My heart fluttered, nerves crashing into my bravado and knocking it flat. There was something I wanted. Something that would pull us even closer. I just didn’t know how to say it.
“I...” My voice trailed off. I dropped my gaze to his chest, heat flooding my cheeks.
Bodhi reached up and caught my chin, tipping my face back until I had no choice but to meet his eyes. The intensity there made me want to squirm.
“Say what’s on your mind, Iggy,” he murmured, voice rough, thick with want.
I licked my lips. “I—can I...” I took a steadying breath. “Can I fuck you?”
Bodhi lifted his legs, planting his feet on the mattress on either side of my thighs, and his grin spread wide.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
My breath hitched. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss as I rolled my hips forward. We both moaned when our hard cocks brushed together, slick with precum.
With restraint I didn’t know I possessed—restraint I definitely hadn’t had the night before—I broke the kiss.
“Lube and condoms?” I asked, breathless.
Bodhi nodded towards the left side of the bed. I spotted his backpack and leaned over, rummaging inside before returning with what I needed. I dropped them beside us and pushed up onto my knees between his legs. He spread them wider, deliberately, giving me a perfect view of himself laid open for me.
I ran my hands down his thighs and shifted until I was lying on my stomach between them. My tongue traced the seam of his balls, slow and teasing. Bodhi moaned, hips twitching as I kissed my way down his taint, towards his crease. I spread his cheeks with my thumbs and finally got a proper look at him.
I lavished his hole with attention, kissing and sucking, feeling the muscles soften beneath my mouth.
“Mmf—Iggy,” Bodhi groaned, fingers digging into the mattress. “Shit.”
He rolled his hips, chasing my mouth, pressing closer. When I glanced up, his head was thrown back, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut. I stiffened my tongue and pushed forward,slipping past his rim. Bodhi gasped, a broken sound, his pleas tumbling out between breaths.
Saliva dripped down my chin as I worked my tongue in and out, loving the way his body writhed beneath me.
“Iggy,” he moaned, voice cracking. “More. Please—I need more.”
I pulled back and reached for the lube, warming a small amount between my fingers before bringing my hand back to his hole. I teased him with my index finger, pressing lightly, withdrawing again before fully breaching him.
“Don’t tease me,” he complained, eyes wild, cheeks flushed.
I couldn’t help the smirk that curved my mouth. “Sucks when you don’t get what you want, huh?”
Bodhi laughed, breathless and wrecked. “You’re incorrigible.”
His laugh broke into a quiet gasp when I finally let my finger slip inside him. I moved slowly at first, gentle, enjoying the heat and the way his body welcomed me. Like it recognised my touch. Bodhi hummed, low and needy, and it wasn’t long before he was pressing down, chasing the sensation, trying to fuck himself on my finger.
“More, Iggy,” he rasped. “Please.”
His impatience made me want to draw it out, to tease him until he begged properly. But the part of me aching to be inside him won out, and when I added a second finger, the decision was made.
I scissored them carefully, stretching him, preparing him for my cock. I didn’t know how often Bodhi bottomed, and the last thing I wanted was to hurt him by rushing. Still, the moment I slipped in a third finger, he growled and pushed himself up onto his elbows.
“I’m ready,” he bit out, jaw tight.
I curled my fingers, searching, and when I found the soft, spongy spot inside him, his entire body jolted. His head dropped back like he couldn’t hold it up anymore. His cock twitched against his stomach, precum spilling messily over his dark happy trail. Every press made his abs tense, thighs tremble, his whole body wound tight, stretched to the brink.
“Fuck me already!” he cried when I hit it again.
I grinned at his desperation and withdrew my fingers, wiping them on the sheets. I tore open the condom with my teeth and rolled it on, and Bodhi sighed in contentment when I crawled forward and notched myself at his entrance.
He threaded his fingers into my hair, fisting it, tugging me closer. “Fucking finally,” he breathed.
