Arthur took his member into his hand and began to stroke himself, too, the need for friction practically overwhelming. He stopped when Jesse began to walk forward on his knees.
“I promise I’ll make it good for you,” Jesse said.
Arthur smiled. “I know you will.”
He tensed as Jesse lined himself up with his hole. Jesse shifted his hips forward, and Arthur clenched his teeth when the head of Jesse’s cock slipped in. Reminding himself to breathe, Arthur sucked in an inhale. After a few more seconds, Jesse pushed forward, easing the rest of his cock inside.
Jesse lowered himself and kissed Arthur softly on the lips.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
Arthur’s eyes began to tear. It wasn’t painful, but it felt strange. Oh, how silly it might seem for him to say such a ridiculous thing out loud, though. Of course it felt strange. He and Jesse had never tried this before. Still, Arthur couldn’t help but want to be comforted somehow. Because having Jesse inside him was not only strange but a little scary, too.
Before Jesse, Arthur had barely ever let himself imagine being with a man at all, let alone lying on his back being fucked by one. He hadn’t ever even tried his own fingers back there. But Arthurhadbeen hoping to have this with Jesse someday. He’d never let himself think of it in earnest, had never brought himself to orgasm while entertaining the fantasy of it, but he had really and truly wanted it, nonetheless.
Only he’d been too scared to let himself see it.
But now Arthurhadlet himself see it. He had let himself see it and want it, and he had asked for it to boot. Despite that, though, the only thing he could think of now was how scary it was and how perhaps he wasn’t experiencing this correctly.
Jesse shifted his position and leaned on one of his elbows. He reached up to stroke Arthur’s cheek with his calloused fingertips.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked.
Arthur shook his head. His bottom lip trembled, and Jesse kissed it.
“What is it?” Jesse asked, his brow furrowed and eyes filled with worry.
“It feels... strange,” Arthur admitted, fighting back a sniffle. “It feels strange, and I’m too afraid to let you move. I’m not even sure why. I think I’m scared that itwillstart to hurt. Or that it won’t, but it won’t be what I’ve been hoping for it to be, either. Or, oh God, Jesse, I’m even worried that I won’t please you.”
Jesse lowered his head and nuzzled Arthur’s face with his nose.
“You couldn’t not please me. And if it hurts, we can stop. I can’t say whether or not it’ll be as enjoyable as you’re hoping it will be, but I will try to make it pleasurable. I promise.”
Arthur sniffled one more time and blinked back tears.
“I think I must be the weepiest man in the world,” he said.
Jesse laughed softly. “Possibly. But I love you anyway.” He pressed a kiss to Arthur’s lips. “You know, it was veryArthurof you to want to leap into this so suddenly.”
“Sorry,” Arthur said, letting himself laugh a little too. “I become enraptured by things too easily. Once I let myself want something, I can’t seem to hold back.”
“I know,” Jesse said, smiling. “It’s charming.”
“Even now?”
“Even now.” Jesse nuzzled Arthur’s nose. “Do you think you’re ready for me to move?”
“I think so, yes.”
Jesse pushed himself up and paused, looking at Arthur intently.
“I promise we can stop the moment that you ask me to,” he said.
Arthur reached up to touch Jesse’s cheek. “Thank you.”
Gingerly, Jesse shifted his hips back, pulling his cock out partway. Arthur inhaled a trembling breath, surprised by the sensation of relative emptiness. After only a brief pause, Jesse rocked his hips forward. Arthur let out a low moan and closed his eyes. Jesse repeated the motion twice more. Slowly, Arthur began to relax, permitting himself to bask in the pleasure of Jesse’s tender thrusts, and even more slowly, the outside world fell away, fading from hisawareness until the only things tethering Arthur to reality were Jesse’s steady forceful breathing and the sound of flesh meeting flesh. Arthur’s cock seemed to swell more with every one of Jesse’s movements, and soon, Arthur could no longer resist touching himself. Keeping his eyes closed, Arthur brought his hand to his cock and started stroking himself in time with his partner’s movements.
“Arthur,” Jesse rasped. “Can I thrust harder? I’m close.”
