Would it hurt? Would it feel good?
And then the explosion of sensation when he finally worked up the courage to justdoit. The rush of discovery, jerking himself off with one hand while he moved it inside him with the other, pushing it all the way to the base and writhing at the strangeness of it, shocked by the arousal, coming harder than he ever had before.
“Did you fall asleep?” Brent asked, snapping Riley out of his fantasy.
“No. I was just imagining you using this,” Riley said. “It was really hot. Was it really hot?”
“It took me like three times to actually put it in, but… yeah. Once I did it, it was really hot. Whole lot smaller than an actual dick, though.”
“Do you want me to use this instead? That could be fun.” Riley turned it over in his hand again, delighted by the fact that it was bright purple. He would have expected Brent to be a basic black kind of guy.
He might have known Brent better than anyone, but Brent was still capable of surprising him.
“I want you,” Brent said, his voice firm. “Your fingers, your cock. Please.”
Riley dropped the butt plug back in the drawer without a moment’s hesitation. “I’m all yours,” he promised, moving back to Brent’s side, pressing his chest to Brent’s back again.
“Goes both ways,” Brent said. “I’m all yours, too.”
“That’s borderline romantic.” Riley flicked open the lube, pouring a generous bead onto his fingers. Brent would need to go slow, but he was more than worth it.
“You don’t expect me to be romantic?” Brent asked.
Riley laughed softly, pressing his fingertip against Brent’s hole. Brent jerked away from the touch at first, but then relaxed again, his breathing deliberately even.
“You can stop me anytime,” he said. “I don’t need romance from you. You’re my best friend. I’ve loved you all my life.”
“Doesn’t mean you’re getting out of candlelit dinners and surprise picnics,” Brent said, his breath hitching as Riley circled his hole, massaging the delicate skin, getting him used to the touch.
“I’d like that,” Riley murmured. “Can we have long hikes and sex in the woods?”
“We’re not having sex in the woods,” Brent said.
Riley immediately decided that eventually, somehow, they were having sex in the woods. He wouldn’t have a hard time convincing Brent, not really.
“We’re having sex in the woods.” Riley kissed the back of Brent’s neck. “You’ll give in to me.”
“Of course I will.” Brent sighed, but it was more satisfied than exasperated. “I always give in to you.”
“Because you love me,” Riley said.
“Because I love yo-ah,” Brent cut himself off as Riley pressed just the tip of his finger inside, giving him time to adjust before slowly working the length in.
It wouldn’t take him long to get used to this, but he had to learn to relax first.
“Think of warm days and sunshine,” Riley instructed. “We’re both lying on the grass and staring up at the clouds, holding hands. You’ve never been more relaxed and happy in your life.”
Brent laughed at that, taking a few deep breaths. Riley could feel him relaxing as he did it, his muscles loosening up, the tension he was holding melting away.
Brent made a soft, needy sound as Riley shifted his finger, working it all the way inside him, as far as it’d go.
“Touch yourself,” Riley murmured. “Enjoy this. I love this part. I like how intimate it feels, how much trust it needs.”
“I trust you,” Brent said. “With my life, and with my heart.”
Riley smiled at that, working his finger back and forth, preparing Brent for the next one. “I trust you with my heart, too. You’re the only person in the world I trust with that.”
Before Brent could say anything, Riley pressed the tip of his second finger inside him, waiting while Brent’s muscles tensed up and then relaxed again before pushing further, not pausing until he had both fingers all the way inside.
