“Of course I do, if you’re ready,” he replied quickly.
“Yeah, but Izzy, areyouready?” It felt touching, the way Wyatt took care of him just as much as the other way around.
“Yeah, I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”
They’d texted about sex, so he knew they wouldn’t be using condoms since they were both clean. That alone would make this different and well, he thought he was ready.
Izzy got to his knees and grabbed the lube again. He slicked his cock and put more of the stuff inside Wyatt, who hissed at the cold touch.
Izzy winced, but then Wyatt pulled him down into a kiss and he was blindly moving his hips and somehow he managed to almost get it right while Wyatt sucked on his tongue.
In the end, he had to pull his face back. “W-wait, I got to…hold on.” He grabbed his cock and carefully pushed inside Wyatt. Both of them groaned loudly, only stopping when Izzy bottomed out and froze.
“Oh God,” Izzy whispered. He closed his eyes at the feeling of being inside Wyatt. Because yeah, he’d had sex before, even anal with a girlfriend years and years ago, but nothing about his previous experiences with sex had prepared him for this.
“Move,” Wyatt moaned, wrapping his fingers around his own dick.
Izzy leaned in to kiss him a few times, long and sweet and slow, until Wyatt laughed into the last one and pushed him away. “Now, Izzy, stop stalling.”
“Okay, okay…” He hadn’t been ready, not even close, but maybe he could last for a bit with the most urgent feeling having passed. He was closing in on thirty for fuck’s sake, he should be able to last—yeah, yeah, or maybe not.
He rocked with Wyatt, who angled his hips to do something to change the angle and began to let out these little punched out mewls. That sound, the desperation and pure need of it, went directly into Izzy’s balls.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna…”
He picked up speed for maybe ten wild thrusts, then came harder than he ever had before.
Wyatt’s body gripped him almost violently before he could pull out, and he started to get too sensitive for it to feel enjoyable. Fuck, maybe next time he’d get Wyatt to come first and then—he moaned at the thought as he finally separated from Wyatt.
“T-that was…” Wyatt looked blissed out as hell. “Oh wow…”
“Yeah, I…wow…” Izzy did the mildly disgusting thing and grabbed his T-shirt off the floor, then wiped them both down with it.
He collapsed next to Wyatt and they started to giggle together.
“Next time, if you’re in the right mindset, I think you should do that to me.” Izzy thought maybe Wyatt wouldn’t want that when he was having a girl day. Or maybe he would, who knew. “I had no idea it could be this good,” he added as an afterthought.
Then his brain reminded him that it had been Wyatt’s first time, and he turned to look at Wyatt. “Was it okay? I mean, it was your first time and I sort of forgot, so I—”
“Hey, breathe, baby. It was…it was so good. I don’t think it could’ve been better.”
When Izzy let himself sink into Wyatt’s loving gaze, he saw only honesty and felt so, so relieved. He’d never been anyone’s first before.
“Okay, good.”
“We should probably shower,” Wyatt suggested a while later, and Izzy agreed. It just felt like such an ordeal right then.
“I need an incentive, I think,” he grumbled.
“How about we shower, make some tea, and watch whatever you want?” Wyatt suggested as he prepared to roll out of bed.
“Yeah, okay. Sounds good.” Nothing had ever sounded better.
