My mouth follows the line of his tattoo, the intricate webs and insects crawling up his side like living art. I lick along the inked paths, tasting, lapping over his skin, and Salt arches slightly, a low moan escaping him.
Then, unhurriedly, I nuzzle into the crease where thigh meets hip, breathing him in. Fresh and fruity, aroused, with that new, candy-sweet note underneath.
"Oh, Eliano…" he breathes out, his voice husky.
I dip lower, spreading his thighs wider, and give his hole a teasing lick, flat-tongued and wet, circling the relaxed dark pink pucker. He tastes clean, with a hint of honey, as his slick starts to flow. I can see small rivulets on his ass cheeks. I linger there for a moment before moving up, drawing a long, wet line along the underside of his shaft and finishing by wrapping my lips tightly around the head of his cock.
Salt gasps sharply as I suck him in, my mouth working around his length. I bob slowly, taking him deeper with each pass, my tongue swirling over the soft, sensitive tissue. His hips buck once, but I pin them down with my right hand, keeping it teasing, not pushing him over the edge yet. He whimpers, fingers threading into my hair, giving a short, impatient tug that carries a bite of pain.
Releasing him with a wet pop, I trail kisses up his torso, making a longer stop on his nipples. They're larger than most betas, which is extremely… arousing for me, dark pink and swollen, begging for attention. I latch onto one, sucking hard while pinching the other between my fingers, rolling it firmly. Salt cries out, his back bowing off the bed, a mix of whine and moan spilling from his lips.
"Fuck—yes, like that," he pants, his body writhing under the sweet torture. I switch sides, tugging gently with my teeth, then soothing with laps of my tongue, drawing out those desperate sounds until he trembles.
Moving to his neck, I easily locate the scent glands there, I can swear they’re slightly swollen, which is another peculiar thing. Without making any comments, I suck on them, mouthing the sensitive skin, not biting for now, just small nips, marking him only by leaving hickeys. Salt’s hands clutch at my shoulders, his fingers and nails digging in, his breaths coming in ragged bursts.
I claim his mouth again, the kiss deeper this time, tongues tangling around that piercing. The cool metal contrasts with the heat of him, making me groan into the kiss as I grind my cock against his thigh.
Breaking away, I reach for the lube on the nightstand.
Seeing it, Salt murmurs, "I don’t need it, Eliano. I’ve been producing a lot of slick lately." His voice is low, but there’s a thread of nerves beneath it.
"I know," I reply softly, squeezing some onto my fingers anyway. "But it's our first time. I want it to be perfect."
He doesn't argue, just watches with wide eyes as I slick my fingers, lean down, and press one against his entrance. It slides in easily, his slick already prepping the way, the lube only building up on it, and I curl my finger to brush his prostate. Salt keens, his cock twitching, a fresh bead of pre-cum leaking out.
I add a second finger, scissoring gently, massaging that spot until he's moaning soft, needy sounds, which makes my own arousal spike.
"You're so tight," I whisper, kissing his jaw. "Gonna feel amazing around me."
Finally, I withdraw my fingers and position myself between his legs, rolling on a condom with slightly shaky hands since it’s the first time I’ve ever done this. The feeling of the rubber on my cock is peculiar, tight and a bit cool, since it’s an unusually thick, cheap one, but it’s for the best, so I quickly try to move past the sensation.
Salt’s eyes lock on mine intensely, his chest heaving with anticipation and a hint of nerves. I line up, the thick head of my cock nudging his hole, pressing just enough to let him feel my presence, to prep him mentally.
"Look at me," I murmur, holding his gaze as I start to push in, slowly, super slowly, the broad tip breaching him with a gradual force.
But it looks… crazy. My dick head is very massive, and his entrance looks so strained that all the small folds are actually flattened, resembling the pink, thin rubber about to snap.
He tenses, a sharp inhale escaping him as my girth begins to inch in. His cheeks flush a deep red, eyes widening, but there's no mistaking the way his cock twitches against his belly, hard and leaking more pre-cum. It's as if he's caught between pleasure and pain, teetering on the very thin line.
"Breathe, Salt," I soothe, freezing in place after just the first two inches. I lean down, pressing lazy kisses along his neck, nipping lightly at his glands to distract him, my free hand stroking his thigh in soothing circles, wandering up toward his ribs and nipples, pulling on them. His hands grip my arms, nails digging in, his breathing deep but shaky. Finally, after a solid minute or two, he nods. I can see the mix of strain and excitement in his face, the way his lips part, his eyes open wide.
"Okay?" I ask softly, still holding his eyes.
He nods again, whispering, "Yeah… keep going."
Still incredibly slow, I ease forward another inch, the heat of him clenching around me like a vice, so fucking tight, sends sparks up my spine in a strangely intense way. Fuck, how is this possible? I get the impression I’m about to come on the spot. So I pause there, breathing through it, as much to let him adjust as to steady myself, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly. His face is redder now, a beautiful blush spreading even to his ears. Despite the tension, his hips shift subtly, as if seeking more.
"Damn, do you have to be so thick?" he mutters, his voice turning into a rough whine, but there's no real complaint in it, just breathless awe mixed with that feigned grumble.
His eyes flicker down to where we're joined, then back up to mine, seemingly fighting his arousal. But I can feel his slick easing the way, his body betraying how much he wants this, even as he ‘protests’. It only makes me harder, knowing he's turned on by the intense stretch.
I stroke his side, whispering, "You're doing so good, baby. Just breathe through it."
Salt growls, "I swear, if you say that again…"
"Say what?" I mumble, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on his neck gland.
"Just stop with the breathing thing. You try breathing through it!"
