By the time he returned to the bedroom, he was even more nervous than before, though it only took Jesse moving the covers off of himself and motioning for Arthur to come back into bed for Arthur’s cock to start to stiffen once again. Quickly, Arthur shrugged off his robe and let it fall to the floor. Arousal continued to build within him as he moved to the bed, and once he reached the mattress, he had become so thoroughly excited that his cock had begun to leak. After setting the bottle on the bed, Arthur took hold of Jesse’s cock. Slowly, he moved his hand up the shaft and then bent low to lap up the beads of pre-ejaculate that he had coaxed forth.
“Jeeesus Christ,” Jesse whimpered.
“I love your taste,” Arthur said. He pumped his hand once more, closing his mouth over the head of Jesse’s cock and sucking before pulling off with a pop.“Mmm. Divine.”
Arthur sat up. Jesse’s hand shot out toward the bottle of oil.
“I can’t wait anymore,” Jesse said, picking up the container. He ripped out the cork and tossed it onto the nightstand. “Do you want to prepare me? Or should I?”
Arthur swallowed thickly, some of his earlier nervousness returning and causing his stomach to tumble.
“I can. Just, ehm, just tell me what to do,” Arthur said.
Jesse placed his hands on the backs of his thighs and lifted his legs even higher, revealing his lovely hole. Arthur’s stomach flip-flopped excitedly when he saw it, even as a surge of nervousness streaked through him, causing his hands to shake.
“Use your fingers first,” Jesse instructed. “One at a time, though. Please.”
Trembling slightly, Arthur coated his hands with oil. He pressed one of his coated fingers to Jesse’s pucker, only to besurprised by the resistance. After taking a moment to steady his nerves, he pushed half of it inside but then sucked in a fast breath.
“Dear God,” he whispered. “Does it hurt?”
“No, not at all,” Jesse said, the small smile on his lips indicating that he found Arthur’s inquiry a little funny.
Arthur’s heart continued to pound as he pushed the rest of his finger inside. Good God was it ever tight. Arthur began to move his finger. In and out. In and out.
Jesse whispered a slew of profanities as Arthur pumped his hand. Sensing Jesse’s mounting pleasure, Arthur slipped a second finger inside, and the sound that Jesse made in response—a cross between a sigh and a moan—made Arthur’s heart stutter. After a second’s more hesitation, he resumed working his fingers. In and out. All the while, his own cock ached for pleasure.
“Add a third,” Jesse rasped.
Concern seized Arthur by the throat, and he froze. Three fingers. It seemed like a lot. Arthur’s eyes fell to his own cock, and he realized that perhaps three were necessary for Jesse to feel pleasure later. Worries tempered by this rationalization, Arthur pushed a third finger inside. Jesse let out a long, low moan in response. Cautiously and with tremendous care, Arthur pumped the three fingers at once.
“I’m ready,” Jesse said. “Are you?”
Anxious energy swirled in Arthur’s stomach. Somehow, he was simultaneously very ready and not ready at all. But Jesse was ready. And Arthur wanted to be ready, too.
“Yes,” he said, his voice husky and hoarse and trembling. “I believe so.”
Arthur removed his fingers. He scrambled to find a sock and proceeded to wipe them clean. Afterward, he poured enough oil into his hands to coat his shaft. Running his hand up his length, he walked forward on his knees to line himself up with Jesse’s hole.Once the tip of his cock was in position, he began pushing forward. His heart was pounding so hard and his nerves were so frayed that he thought he might faint.
Jesse reached up and touched Arthur’s cheek.
“You won’t hurt me,” he said sweetly. “Arthur, you need to breathe.”
It took an extra beat of Arthur’s heart for him to register Jesse’s words, and then he sucked in a long breath, followed by another. After a few more, he felt steady enough to continue. Shifting his hips forward, he pushed the head of his cock inside. He let out a moan as the warmth enveloped him.
“My God, Jesse, you’re so tight,” he said through gritted teeth as he continued to push forward, burying the rest of his cock inside. He leaned forward to nestle his nose in the crook of Jesse’s neck. “Oh,God,” he moaned again. “Am I hurting you? I must be hurting you.”
“You aren’t. Not even a little,” Jesse said next to Arthur’s ear. “It’s perfect.”
Gingerly, Arthur lifted his hips, pulling out halfway, and then, muscles shaking, he pushed forward again. Desire percolated low in his belly, making his skin tingle. He could hardly keep himself contained, so strong was the urge to begin thrusting in earnest to seek his release.
“Jesse . . . oh, God, Jesse, I need to . . . to . . .”
“Fuck me, Arthur. Please.”
Need struck Arthur in the chest, emboldening him and chasing away the last vestiges of hesitancy. Freed from worry, he shifted his hips back and thrust forward. Over and over, Arthur repeated the motion, thrusting hard and fast whilst losing himself to ecstasy.
All throughout, Arthur stayed close, keeping his head by Jesse’s shoulder and occasionally nuzzling it with his nose. Jesse held him sweetly. Closing his eyes, Arthur kept his focus on his ownpleasure, letting himself think only of this moment and how miraculous it felt to be thrusting his cock into the man he loved.
