“I,” Ben said, “I’ve never…”
“I’ve never gotten fucked before,” Phil pointed out.“So if you could get on that…”
“Wow, you are a super pushy bottom.Who knew?”Ben slicked up his dick and kneeled up between Phil’s spread legs, trying not to let on how oversensitive and borderline desperate for it he was.Phil wanted him in control, and for that, Ben needed to control himself.
Phil immediately hitched his legs up, wrapping his strong thighs around Ben’s hips.Ben hoped he was too young to have a stroke.
The head of his cock glanced off Phil’s hole twice before he could get it to sink in properly, shaky with nerves in a way he hadn’t been in years.Phil sucked in a deep, shocked breath of air and clenched down tight.
“Breathe,” Ben croaked, trying desperately to follow his own advice.“Breathe through it.”
“Uh-huh,” Phil managed and took a shaky inhale.
His hole relaxed infinitesimally around Ben.
Ben inched forward, trying to keep it as slow as he could.Phil shook under him, his mouth parted, his eyes wide.
“Is it okay?”Ben asked.“Should I stop?”
“No,” Phil said instantly.“Just keep going.”
Ben froze.“This isn’t some stupid athlete, push-through-the-pain bullshit, is it?”
Phil canted his hips up.Ben slid deeper, and he must have rubbed right across Phil’s prostate because Phil cried out in pleasure, head tossed back.
“Keep going,” he said again when Ben didn’t move.
It spurred Ben into action.The first few thrusts were sloppy and ungainly, Ben’s knees sliding on the smooth sheets.He stabilized himself with his wrists propped on either side of Phil’s head and his toes flexed in the sheets.The next thrust was smoother, and then he found his rhythm, rocking out slowly and pushing in hard.Ben might not be a career athlete, but he’d been ice skating on a near-daily basis for the last six months, and it showed.He had the power in his legs to really give it to Phil.
He couldn’t stop to think about how it felt for too long or he would go insane.Around him, Phil was tight and hot, and with no barrier between them, Ben could feel every slightest clench.
“Is it—” he tried to ask, but he couldn’t get the full question out.
Phil’s eyes opened, dark and hazy, barely focusing.“Ben,” he said.
It was enough.
“Touch yourself,” Ben told him.He couldn’t manage, not in this position, and he wasn’t going to last long.Even trying as hard as he could to focus only on Phil, his pulse pounded in his cock, and his balls throbbed.He felt himself leak, painting Phil from the inside, and the thought of it dripping out of Phil in the aftermath was so erotic Ben lost all pretense of gentleness.
Phil squeezed a hand between them, wrapping his thumb and forefinger around the head of his cock and letting the rocking motion of Ben’s thrusts do the rest for him.His sweat-slick thigh slid down Ben’s skin, and Phil protested the change in angle with a grunt.
Ben pushed both his thighs back.
Phil yelled out and spurted all over his own stomach.
Ben had time to feel a sliver of regret—he’d wanted to edge Phil again, just a little, just to make him ask for it.But then Phil went vise-tight around Ben’s cock, and when he reached up hazily to run a sharp thumbnail across Ben’s nipple, Ben lost the capacity to regret anything that had led him to this perfect moment.He came in long, shivery pulses, his stomach clenching and his balls contracting so hard it almost hurt.
“Fill me up,” Phil said, still looking up at him with those hot, hazy eyes, and Ben pulled out to watch the last of it dribble across Phil’s puffy, used hole.
He collapsed into the sheets, gasping for breath.
“So that was unexpectedly fantastic,” Phil said conversationally.He hadn’t been doing any of the work; he had enough air in his lungs to talk.
“Mm,” Ben managed in agreement.
“We’re doing that again,” Phil decided.
Ben gave him a thumbs-up.
