, just not with something,” Ethan said, gesturing to Blayne’s still erect dick, “that big.”

“I bet you tell that to all the guys.”

Ethan acquiesced. He angled his bottom toward Blayne, who applied more lube before slipping in one finger. Ethan’s breath caught in his throat as it slid in.

“Breathe,” Blayne coached.

Ethan took in a breath as Blayne started fingering him. “I can guarantee you I never had this problem with…” There was a hesitation in his voice.

“With…Danny. It’s okay to say his name around me. We both have a sexual history. Hell, we had one of my hookups here last night performing surgery on my kitchen table. If you can put up with that, I can put up with the fact that my glorious manhood is like an Eiffel Tower compared to his Washington Monument.”

Ethan groaned. This time, it wasn’t from ecstasy. He swiveled his head to look at Blayne. “That…that was just bad.”

“True, but you didn’t even notice when I put my third finger inside you.”

Sure enough. Blayne slowly punched Ethan’s hole—not in a ‘fist fucking’ kind of way, but in a ‘loosening him up for the main event’ kind of way. Ethan had never been fisted. He had no desire to be fisted, but he also knew that taking Blayne would need all the relaxation he could muster.

After a few more minutes of having his ass played with, Ethan said, “I think I’m ready.”

“Straddle me,” Blayne said. Blayne held the base of his cock. Ethan hovered over Blayne, grabbing the top part of his dick and hovering it next to his hole. Blayne’s cockhead rubbed against him. The sensation of Blayne ready to enter his ass excited him. He lowered himself on top of it. The sharp knifing sensation as Blayne’s cock passed his sphincter caused his toes to curl. “Just breathe,” Blayne encouraged. “Take all the time you need.”

Ethan hovered for a second, letting himself get used to the girth. The first step was the girth, and the second was handling the length. Ethan allowed himself to slowly slide up and down without taking Blayne’s dick out of his ass. With each little slide, he went down farther until Ethan breathed in and sat down until his ass hit Blayne’s pelvic bone. He opened his eyes and found Blayne staring at him. There was so much warmth in those eyes. Blayne reached up and ran his finger over his cheek.

Ethan slid all the way until he could feel the mushroom head inside his ass on the verge of slipping out, and he slid all the way down again. Blayne let out a quick gasp. Ethan felt a sensation he’d never known before. He sat there for a moment. “I think something just broke,” he said.