Blake took his hands away, leaving Rusty suddenly cold. He missed the touch desperately, but the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open soothed him a little.
Patience would get him everything he wanted, even if it was hard to be patient.
“Have you ever tried self-warming lube before?” Blake asked.
“Nope,” Rusty shook his head.
Blake only chuckled in response. Rusty wasn’t sure what that meant, but he knew he’d find out soon.
He shifted his knees just a little further apart, desperate to be touched again. Part of him hated to be needy like this, but Blake was being so good, and so kind, and it really wasn’t bad to want something when you knew you were going to get it.
Blake trailed his fingers up the inside of Rusty’s thigh again, leaving him shivering in anticipation. He bit down on his lip, gasping at the first brush of Blake’s fingers over his hole, his hips rocking back automatically as Blake circled it, spreading lube around.
Rusty could feel it warming up on his skin, making him hyper-aware of where Blake’s fingers were, how close he was to having them inside him.
His mouth fell open, a cry catching in his throat as Blake shoved two fingers in at once, stars dancing in front of his eyes. It wasn’t too much, not really, but it was alot. His stomach clenched, his cock twitching as he adjusted to the stretch.
He groaned as the lube started warming his insides as well, a bead of precome welling up at the head of his cock.
He could never go back to normal lube.
“Feels good, right?” Blake asked, laughter in his voice. “Sometimes I use it to masturbate with.”
“I’m sold,” Rusty said. “I’ve gotta buy shares in the company so that all the bottles I’m about to get are justifiable.”
Blake laughed. “I knew I’d convert you.”
Rusty grunted in agreement, rocking his hips back against Blake’s fingers. It wasn’t enough, not by a long way, and he wanted to get to the main event.
He hadn’t done this in a long time, but Blake made it feel sogood.
Rusty closed his eyes, letting his head fall and hang between his arms. Blake’s fingers felt good, but he neededmore. More of this, more of Blake, more pressure and fullness.
“Come on,” Rusty demanded under his breath. “I’m not gonna break.”
“I could probably break you,” Blake said casually. “Now that I know your weakness.”
Rusty’s head spun at the thought. Blakedidknow his weakness. He knew exactly how to touch him, exactly what he secretly liked but almost never asked for.
That was a lot of power to hand him, but for once, it wasn’t scary. He was fine with Blake knowing his secrets.
Thatwas scary. It would have been so easy to just sink into being with Blake, and that was terrifying.
Especially because he couldn’t think of anything he wanted more right now.
“Please,” he begged, trying to shove that thought aside. Now wasn’t the ideal time to have a crisis.
Blake chuckled, pausing another moment before pulling his fingers out.
“Only because you’re so hot like this,” he said, moving a hand to Rusty’s hip.
Rusty took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he felt Blake shift behind him. He bit his lip as he felt the thick, hot head of Blake’s cock pressing against him, teasingly close.
Blake hadn’t looked all that big, but he sure as hell felt it, and he wasn’t even inside yet. Rusty’s stomach clenched at the thought of being filled, pushed to his limits, fucked like he so rarely allowed himself to be.
He felt a bead of precome trickle down his cock at the thought, dripping off him and onto the bedsheets underneath him.
It was just as well Blake’s parents seemed to own a near-limitless supply of fresh ones.
