He led me to his room. Shadow appeared from a dark corner and tried to follow me inside, but Atlas quickly blocked him with his foot.
“Sorry, but I plan on doing someverynaughty things to your daddy that aren’t safe for kitty eyes,” he said and shut the door on him.
The only light inside the room was the faint glow of moonlight that peeked through theprivacy film on his window, but I could still see the burning in his eyes when he turned to face me.
“Have you ever considered anal?” he asked breathlessly.
“I—”
I honestly hadn’t really thought about it. It wasn’t something Angelina had ever wanted to try, so I had no experience with it. But I wasn’t opposed to it if it was something Atlas wanted to do.
“I’m nervous, but I’d like to try it with you.” I paused, then added, “Just…go slowly, please. I’ve never, um, done anything back there before.”
Atlas’ eyes went wide. “Wait, are you saying you’d bottom for me?”
My face went hot. “Is that the one who, um, takes it up the ass?”
I realized I should have done more research on relationships between men, but I was too embarrassed. The only experience I’d had was with Angelina, and it wasn’t like we were experimental in the bedroom. And I really couldn’t have imagined I’d be in a relationship with a man one day.
I hadn’t expected to be with anyone at all after Angelina left me, but then Atlas came into my life.
Atlas’ cheeks were stretched wide with a grin, and I tried to push away the fear that I wasn’t enough. That he’d want someone with more experience.
Atlas walked me backward until the back of my knees hit his bed. He slowly sat me down and crawledonto my lap. It seemed to be one of his favorite positions, which worked just as well for me. I liked having him close to me like this.
“Yes. The bottom is the one being penetrated, and the top does the penetrating,” Atlas explained. I nodded and memorized these new-to-me terms.
“So, you’d really want to bottom for me?” Atlas asked again, his pretty eyelashes flashing at me.
It was too dark to see his expression clearly, but I could make out his easy smile.
“Is that not what you meant? I didn’t want to assume just because you’re the smaller one that you would be the, um, bottom,” I said, feeling stupid. I wished I were more experienced for him.
I didn’t know if he sensed my emotions, but Atlas kissed me so hard I couldn’t think, even if I wanted to. I was breathless when the kiss ended, and he was smiling like he was proud of himself.
“I don’t mind topping if you want to try it, but I’m what you call a power bottom,” he said and swiped his shirt over his head.
“I’m not sure I know what that is.”
My hand automatically found its way to his chest. He kept it smooth by waxing. A “monthly maintenance,” was what he’d told me.
I’d caught him waxing himself in the bathroom one time when he’d forgotten to lock the door. It was when we’d first started living together. I’d stayed up all night thinking about his smooth chest, confused bythe feelings seeing another man’s naked chest evoked in me. And now I could touch him as much as I wanted.
Except Atlas climbed off my legs again, and my hands fell to my sides. He kicked off his pants, and I held my breath as he slid his briefs off.
In the dark, I couldn’t see much besides the faint outline of Atlas’ erection, but I knew from our previous times together that his cock was a sensual shade of pink and completely hairless from his monthly waxing maintenance. It was so different from mine.
Atlas opened my legs and fell onto his knees between them. “It means I like to be penetrated”—he undid the button of my jeans and released my hard cock from its constraints—“but I like to be in control.”
He gave me a singular long stroke before pressing a wet kiss to my dick. Precum slid down my length, and he used it as lube.
“You think you’ll be okay with that?” Atlas asked, stroking me until my entire length was wet with my precum.
Then, as if that wasn’t enough torture, his tongue replaced his hand in one long motion. He moaned like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
My breathing was ragged. I couldn’t get the air in fast enough, and if he’d been expecting an answer from me, he was going to be disappointed.
“Hector?” He pressed a kiss to my head and practically purred my name.
