“You’re, uh… you’re very responsive,” Brent said. “That’s kinda…”
“Hot?” Riley offered.
“Intense,” Brent responded.
“Good intense?” Riley arched his back, giving Brent the opportunity to slide his fingers in further and moaning low and needy as he did. Brent felt so good. So much better than he’d imagined.
“Yeah.” Brent swallowed so hard that Riley could hear it without even needing to look up at him. “It’s… I wasn’t expecting…”
“Tell me,” Riley encouraged, wanting Brent to feel comfortable with him. If he couldn’t give Brent anything else, he could give him that.
“I wasn’t expecting to really get off on this,” Brent admitted softly. “I was expecting it to be comforting, but not… not like this.”
Riley bit down on his lip, barely suppressing a whimper. He knew he needed to be responsible right now, protect Brent’s heart as well as his own, but this was all his Christmases coming at once.
“Do you need to slow down?” Riley asked, his voice rough with arousal.
“No,” Brent swallowed again. “I just… I wanted you to know.”
“You’re so sweet.” Riley chuckled. “It’s okay that you’re enjoying yourself. You’re supposed to. It’s okay if we have really great sex, I promise.”
Brent huffed, slipping a third finger inside Riley, stretching him wider. The burn didn’t last as long this time, the fullness of Brent’s fingers overriding everything else. Riley’s cock twitched as Brent stroked his insides, as his balls caught on Brent’s wrist and rolled back and forth with the motion of his hand.
“I dunno aboutgreatsex. I don’t think I’m that good.”
“I think you are,” Riley said. “But I’m a little biased.”
“You’ve also got most of my hand in your ass,” Brent pointed out. “So you gotta be nice to me.”
Riley laughed, rocking back against Brent’s fingers. He’d always hoped it’d be like this between them. A little intense, but mostly fun and easy. Awkward in the perfect way that could only happen between friends. Real, lifelong friends.
“Ready for more?” Brent murmured, twisting his fingers inside Riley like a pro. He’d always been a fast learner, and he was clearly enjoying the way Riley gasped and writhed against his hand, rocking his hips, right on the edge of begging.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Riley panted, his lungs tight. He could have laid there and let Brent stretch him all night, except that he really,reallywanted Brent’s cock.
He hadn’t forgotten how gorgeous it was. How thick and beautifully curved, perfect for this. His balls ached at the thought of it, the knowledge of how it’d fill him up, of how satisfying it was going to be.
“You could’ve asked first,” Brent pointed out.
Riley shook his head. “No, this is for you. Whatever you want. I’m here to make you feel better.”
Brent paused, reaching out to touch Riley’s knee with his free hand. “But… you’re enjoying it, right? Because I really don’t want to use you.”
Riley made a soft, sympathetic noise and lifted his hand to place it on top of Brent’s. “Look at me for a second and tell me if I’m enjoying it.”
Brentdidlook at him, his gaze roving down from Riley’s face, over his flushed, heaving chest, down to where his cock was achingly hard and dripping precome on his stomach. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
“I never noticed how pretty you are before,” Brent said softly.
Riley bit his lip, committing that to memory. He’d always have that. He’d always have this one time, and yeah, he was enjoying it.
“I’mdefinitelyenjoying it now that you’re breaking out the compliments.” Riley grinned. “Come on. You’re a beautiful man, and I like you. OfcourseI’m enjoying it.”
“Beautiful?” Brent asked, so much cautious hope in his eyes.
Riley wished he could call him beautiful all the time. Brent clearly needed to hear it more often.
“Yes,” Riley said. He couldn’t bring himself to turn it into a joke, though that might have been easier for both of them.
