“That, my dear, was your prostate,” I informed him, almost clinically. “Feels different than when a doctor does it, huh?”
“Oh God, yes,” he moaned. I rewarded him by sucking his lower lip between my teeth.
Michael cupped my ass, letting his fingers slide into my cleft. I pulled back and saw that same confused look that’d clouded his face earlier. “Do you…is it okay if I do that to you?”
“I told you, whatever you want.” Our dicks were slick, our precum mingling on my hand.
“But I don’t want anything if you’re not going to enjoy it.” He was overthinking again. Lesson one of gay sex, as far as I was concerned, was that just about everything could be enjoyable if you were with a considerate partner. And even with my limited experience being with someone who was more than a fuck buddy, I knew those feelings were only amplified when you were with someone who cared.
I rolled us over so he was on top of me. “I doubt there’s anything you can do that I won’t enjoy,” I assured him. “Now, I want to feel your hands on my body. Whatever you want to do to me, do it. Quit thinking so hard.”
He stared at me, as if trying to figure out where to start. I wrapped my hands around his wrists and pulled them to my chest. He kneaded the muscles there, then pinched my nipples the way I had his earlier. My back arched and I begged him to twist harder.
He did better than that. I stared at his lips as he bowed his head. Michael moved to the side and bit my ear, then my neck. He sucked hard enough I was going to have to wear turtlenecks even though it was hotter than hell, then moved to my collarbone. He nipped his way out to my shoulder, then back in.
It surprised me when he buried his face in my pit, taking in my scent. “I love the way you smell,” he admitted. He looked up at me and his cheeks were stained bright red.
“Mmm, I love that you love it,” I responded, trying to keep from pointing out the fact that I didn’t want him embarrassed by anything he enjoyed. I pushed his face back down and closed my eyes so I could enjoy the moment.
