We were so different, he and I: the beauty and the beast of our own story.
What sort of ending could we write with one another?
Our clothes slowly ended up on the floor as we made our way to the bedroom, one piece after another as we each undressed ourselves. The pace was slow, kisses peppering skin in between each article of clothing, but it was perfect for me. It gave me enough time to get used to the idea of being touched so intimately of my own accord.
I needed it, because as much as I wanted this, there were still parts of me that protested. I wasn’t gay. And I wasn’t. It was him and only him, and that… That was okay. I hadn’t expected it to be, but it was.
Finally, skin pressed against skin, and I could feel his length against my thigh. I both wanted to touch him and push him away, to feel its weight in my hand and refuse it all at once. I touched his chest instead, seeing where the scars continued from his face to his neck, then down to his shoulder blades and lower still.
He kissed my lips, then my chin, then my throat, and I bared it for him as the tingling sensation raced through mybody and left me breathless, helpless. He nudged me onto my back, and I didn’t resist even as he moved atop me. I looked up at him, trying to figure out just what was going on in my own mind and failing miserably.
There was no room for thinking, not then.
There was only room for kisses and touches, for softness and careful exploration. I gave myself over to him, little by little, bit by bit, until I was lost in the sensations.
He slowly started to move down, kissing his way down my chest, and my breath caught as he continued south. My cock twitched when his fingers wrapped around it, all too ready for more.
“Do you want this?” he asked as his tongue tasted the slit.
My hips jerked, shoving more into his hand, and he grinned at me.
“Do you like this?”
He kissed the tip of my cock then slowly started to take it into his mouth, so slowly I wanted to plead with him to do more. I bit my lip though, trying to enjoy the sensations instead of rushing through them.
“Yes,” I groaned, falling back on the bed as he enveloped my cock even more, taking me down in one smooth motion.
Fuck.
I was impressed, really. It had been hard as fuck for me to take him even a little bit of the way into my mouth, and there he was, every inch past his lips.
My hands fisted in the sheets, my eyes closing and my head thrown back, as he began to suck in earnest.
My girlfriend had been nothing in comparison to this.
I couldn’t help but compare them in that moment, her soft, almost obligatory touches with his full-on enthusiasm. It was impossible, but there we were, and the more heworked my cock with his lips and tongue, the closer I got to climax.
When I was on the precipice, I choked out, “About to?—”
He drew back, his hand sliding along my wet cock as he worked me toward climax.
I groaned, the feeling not as good but still wonderful, and I?—
I fell.
I flew.
When I opened my eyes, he was wiping his hand clean with a tissue. He smiled at me then tossed it into the wastebasket, coming back to kiss me.
Tasting myself on his lips wasn’t as odd as I might’ve thought, but I was definitely aware of it — especially as his tongue pressed at the seam of my lips, exploring my mouth. I could only moan against him, my body still feeling like it sparked with electricity from my orgasm.
When his hands slid along my arms, along my chest, it was all I could do to endure it in its intensity.
“I want you,” he said against my mouth before kissing me again, harder that time.
I froze, knowing what he meant and unsure of whether I could go there yet. But I remembered how good it had felt with the plug inside of me… “Okay,” I croaked.
“You don’t have to say yes,” he said, kissing my brow.
