My cheeks burn a little warmer. “Yeah. There was a bottle in the medicine cabinet. I wanted to be ready for you.”
Ezra’s got this serious expression on his face like he’s hyping himself for the act. He does the same thing every time he gets on OnlyFans, psyching himself up to put on a show. Looking over his shoulder, he smiles up at Bubba.
“I’m going to go slow, Johnny,” Ez says, his voice soft and low. “If it hurts, tell me, and we can pause. If you change your mind, we can stop at any time.” Leaning lower, he kisses me sweetly on the lips, one hand cupping the side of my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “Here we go.”
He closes his eyes and rocks forward. The pressure is undeniable, but it ain’t too painful. It ain’t anything I can’t handle. He keeps pushing, inching in slowly but surely. I want more. I need more. Need him pressed against me, skin on skin.
“It’s okay. You can put it all the way in. I can handle it.”
He’s looking lost in pleasure, but the words take him out of the moment, and he narrows his eyes, glaring at me. “Iamall the way in, you hateful fucking size queen.”
My eyes feel like they’re going to bulge out of my head, and I try to think of any words that can pull me out of the ditch I just dug myself into. “Ez, I didn’t—”
He winks at me. “I’m just joking.” Then, in a move that leaves me gasping for air, he drives the final few inches into me, his trimmed pubes feeling prickly against my cheeks. The pressure is undeniable, but I don’t hate it. It don’t feel too painful, there’s just an overwhelming sensation of fullness.
Fuck. If it feels this full with Ezra’s cock, I don’t know how the hell I’m ever going to take Bubba’s.
Ezra’s face is twisted up in pleasure as he rests, cock fully sheathed, chest rising and falling slowly and he whines and whimpers, gripping my hips with both hands like he’s scared I’m going to scramble away from him. Never. Not now, not ever, because the longer he stays here, his cock twitching inside me, the more I like it.
“Baby, I need you to move. I’m ready.” I reach down and take my cock in my hand, stroking it, wanting to give my boy a show as he claims me. “You feel good, Ez.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m topping someone.” He smiles up at me, the disbelief just as clear in his eyes as it is in his voice. “Does this make me a masc-dom top?”
I snort a laugh. “Sure, Ez.” Slowly, he pulls out until only the head is still inside, and then he drives back in, making me let out this low, guttural moan, a sound I’ve never made in my life, and Ezra must like the way it sounds, because his cock swells even more than before.
He fucks me slowly, taking his time like he’s scared time’s going to run out, and we’ll never get to do this again. It’s a little uncomfortable, but the longer he fucks me, the more my pain feels like pleasure. Our eyes are locked, and my hands are over my head, holding onto theheadboard as he increases his speed. He’s like a fuckin’ animal this way, wild and unleashed, staring intensely into my eyes.
“I’m fucking you, Johnny.” His lips touch down on my skin, and he kisses his way up my jaw until he’s got my earlobe between his teeth, lightly tugging. “I own this hole now. It’s mine. Say it.”
“Yours! Ah, fuck, Little Dick,” I moan. “Harder.” My hand is moving faster now. Fast enough I could probably create a spark from friction, but the only flame I see is my flamer boyfriend, fucking my hole like it’s what he was born to do. He picks up speed, our skin making a slapping sound each time he connects. He’s fucking faster than I’ve ever fucked anyone, and I kind of want him to go even faster. To break me however hard he has to. To take away any chance of catching my breath. Fuck breathing, I want him to rip the air right out of my lungs. Sweat pours down his face, dripping and dropping, one after the other, until it feels like the start of a summer storm.
Just when I think he can’t fuck me better than he already is, he grabs me by both wrists, jerking my hands away from the headboard, pinning me to the mattress. He looks fuckin’ feral right now, teeth bared, actually growling. Now, I ain’t saying femme guys ain’t men, but before this moment, I never could’ve pictured Ezra so masculine. He’s fucking me through the mattress, his voice taking this low, gravelly tone. Jesus. I can almost picture it. Ezra as a masc top, the way he asked about earlier. Walking around like a butch badass, maybe wearing leather pants that cling to that tight fuckin’ ass. Carrying me around on his hip, physical limitations be damned.
“Mine,” Ezra barks. The way he says it leaves no room for argument—not that I’d ever argue the fact. I’m his. I’mtheirs.
Whatever I’m feeling inside, Bubba must feel it too, because as Ezra slams into me, each thrust is met with praise from my best friend. “Good boy,” Bubba tells me. “Precious boy. Daddy’s sweet boy.”
He’s knelt at Ezra’s side, his hand behind Ez’s back, and judging by the way Ezra’s biting his lip, looking slightly pained, I guess he’s fingering his hole. Fuck. I can’t wait to see Bubba fuck him. I want to see Ezra’s tight, pink hole stretch around the man we love, opening wider and wider until Bubba’s balls deep inside him.
“Can I do masc-top things to you?” Ezra asks, his right eye twitchin’ like a maniac. He’s breathing hard, and there is sweat streaking down his face, even though we ain’t been at it for long, and it’s not very warm in our bedroom.
“What the fuck are masc-top things?”
He licks his lips. “Wanna fuck you doggy style. Want you face down, ass up, sir.” He thrusts again, and it feels like he’s trying to harpoon fuckin’ organs. “I want to fuck you like Bubba used to fuck his wife. You told me about it, remember?”
My cheeks flush. “Shut up, Ezra.” He slams his cock inside, hitting some magic button I never knew existed, lighting me up from the inside out, crying out his name at a pitch I ain’t particularly proud of.
“You told me how you’d lie in bed, listening to them. You would stroke your big fucking cock while Bubba fucked her on the other side of the wall.” Ezra pulls out of me, and before I can object, he turns me over with little effort. As I lie on the bed in a haze of confusion, my cock grinding against the mattress, he puts his hands on my hips and lifts them.
Bubba smirks at me. “Did you really? Did I make you come, baby?”
“Every time,” I admit, nodding desperately. Fuck. I need this. I need them. So fucking much. “Every night, Bubba. Even when you didn’t fuck her. I’d stroke my cock waiting for it to happen.”
“That’s so fucking hot, bro,” Bubba says, stroking his cock.
Ezra’s hand slides down and cups my ass cheek, pulling it open. “Fuck. I made your hole swell a little. It’s all pink and wet and used.”The next thing I know, he’s dragging a tongue across my asshole, growling like it fucked his mom or something. He goes quiet, and when I look over my shoulder, he’s just glaring at it.
“Ez?”
