Magnus wails. “Oh fuck! Trent! I’m almost there. I might come. You gotta stop!”
Reluctantly, I pull away, caressing his ass cheeks and showing his wet hole to the camera. Future Trent is going to love this. My cock is so hard right now. I want to shove it in and pound him until we’re both covered in cum, but that’s not what Future Trent is going to want to see this time. This is me making Magnus feel as special and loved as possible.
“Deep breaths, baby. I’m going to loosen you up with my fingers, if that’s ok.” Gotta check to make sure that stop was just for the tonguing, but I’m not worried; Magnus wants this as much as I do.
He takes a few deep breaths while I grab the lube, then nods. “Ok. Thank you. I’m ready.”
I kiss his ass, open-mouth, biting him gently as I crack the lube open and give it a little squeeze onto my fingers. “Good boy,” I mutter to us both.
Magnus sighs with relief as I push two fingers into him. He already did some stretching, and he takes my fingers without a whisper of a complaint. I watch them slide into him, fixated on the pulse and stretch of his muscles. It’s surreal for a moment, realizing I’m here now when less than a year ago I hadn’t even considered sex with another man as an option.
“I’m so goddamn lucky,” I growl, spreading my fingers bit by bit.
“You?” Magnus laughs, whipping his face around over his shoulder to look at me.
He’s flushed, his pupils are blown out, and his smile is a little slack. “I’m the one getting my ass played with.”
“The pleasure is not all yours,” I assure him, rising up enough that he can see me stroke my steel hard cock.
Magnus groans, dropping his head below his shoulders again. “I’m going to die before you get that in me.”
I laugh, nipping his ass before pushing my third finger into him. I don’t have an unmanageably huge dick, and he probably doesn’t need three fingers to take me if he wanted to stretch on my cock, but I’m enjoying playing with him. I’m not trying to make him uncomfortable or push him too far, so I’m only letting my finger brush over his prostate instead of trying to massage it. I figure we can get the angle right with my cock when I’m in him, and that thought spurs me on.
I give him a few not-too-gentle thrusts with my hand before pulling out to watch that little gap close ever so slowly. If Magnus was the one watching, he’d be absolutely transfixed, and he’d say something about not getting to see an anus this close very often. I suppose one day he’ll have his chance. Probably.
I lube my dick up, and then, with some softly spoken instructions, I resettle Magnus on his back with a pillow under his ass. I mentally apologize to the subs who won’t be getting a back view of this, but the camera above us is angled perfectly, so they’ll just have to make do.
I push his legs up, and he grabs the backs of his knees, watching me with those huge eyes of his. I lean back so the camera can see this moment, then brush the head of my cock over his hole. “Yes?” I confirm, because: consent, and Magnus nods eagerly.
“Please!” he demands.
I lock eyes with him as I slowly push into him. It’s an intrusion, and I watch the momentary discomfort on Magnus’s face disappear as I slide further in, pressing my hips to his ass. His jaw goes slack and his grip on his legs loosens, so I take hold of them for him.
He wraps his hands around my wrists, reopening his eyes, rasping out his demand; “Please move.”
I love the combination of needy excitement and demanding. I pull back and push my cock back into him, and another core memory is formed as he exclaims, “Oh fuck! Do that again!”
So I do. Over and over, watching my husband’s pleasure and taking my own from him. He’s beautiful, gorgeous to watch, and almost magical. He responds to each of my movements with demands for more. I’ve never been with a lover like him, and I’m giddy that I get to have him forever. He suddenly reaches for his cock, “Trent!” he cries, demanding my attention on the part of him that we’ve both been ignoring this entire time.
I push his hand back to his own leg, adjust us with a pull of his hips, and then take him in hand, shuttling my hand over his cock as I give in to the need to fuck him hard and fast. He cries out as he comes, shooting spunk all over his chest all the way up to his chin. The sensation of his orgasm around my dicksends me straight over the edge with him. The first jet of my cum lands inside him, but I pull out and aim the rest onto his asshole, moving both of my hands in the same rhythm up and down our cocks.
It’s a sight to behold, our orgasms, our first time making love like this. It’s the beginning, the first of many to come. I smear my cum around the wrinkled bud and push it into him as I consider how long it’s going to take me to recover from this orgasm.
“I bet I can go again in an hour.” I tell his ass.
Magnus laughs. I look up to find him looking at me with pure love and a healthy amount of desire. “You can have my ass as often as you want it,” he promises.
I move up his body, resting on my elbows as he cradles me with his legs. I lean down and kiss the man I’m going to love for the rest of our lives. “Thank you,” I murmur when I release his lips. “I love you.”
He caresses my face and pulls me down for another sweet kiss. “Thank you, too, and I love you, too. And I really need some Sprite. I am craving it right now for some reason.”
I laugh at my husband, lift up onto my knees, and help him up. “Let’s get you hydrated for round two.”
Magnus’s smile is blinding. “We are going to have so much sex,” he predicts, and my brain immediately agrees.
Fuck yes.
Epilogue
