This time, when Theo touched George, he was firmer, pressing and massaging, working carefully at the tight, ungiving ring of muscle. He worked slowly, patiently, taking his sweet time to ease first one, then two fingers into George’s body. Then three. God. By the time he was rhythmically sliding those three fingers in and out of George’s hole, George was near delirious, a litany of begging, pleasure-soaked words falling from his lips as he responded to Theo’s sure touch.
And still, Theo seemed to be in no hurry at all. He had used a lot of the balm, his fingers slippery and careful as they pressed and turned and tugged, his gaze watchful.
Just as he’d promised, he had George begging for his cock.
“Please, Theo, I’m ready,” George insisted. “I need you.”
Theo made a pleased sound, brushing his lips over George’s again. So many kisses this night. From the man who had told George he didn’t kiss his lovers.
George moaned again. “Theo, fuck me.”
All right,” Theo said at last, his tone indulgent. “I suppose you've waited long enough. You’re still quite tight, but I think you can take me now.”
“Yes, yes,” George babbled. “I’m so ready. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Theo eased his fingers carefully out of George’s hole, making George whimper at the loss. God, he felt so empty. He whined, wanting that feeling back, the fullness and possession.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Theo soothed, urging him to turn over, one hand on his hip. “You’ll get my cock in a moment. Let’s get you on your knees.”
“I want to see your face,” George whimpered.
“You will,” Theo reassured him, “But this’ll be easier for you at first. Trust me.”
“All right,” George said, succumbing to the urgings of Theo’s hands, lifting his hips in the air and dropping his head and shoulders down to the mattress.
His cheeks parted, and he could imagine how he must look in this low, submissive pose, waiting to be entered. The balm Theo had so generously applied would be glistening on his crease in the candlelight. The idea should have been utterly mortifying, but he found himself relishing it. Relishing his own surrender.
Theo’s hand gently touched the small of his back, and George knew in that moment that Theo was looking at him. Loved that Theo was looking at him.
“Fuck,” Theo breathed. His hands curved over George’s arse in a rough caress, parting his cheeks even more, one thumb dipping into the crease to tug at the sensitive rim of his hole, making George hiss and cant his hips higher. Making his dripping cock drool even more. God, the sheet below him was going to be soaked.
“So eager,” Theo murmured in a low, pleased tone. “So desperate. Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
“Your cock,” George whined. “Please.”
A low chuckle. “All right, then. Let’s see how much you can take, shall we?”
Theo set the head of his cock against George’s hole and began to press inside. The force was incredible, and it hurt. Even after being stretched for all that time, his hole still protested when asked to accommodate the firm, plump head of Theo’s substantial prick. George felt his own cock shrivel in the face of that pain.
“Sorry,” he whimpered, but Theo only smoothed a hand over his flank.
“Don’t worry,” he said, in a low croon. “We’ll get there. Let’s try a little more balm.” George felt him lean back for a few moments, and then his fingers were back, pressing more of the fragrant grease into him.
It was a little easier the second time Theo tried, but not much. But then it was a little easier again. And again the next time. Slowly, ever so slowly, George’s body surrendered to Theo, his tight muscles giving way to the patient ministrations of Theo’s gentle hands and the steady determination of his hard cock.
It took far longer than George had imagined it would. Later, he would realise how impossible this would have been with anyone other than Theo, but in the moment, he didn’t even think about it, just surrendered wordlessly, letting himself do nothing but feel, letting Theo make all the decisions.
Eventually, Theo was almost all the way inside him and the pain had receded so far that pleasure was finally coming back into the ascendence. And then, quite suddenly, Theo slid home, all the rest of the way inside him to the very hilt. The front of Theo’s thighs met the back of George’s, and the head of his cock grazed something deep inside of George that made George give a stifled cry of animalistic pleasure.
“Ah,” Theo said, sounding breathless and satisfied at once. “That’s the spot.” He pulled back and then slid all the way in again, and another bolt of almost agonising pleasure went through George, stealing his ability to make sense of anything, or even think at all. All he could do was moan and push back, begging for more with his body.
On his next thrust, Theo brought his hand to George's prick, circling the base of his shaft. He stroked upwards in an exquisite caress that had George whining and thrusting into Theo’s hand, then moving his hips back again to take more of Theo’s cock. And then he was thrusting and bucking, forwards and back, hardly knowing where he wanted to be.
“You’re dripping,” Theo murmured, low and pleased. He slid his thumb over the head of George’s prick. “So bloody eager.”
George whined. He liked Theo’s words. Liked that they lowered him and lifted him up at the same time. That wondering tone, as though Theo was utterly astonished by how desperate he was, but admiring too. Delighted by him. Delighted by how needy he was.
“I’m going to fuck you hard now,” Theo said. He leaned back, running his hands down the length of George’s back in a firm caress before taking a hold of one hip with his left hand, and George's shoulder with his right. And then he let George have it. Not roughly, not meanly, but steady and utterly relentless, working up a rhythm that felt like George’s own heartbeat.
