"No. I want to eat your hole."
His mouth falls open, but when he recovers, he gulps and moves off me. "How do you want to do it?"
"Get on your back. Lift your legs in the air."
He grins, doing just that. "Yes, sir."
I pull his jeans off him and throw them onto the floor. I do the same with his boxer briefs until my best friend's ass is exposed for my viewing pleasure.
"So pretty," I murmur, crouching down beside it. Smooth, pale, and irresistible. I can't control myself and bite it with no teeth. Just lips. Then tongue. Then one finger on each side to stretch him out so I can make out with the gape.
Along the way, I spit on my fingers as I work them inside, one at a time, twisting, flicking, spreading to a chorus of moans, groans, and 'Shit, yeahs.'
But spit ain't gonna cut it for what I want to do next, so I shuffle over to the bedside drawer and pull out a bottle of lube.
Rein chuckles.
"What?" I ask.
"You always had lube in your bedside drawer."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I used to check when I came over." He makes my duh face at me. The audacity of this man.
"Where do you keep yours?"
"Bathroom cabinet."
"My way is more handy."
He thinks it over for a beat, grinning the whole time, and, fuck, I am so in love with him it's ridiculous. "True."
I pour lube into my palm and spread some over his pink hole before sliding the rest up and down my rock-hard cock.
"You ready for this?" I ask.
He swings his arms over my neck and draws me down close to him. "So ready."
I make sure my dick is angled right and in position before bringing both hands to his face as I slowly slide into him. His green eyes sparkle in the low light of the room, his breath pushing out of him in slow bursts as I sink farther in.
"This good?" I check.
His eyes roll into the back of his head. "So gooood."
I keep going until I'm fully seated in him, then I just stay there, wrapped up in the warmth of his body, his face inches away from mine, an easy half smile playing on his lips. It's impossible to describe what this moment feels like. It's nothing like I imagined it would be, probably because all of my fantasies were a collage of porno scenes I superimposed onto us.
But that's not who we are, so of course it won't be how we make love. We're us, and this moment right here is so perfect and peaceful I never want it to end.
"Um, excuse me. Impatient bottom down here, wanting to get fuc—er, made love to."
"Right. Of course." I smile and oblige, rocking my hips.
Rein's channel is tight, so I go slow at first, only speeding up when I get the sense he's ready for more. By which I mean, he digs his nails into my biceps and pleads, "Give me more, Beau."
So I give him more.
I give him everything I have in me. I give him all the love and wanting and desire I've kept bottled up inside me for decades. I give him my dick in every position on the bed, on the floor, against the wall. I give him everything I have until I have no more left to give.
