He wanted Brent closer, but he didn’t know how to ask. He wanted to dig his fingers into Brent’s back, meet every one of his thrusts, pant and moan into his ear, tug on his hair…
He wanted all of it. Everything Brent had to offer.
But this wasn’t about him.
“Ready when you are,” Riley prodded, eager to get Brent to move. His cock was leaking on his stomach, his thighs were tight, arousal coiled in his gut. The shape of Brent’s cock inside him was so perfect, so satisfying that it was taking all his willpower not to flip them over and ride Brent until he begged for mercy.
That wasn’t quite what Brent needed right now, though.
Brent’s fingers tensed on his shoulder as he gave his hips another tiny, experimental roll. Riley barely stopped himself from rocking back against him, meeting his thrust to spur him on, make him go harder and faster.
Brent needed time, and Riley knew that. He didn’t want this to be over too fast, but at the same time, he couldn’t wait for Brent to come inside him, his cock twitching, his breath coming in short, sharp pants.
Riley shifted the leg Brent had pulled over his hip earlier, using it to urge him closer. He groaned low in the back of his throat as Brent shifted, brushing a spot inside him that made stars explode behind Riley’s eyelids. The feeling made Riley squirm, spread his legs wider, shift his hips so he could have just a little more, arousal making his skin tingle, searing heat building deep in his stomach.
He didn’t remember closing his eyes, but he had to force them open again to look up at Brent’s face. His eyes were wide and dark, his cheeks flushed, lips parted softly.
Nothing Riley had ever imagined even came close to the real thing.
“Come here,” Riley said, reaching out to put his hand on Brent’s cheek, hoping he’d come closer.
The change in position bent Riley practically in two as he locked his ankles at the small of Brent’s back, but he hadn’t spent hours upon hours of his life practicing yoga for nothing. Sometimes, his quirks had other advantages.
No one really thought about it until they could do this to him without him complaining.
Brent didn’t seem to notice, too busy leaning closer to kiss Riley, sucking on his lower lip, biting down just enough for Riley to feel it. That made Riley rock his hips, rubbing his cock against Brent’s stomach and leaving a sticky trail in his wake.
Brent moved the hand that had been on Riley’s hip to the headboard, bracing himself against it and rocking his hips again, building an agonizingly slow rhythm between them, rocking Riley back and forth.
“You’re so gentle,” Riley said, unable to hide his delight. Of course Brent was gentle. Riley had always known he would be. “You don’t have to be.”
“Just warming you up.” Brent murmured, resting his forehead against Riley’s. “Unless you’re in a hurry?”
Riley chuckled. “I wanna come so bad,” he admitted. “But don’t speed up on my account.”
Brent hummed, rocking his hips just a little harder, grunting with the effort. Riley knew that if he wanted to be forceful, he wouldn’t have any trouble. Brent was a big guy, heavy and muscular.
Even though they were going slowly and carefully, Riley could feel his arousal building, the first tingling of an orgasm starting in his inner thighs, at the base of his spine.
He gasped as Brent shifted, the angle of his cock changing again, his hips rocking just a little faster. This wasn’t the frantic, needy sex he’d always imagined his first time with Brent would be, but it was wonderful.
The low, slow burn of arousal was making his skin feel tight, beads of sweat tickling as they rolled down the back of his neck.
“More,” Riley whined, not even sure himself what he was asking for. All he knew was that he wanted more of this, more of Brent, as much as he could get.
Brent sped up again, his thrusts making the mattress squeak under them, the wood of the bedframe straining. Riley was confident it would hold—he was confident it had seen worse. The sound was soothing, rhythmic, perfectly lined up with the sound of Brent’s harsh breaths, the way Riley’s pulse was pounding in his ears.
The urge to come started in the pit of Riley’s stomach, but he held it back, forcing himself to take a few deep breaths. He wasn’t ready yet. He needed so much more of Brent.
Riley wrapped his arms around Brent, dug his fingers deep into his back, his nails digging in. He’d leave scratches, and he knew it, and hewantedit. Wanted to leave a mark on Brent, some evidence that they’d done this, that they’d had this, even if it was only one time.
How was he supposed to give this up after one time? It felt so good, soright, like everything Riley had been waiting for all this time was coming true.
“Riley,” Brent panted in his ear. “Riley, I’m gonna…”
Riley nodded eagerly. He knew what Brent was about to say. He was ready to come, too, overwhelmed by how good this felt, how amazing it was to be this close to Brent, his cock catching on the soft skin of Brent’s belly as they rocked together.
He shoved his hand between them to help himself along, wanting to come as close as possible to Brent. Wanting to come while Brent was still inside him, still filling him up, making him feel complete in a way he’d never even known to look for before now.
