Trial and error had taught them that it was easier if Tanner wasn’t putting weight on his bad leg, so they stretched out on the bed facing each other. Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room as Lance began running his hands over Tanner’s chest and abs while kissing his neck.
“Lie back,” Lance ordered, then nipped Tanner’s ear playfully.
Tanner looked at him curiously and then dropped back against the pillows, legs dropping open, his cock painfully hard.
Leaning over him, Lance slowly moved down his body, each kiss more languid and teasing than the last.
As his mouth kept Tanner distracted, his hands reached for the waistband of Tanner’s underwear, easing them down and then tossing them over his shoulder. Only the nightlight was on, casting a warm glow over Tanner’s skin. As Lance increased his efforts to please Tanner, he could feel his own dick plumping up and sought relief by gently rubbing himself back and forth against Tanner. As his dick began leaking pre-cum onto Tanner’s hip, he increased his rocking motion, planning some ways to take both of them to the edge together. If he did this just right, they would go off like Roman candles at the same time. He smiled to himself as he got busy.
Tanner hissed as Lance’s hand grazed his cock. He hadn’t intended to tease him this way, but he loved the way Tanner’s body contracted beneath him. Every muscle tight and responsive to Lance’s touch. With a chuckle, he took Tanner in hand, squeezing gently. Tanner’s cock stiffened even further, like smooth velvet over steel. Lance began to move his hand up and down, while running his beard over Tanner’s neck and chest, relishing Tanner’s moans of pleasure. He ran his thumb across the head, spreading the precum down the shaft, continuing to move his hand up and down at a slowly escalating pace.
Feeling himself approaching release, Lance sat up and used his free hand to fondle Tanner’s balls, finding them heavy and full. He cupped and squeezed them firmly, eliciting a high-pitched cry of “Oh, God, don’t stop!” Lance almost came right then and there.
“Fuck—Lance—please,” Tanner cried out in pained pleasure. Lance chuckled, as he licked and kissed Tanner’s chest while firmly jacking him off. By the time he’d licked down the length of Tanner’s happy trail, he’d added a slight twist to his wrist, making Tanner gasp and groan even louder.
“Oh, fuck, baby!” Tanner was reduced to babbling as Lance placed one last kiss to the edge of Tanner’s pelvic bone. He glanced up then, stilling his hands momentarily. Tanner’s eyes opened in shock at this disruption of his pleasure, but then his eyes closed again when Lance lowered his head to Tanner’s cock and licked the tip once before wrapping his lips firmly around the head. Tanner’s back arched with the intensity of this new sensation when Lance’s mouth joined the party. He chuckled as he traveled up and down on Tanner’s cock, working the base with his hand. He sped up and increased the suction, alternating that with licking up the length of Tanner’s shaft in time with his firm strokes. Tanner was reduced to guttural moans by the time Lance had exhausted his reserve of ideas. Tanner’s right hand grabbed at Lance in warning, something unintelligible that only encouraged Lance to work him harder. Tanner came in his mouth a second later, and Lance—who was still a newbie at this—proudly swallowed every drop. It was too much—a lot more than Lance could handle—as it triggered his own powerful release. He moaned and shuddered with pleasure as he pulled off Tanner and fell to the side.
Breathing heavily, Tanner stared blankly at the ceiling.
“You alright?” Lance asked, not really worried so much as just puzzled by the silence of his—boyfriend? Lover?
“Alright?” Tanner asked, like he’d forgotten what the word meant. “I don’t—” he swallowed audibly and grunted. “Think I forgot my fucking name there for a second,” he confessed with a laugh. Lance snickered while stretching out next to Tanner and resting a hand on his chest. Humming with contentment, he shut his eyes and just—breathed the other man in, enjoying the afterglow.
“Your mouth—” Tanner stopped and sighed with pleasure. “You’re way too good at that.”
Lance cracked one eye open and smiled faintly.
“My ex didn’t think so,” Lance whispered. Tanner rolled his eyes and moved towards Lance, cupping the back of his head and leaning in for a kiss.
“Your ex looked a bit stuck up, in my opinion,” Tanner stated flatly, and Lance had to laugh at that because—yeah, it was true.
“I don’t want to talk about my ex.” Lance reached for Tanner’s ass and gave it a firm squeeze. Tanner yelped in surprise and retaliated by pinching Lance’s hip. Then he sat back and gazed at Lance thoughtfully.
“What? You look like my brother when he’s trying to con me into something—” Lance looked suspicious as he eased back a few inches.
“I want to try something,” Tanner said hesitantly.
Lance wondered if this was another one of Tanner’s branching out experiences. In that case, he couldn’t wait to get started.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” Lance said, letting the warmth of his voice and his roaming hands reassure his lover that whatever he wanted to do was fine with him. More than fine, actually. “What do you want, T? Anything at all. I’ll give you anything you want,” Lance assured him, voice low and sultry, as his hands skimmed teasingly over Tanner’s body.
In response, Tanner reached for Lance’s hand, placing it firmly between his ass cheeks and gliding it downward until the tips of Lance’s fingers encountered hard plastic.
Startled when he realized what Tanner had done, Lance was wide-eyed with amazement.
“Holy shit!” Lance said, his heart hammering with excitement. “Are you sure you want to go there?” He prayed hard that Tanner was truly ready to take this next step. He’d love to be with Tanner this way, but he needed him to be sure.
“Fuck yes,” Tanner replied with a firm nod, gazing at him hungrily. “We need lube.”
He laughed as Lance enthusiastically leaped from the bed, nearly bouncing Tanner off onto the floor. Raiding the nightstand for condoms and lube, he grabbed the supplies and turned back to Tanner, now stretched out, legs parted invitingly while lazily stroking himself back to hardness.
“I think it’ll be easier this way—” Tanner suggested with a shy, uncertain smile.
Wordlessly, Lance pressed a kiss to Tanner’s lips again as his hands travelled to his ass. He found the flared base of the butt plug and gently pulled it out just as he sharply nipped Tanner’s bottom lip. Tanner arched off the bed with a strangled moan.
“No wonder you sucked at bowling with something that big lodged in your ass,” Lance said, surprising himself and Tanner with his crude frankness. Tanner barked out a laugh and lightly slapped Lance’s chest in reprimand.
“Shut up and fuck me already!”
