Adonis arched his back, his head falling back. “Yes,” he gasped, and Bash couldn’t wait any longer.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded, and Adonis gladly complied. “Ass up.”
Adonis presented his ass to Bash, who pushed the briefs fully down and drank in the view. “Beautiful,” he said. He was ready to taste.
He brought his face down to Adonis with the reverence of a religious supplicant approaching a holy cup. He spat on Adonis’s hole. Something like spit, which could be so offensive in a different context, became almost sacred in this.
He tasted Adonis with his tongue and was thanked by a gasp and a moan from the figure skater.
“Fuck, Bash,” Adonis repeated, his voice hardly more than a breath.
Bash continued licking, kissing, tasting Adonis’s hole. Rimming had always been one of his favorite parts of foreplay. There was something so uninhibited about eating someone’s ass. It was primal. It required a level of trust between the two parties involved.
As Bash nipped at Adonis’s ass cheek, he realized that he did, in fact, trust Adonis completely.
Another moan escaped Adonis when Bash plunged into his hole with his tongue.
“Yes,” Adonis said into the pillow.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” Bash said.
“I want you inside me,” Adonis begged.
Bash answered by spitting on one of his fingers and sliding it gently into Adonis’s hole. Adonis was tight and warm around his finger, and Bash was almost feral, imagining how it would feel once his cock was inside Adonis.
Adonis squirmed and moaned as Bash fingered him, gently thrusting inside the figure skater with first one finger, then two.
“I have to open you up,” Bash informed him. “Get you ready to take my cock.”
“I’m ready.”
“It’ll hurt,” Bash cautioned.
“Then be gentle.”
Bash lightly bit Adonis’s ass cheek, just hard enough to leave a little bruise. “Oh,” he said. “I don’t want to be gentle.”
Adonis shivered and clenched around Bash’s fingers. “Fuck,” he murmured.
Bash removed his fingers and tasted Adonis again, feasting on his hole.
When he couldn’t wait any longer, he positioned himself behind Adonis and slicked lube along Adonis’s hole.
“Shall I use a condom?” he asked.
“I haven’t been with anyone since the College Conference,” Adonis said. “With Byron. I had my regular testing appointment last week, and I’m negative for everything.”
Bash nodded. “I haven’t been with anyone else since July. But I’m still on PrEP.”
“I’m on PrEP, too.”
An unspoken question hung between the two of them: did they plan on being with others? If so, condom it was. If not…
“No condom,” Adonis said. “And just keep communication open if there are others.”
“I won’t have any others,” Bash said absently, tossing aside the condoms he’d had at the ready. Only after he said it did he understand the subtle implication of what he’d just so casually declared.
After a moment, Adonis said, “I don’t think I will, either.”
