River tossed lube and condoms onto the bed, then straddled him, lowering himself down until their cocks touched, before he rocked against him. The light, skin-to-skin brush made blood race along his veins. Newt groaned with pleasure and threaded his fingers behind his head. River sat back, took hold of Newt’s cock with one hand and stroked his abs with his other. He was looking at Newt as if he could see inside him, see what he was hiding. Newt had a sudden urge to tell him, but he beat it down.
“Want…to fuck…you,” River said in the most determined voice Newt thought he’d heard from him. “Say yes.” He took a deep breath and added, “Pleeeesssse… please.”
“Yes, please.”
River furrowed his brow, then grabbed the lube and squirted it over his trembling fingers.
“You’re going to have problems getting the condom on now. Your fingers will be slippery.”
That earned a him a glare.
River pushed up Newt’s knees, spread them apart and knelt between them. Then he wiped his hands all over Newt’s cock.Fuck, fuck, fuck!
“No p…problem…now.” River had a smug look on his face.
“So put the condom on.”
River’s fingers shook as he pulled it from the packet. Hechewed his lip as he rolled it down his dick.
Newt took his hands from behind his head and grabbed the lube. “Now you need more.”
River squeezed the lube onto his hands, then wrapped them both around Newt’s cock and dragged them up and down.Oh God.One hand continued past his balls, on to the delicate strip of skin beyond and Newt groaned. So of course, River lingered there, teasing and pressing before he touched the entrance to Newt’s body. Newt tried not to tense, but he knew he had, and he knew River noticed.
“Say stop…and I stop,” River whispered. “But say in Na’vi.”
“Na’vi?”
“Yes.” River looked snug.
“Fgtang.”
Smug turned to shocked. “How?”
“We only watched Avatar a few days ago. I can remember stop.”
“Chinese then.”
“Bù.”
River rolled his eyes. He circled Newt’s hole with the pad of his middle finger, while Newt did his best not to clench any tighter.
“I can’t even remember my name now.” Newt sucked in a breath.
River kept on pressing and pushing, until the top part of his finger slipped through the tight muscle barrier. Newt’s breathing was shaky. He’d done this much to himself, but it felt different not being in control. River chuffed, Newt chuffed back, then winced as River’s finger slid in as far as his knuckle.
“Okay?” River asked. “No…bù?”
Newt shook his head.
River pushed again, curled his finger and touched Newt’s prostate.Oh fuck!Newt couldn’t stop his hips bucking, couldn’t hold in the low, needy sounds pouring from his mouth, noises that hardly made sense, except to him it wasyes, more, there, right there, don’t stop, don’t stop…
“Na’vi?” River asked.
Newt sort of wanted to gently punch him but he could do nothing but lie there and enjoy the sensation of River pushing his finger in and out, stroking his prostate. Newt writhed and moaned as he lit up from the inside. The heat, the pleasure, the hormonal rush, the way tension built and built…
Persistent gentle pressure allowed a second finger to join the first and even though Newt was aware of how careful River was being, the knowledge of what was happening, what this was heading towards, had his heart leaping in his chest, trying to get up his throat, out of his mouth. The look on River’s face was one of wonder blended with desperate concentration. With his free hand, he reached up to caress Newt’s lips and cheeks and mouth and jaw, as though he couldn’t believe he was doing this.
River continued to massage his prostate and Newt couldn’t keep his eyes open. He had hold of Newt’s cock too now and was working it in the same rhythm as he finger-fucked him. It was almost an overload of pleasure. His lungs burned from his rapid shallow breathing. He was shocked by how much he wanted this, wanted River to take him, have him, possess him, own him, make him his…Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!
