The sweetest of flutters spread in Marc’s chest as that realization hit him. This was the first time Chris was doing anal… and he’d chosen him for it. It was a big fucking deal.
Turning his face to the side, he planted a kiss on his friend’s shin. This man turned him into a softie, and without even trying, owned his entire existence. His heart thumped. Just five minutes before, he was furiously ravaging his throat, thinking of tying him to the bed and having his way with him. Yet here he was now, being all gentle. Aching and breathing for him.
“Why so serious?” Chris asked.
“Shut up.” The bassist churned his finger.
“Fuck!”
“I think you’re ready for one more.” Marc withdrew, coating his friend’s ass with more lube before he slowly pushed inside again. “You good?”
“F-fuck… Yes.” The guitarist squeezed his eyes shut, wriggling. “Oh, fucking shit…”
“Hello there...” Marc thoroughly rubbed his prostate, pressing his fingertips to it as he moved his hand in a fast vibrator motion.
“What in the actual fuck?” Chris stared at him, wide-eyed and all agitated. “It didn’t feel that intense the last time—Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He bit down on his lip.
“I didn’t do this last time.”
“Holy fuck! M-Marc… If you keep—ddd-doing that…” A guttural moan rolled off Chris’s tongue. “Fuck! I-if you keep that, I’m… I’m gonna come.”
“So come.”
“Nn-no…” Chris huffed, gripping the sides of the headboard, tattooed torso and arms shivering as he sucked in a deep breath. “Fuuuck… I want you to fuck me. This is not fucking.”
Marc sneaked a third finger inside of him. It was amazing how that trick had loosened him up in record time. “You want my cock in your ass that bad, huh?”
“Gimme that.” Chris gestured to the lube.
Next thing he knew, they were bringing each other to the edge in two very different yet pleasurable ways. They were a chaotic jumble of thrusts, sweat, moans, and sticky fluids.
The bassist had been in this position more than once, but he’d be lying if he said this wasn’t his favorite. Sex, no matter how rough or dirty, was definitely better when you were in love with your partner. It was something that you didn’t feel on your balls alone, but in your head and your chest. He felt so full, he could have combusted, disintegrated into the atmosphere, and still been happy about it.
“Fuck me, Marc. Fuck me already.” Chris panted and gasped, almost as if he were suffering.
He didn’t need to say it twice. Pulling his fingers out, the bassist squeezed some more lube over his dick and on his friend’s hole. “I’m gonna go in slow, but if you feel any pain, discomfort, or anything, or want me to stop, just tell me, okay?”
“Yeah.”
Marc slid his knees further apart on the bed as he aligned himself with Chris’s ass. “Can you take a deep breath for me? That’s it… Now let it out slowly.” He nudged the head of his dick between his cheeks. “Again.”
Chris was trembling, most likely from the anticipation that was eating at Marc’s self-control, too. But he was still tense.
“Relax, baby.” He caressed his thighs as he drew slow circles with his hips, dipping a little into his puckered hole.
He wasn’t sure if it’d been his words or his touch, but the guitarist’s legs glided down his arms and his muscles eased up enough for Marc to shove the crown of his dick into him. He stopped there, letting him adjust to the sensation of having the first ring in his ass spread so wide.
His expression twisted in discomfort.
“Keep breathing…” The bassist leaned forward and gently sucked on his nipple. “We’re in no rush.”
“It… feels strange.”
“Strange or painful?” he asked, nuzzling his chest.
“Strange.”
“Good.” That was normal, so Marc continued with his quest. He kissed his friend’s jaw while grabbing the bottle of lube that was resting beside his head. He spurted some more and smeared it with his fingers to keep the slickness between them. “I’m gonna move again, okay?”
