“Si—” he choked out.
I looked at him, and I saw it in his eyes. I knew Cal. I knew him better than myself at one point, and in this moment, I knew exactly what he was feeling.
“I need you,” he gasped. “I need you to be the one in control—I need—”
I kissed him again, sealing his words, knowing this is what he needed. Not my submission to him, but my absolute devotion.
“I’ve got you,” I said through broken kisses. “I’ve always got you.”
“Lube—blue bottle—nightstand,” he panted as I bit at his neck. I knew there would be a bruise there in the morning, and I didn’t fucking care.
I groaned as I pulled away and fumbled to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube and coming back to him.
Before I leaned back down to devour his mouth again, I admired him for a moment. Taking in the beauty of him. How much I missed him. How I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Are you clean?” I asked, my voice rough.
He nodded, eyes hazy. “I got tested last month when they did the routine ones for work… I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. Didn’t have time.”
“Same, just got tested.” I assured him. “Haven’t been with anyone in a year.”
No other words were needed. We needed this. No barriers. Nothing between us. Just us, entirely.
Cal watched me, his chest heaving, his legs falling open in surrender.
I moved slow. I didn’t rush this. Even though every instinct in my body was screaming to bury myself inside him, I knew he needed time. I didn’t know how long it had been for him, but I knew it was only the second time ever with me.
I slicked my fingers with the lube, sliding one inside him, stretching him, watching his face contort between pleasure and discomfort.
“Relax,” I murmured, kissing his inner thigh. “I’ve got you. Just breathe.”
“Silas,” he whimpered, his hips bucking impatiently against my hand. “Please.”
When he was ready, I lined up. I pressed the head of my cock against him, and Cal let out a shaky exhale, his head falling back into the pillows.
I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling him completely.
“Oh god,” Cal groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes. “Si…”
“Breathe,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss his chest, feeling his heart hammering against my lips. “I’m right here.”
When I finally seated myself fully to the hilt, Cal let out a raw, shattered sound of pure relief.
“Fuck, Silas!” he cried out, his hands flying to grip the sheets, clutching them like a lifeline.
I lifted his leg and rested his ankle on my shoulder, kissing the side of his calf as I rolled my hips gently, giving him time to adjust to the intrusion.
He let out a gasp as his back arched in pleasure when I picked up the pace, my nails digging into his hips.
Cal’s cock was rock hard, twitching with excitement against his stomach the harder I went, the faster I went, a bead of precum forming at the tip.
“Fuck, I’ve needed you,” I gritted out, snapping my hips into him with fluid, powerful thrusts. “I never—stopped—needing you.”
“Oh fuck, baby,” he cried, his voice high and wrecked.
I dropped his leg from my shoulder. He wrapped his legs around my waist, locking his ankles together at the small of my back, pulling me down until there was zero space between us. He trapped me there, inside him, safe.
I held his weight, keeping myself propped up on my forearms so I could look at him. I set a rhythm that started slow, rolling my hips, hitting that spot that made his toes curl.
