I crawl down his legs until I find my place between them. I waste no time wrapping my lips around myboyfriend’scock.
“Fuck, Jake…” he calls out, running his fingers through my hair. He doesn’t push me like I expect. Instead, he grips my lockstightly and thrusts up into my mouth softly. “Your mouth feels so good, baby.”
I take him to the back of my throat with ease and he moans in reciprocation.
His praise settles on me. I hollow my cheeks and cradle his balls with one hand while I use the other to stroke his shaft while I choke on his cock.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come,” he whines. “Jake, I’m—”
I double down on my deep throat, and just in the nick of time, it seems, because the moment I feel his cockhead hit the back of my throat again, I feel the burst of cum like a tidal wave. I choke a little, but adjust within seconds as I drink him down. His grip in my hair loosens as I let up, swallowing him down like he’s a bottle of Prosecco, but he pushes me away.
I tense as I look between us, watching him erupt.
His eyes implore mine, and he sighs as he says, “I want you.”
His hand slips between us and he pumps his shaft slowly, spreading the remnants of his cum along my cock. I blink, his words settling on my slightly clammy skin like glitter.
“Aaron—”
His mouth finds mine once more as he continues to come all over me, stroking my cock until I’m soaked in him. His hand shakes as he pushes me forward, shifting his body as he opens his legs, and I realize what he’s asking.
I’ve never fucked a bottom before, because I’ve always been happy being the bottom, period. But as I look down at my boyfriend, the man I love, seeing the slight fear mixed with the lust, I know I’m not the only one in uncharted territory, and that soothes my nerves. We’re both going into the unknown.
But I think that’s a good thing. Because we don’t have to go alone. Not anymore.
“Are you sure?” I ask, needing to hear him say it. He nods.
“Yes, baby. I’m sure.” He thrusts himself against me, sliding one leg around my hip, pushing me closer.
I suck in a deep breath as I angle my cock at his entrance and push in slowly. Aaron tenses and I stop.
“Sorry, I—”
“No, don’t be sorry, just keep going,” he grunts.
I let out a breath and try again, his resistance tight. “You need to relax.”
“I’m trying,” he says through a harsh breath. I hold his gaze as I lick my finger, noting how he watches me.
Like I’m his favorite movie. I love it. It makes me feel powerful in a way I’ve never felt before.
I move my finger over his exposed thigh, writing the wordmineacross his flesh. Neither of us can see it, but I know it’s there.
“Mine,” I whisper as I trace my finger over his puckered hole, pressing lightly. He tenses and I bring my mouth to his, slowly massaging and pressing until he loosens enough for me to slide my finger in. I curl my finger against his prostate and he nearly flies off the couch. I remove my finger and quickly press my slick cock against his entrance, and push in. He groans and I move my hips, inching further and further until I push past his resistance and bottom out. His mouth moves slowly against mine as he locks his ankles around my hip, pushing me with his heels until there’s nothing between us.
Nothing has ever felt more right than this, and I think maybe fairytales do exist. I move slowly, my thrusts deliberate and overwhelming. Aaron meets my pace, and the world slows like an hourglass frozen in time.
I get lost in his kiss, in the way his hands rove over my flesh, in the warmth of his cum as he paints my stomach with his ecstasy. His arms hold me as I collapse, detonating inside of him, seconds later. I lose myself in him, and I find myself in him.
And I think, even though I can’t prove it, he does the same.
“I love you, Jake,” he says, his voice soft and warm as he holds me to his chest. I close my eyes as I bury my head in the crook of his neck.
“I love you, too, Aaron,” I whisper, kissing his neck. When I remove myself, I feel like I could pass out, but Aaron makes no point to move, and though I should get up and get a towel to clean him up because my cum is dripping onto the cushions, I can’t bring myself to do so. Instead, Aaron shifts us so we lay there, wrapped around each other. I grab the gummies as I watch Richard Gere pull up in his limousine. With his flowers.
I can’t help but smile and let out a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Aaron asks, pulling a blanket over us. He adjusts us so we can both watch the television.
