Brent was so hot, so tight that Riley had to force himself to hold back. He was already desperate to sink into him, listen to him moan as he got off on having Riley’s cock inside him.
“This isn’t so bad,” Brent said, his voice rough, his breathing shallow. Riley could feel him stroking his own cock, light, tentative touches, just enough to keep his arousal levels up despite his nervousness.
“It’s supposed to feelgood,” Riley pointed out, pausing. “Are you okay? Seriously? It’s not a big deal if you’re not ready for this.”
“I’m ready,” Brent said. “It’s just… overwhelming? It doesn’t hurt, but it’s… it’syou. Doing this for me. I always wanted… I always…”
Riley shushed him gently, moving his fingers again, brushing over the spot that he knew would make Brent gasp. He smiled as Brent’s back arched away from him, his body tensing for a second and then relaxing even more than before.
Brent’s body was going to be so much fun to explore, and Riley couldn’t have been happier that he had time and permission to do that now.
“I love you,” he said. “I always wanted this, too.”
Brent nodded, shifting one knee forward, opening himself up more. “Waiting is hard.”
Riley snorted. “And if I go any faster you’ll hate me later,” he said.
“I could never hate you,” Brent murmured. “How about a little faster?”
Riley hesitated, but Brent knew his body better than anyone. He knew what he wanted. And if it was too much, he could say that as well.
“Okay,” he agreed, sliding a third finger in beside the other two. Brent suddenly felt impossibly tight, but aside from a soft, needy whimper, he didn’t seem uncomfortable at all.
“Talk to me,” Riley said. “Tell me how this feels.”
“Tight,” Brent grunted. “But good.”
Riley licked his lips, processing that. Maybe they were both discovering something Brent liked right now.
He moved his free hand under Brent’s thigh, holding it in place. Brent was panting now, squirming back on Riley’s fingers as if a switch had been flipped in him. Riley levered himself up to look over Brent’s side, seeing his cock thick and heavy, straining up toward his stomach.
Yeah. Brent liked this.
That was incredibly hot.
Riley had been ignoring his own needs while he focused on Brent, but he was suddenly, almost painfully aware of his own cock. He wanted to be inside Brent, and he wanted itnow.
Brent was right about waiting. Waiting was hard.
“Ready?” he whispered, hoping Brent would say yes. He felt ready, his hips rocking in tiny circles, silently demanding more.
“Ready.” Brent nodded, his voice rough.
That was good enough for Riley. He shoved one of his own knees between Brent’s, pulling his fingers out and lining his cock up, pressing it against Brent’s hole. Riley bit his lip at the heat there, the knowledge that he was about to be as close to Brent as he physically could be, and that it was going to feel amazing.
Brent wriggled against him, trying to push back. Riley’s patience was almost worn out, his need to be inside Brent overriding everything else.
Riley whimpered as he rocked his hips forward, pushing just the head of his cock inside Brent. His eyes rolled back in his head at the impossible warmth and tightness, at the way Brent tensed and relaxed around him, moaning as Riley’s cock filled him.
Unable to wait any longer, Riley shoved in as far as he could go, a low groan tearing out of his throat as he seated himself in place.
He was inside the man he loved most in the world, and it felt amazing. He barely stopped his hips from jerking forward, seeking more pressure and friction. Brent felt so good, so different from anyone else Riley had been with. Love made all the difference in the world.
Riley wanted to hear Brent beg and moan and whimper, wanted to pound into him and make him come screaming with Riley’s cock deep inside him.
Instead, he rolled his hips, slow and gentle, pulling almost all the way out and then sliding in again, his cock twitching at the way Brent moaned for him as Riley filled him up again, stretched him to his limits. Brent still felt tight, so it must have been intense for him as well.
Intense was fine. Intense wasgood, and Riley wanted to feel exactly this way about fucking Brent when they were ninety.
