I take my finger out, then pour more lube, and push in again. I curl my finger to—
“Fuck, that’s—Fuck,” Nicholas moans.
The next time I push inside him, I add another finger. It goes easily enough. While I slowly mouth at the head of his cock.
He looks tense, his body held by a hair-trigger, but he is taking my fingers well enough. When two fingers go in easily, I add another one while putting pressure against his prostate.
“Too much?”
“No, no, I’m ready.Fuck me,” he whispers.
I pull down my underwear that now has a prominent wet spot and put on the condom.
He turns and gets on his hands and knees.
I position myself against his wet hole, dripping for me. I move my hand gently up and down his back as I push in slowly.
The tightest heat wraps around me, choking my cock. I take a deep breath, so I don’t embarrass myself.
When I’m sure I won’t blow in under a minute, I slowly pull out and push back in.
Nicholas is silent, his deep, heavy breath the only evidence he’s affected by this. He's neverthisquiet in bed.
“You okay?” I ask, my breath just as heavy.
He nods low.
“We can stop if you want,” I offer, panicked.
“No—Jesus, Elliot. Don’t you dare,” he warns.
Well, that’s good enough for me. I pull out slowly, pushing in small thrusts until I’m completely seated.
Once my cock glides easily into him, I set a slow rhythm. I push into him again and again. I drop a kiss on his back, and he turns to look at me.
“I—I get the appeal now,” he breathes out.
I snort.
After a few thrusts, he becomes more vocal, more him.
“Fuck, yes, Elliot, that's so good. You'resogood at this.”
I push in harder and faster, his encouragement heating my body. My dick is ready to blow up. When I feel a shock rip through me, I move my hand around to take his dick into my hand.
I jerk him off, matching the pace of my thrust. He comes into my hand, groaning loudly. His body slumps on the bed.
I follow, spilling into the condom. I crash into him.
I wait for my breath to calm down before slipping out and disposing of the condom. I clean myself up in the bathroom and bring Nicholas a wet washcloth because,manners.
He cleans himself while I lie down beside him on my back.
He turns to face me. I turn too. “So, did you like it?” I ask.
“Fuck yeah. That wasamazing,” he says.
I blow out the breath I was holding. “Okay, so you like this more than the other thing?”
