Julian shoved a pillow under his hips, making him hiss at the friction against his oversensitive cock.
“Spread your legs a little more,” he said, nudging them apart with his hand again. Isaac moved with him, letting Julian position him however he wanted.
The dull ache of arousal in his belly meant he’d do anything Julian told him to if it meant he’d get what he wanted. And hewantedit, wanted it more with every passing second, his whole body tense with need.
This was going to feel sogood. If a couple of fingers had pushed him this far, Julian’s cock was going to be amazing.
Isaac huffed a laugh.
He wassobi. How he hadn’t realized before was a mystery to him.
Well, not entirely. But being kissed like he had been, like it was no big deal, like it was justallowed… that had broken something open inside Isaac. Something he’d sealed off out of fear. Fear of rejection, by Julian and everyone else.
He didn’t plan on dwelling, though. He planned on making up for lost time by having as much sex with Julian as Julian wanted, now that he was allowed to do that.
Julian made a soft sound of approval, running his hand up the back of Isaac’s thigh as he positioned himself.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, shuffling into place between Isaac’s legs.
A swarm of butterflies took off in Isaac’s stomach. This position made him feel exposed, as though Julian could see right through him and he had no defenses, but of course Julian knew how to soothe him.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Julian was both great and considerate in bed. If Isaac had ever let himself think about it, he would have expected nothing less.
Getting to experience it first hand was way more fun than fantasizing, though.
Isaac’s breath hitched as he felt the head of Julian’s cock pressing against his hole, the heat and pressure making his stomach clench with anticipation.
Julian suddenly felt a whole lot bigger than he’d looked, but Isaac was ready for this. He trusted that Julian knew what he was doing. HewantedJulian’s cock, more than he’d wanted most things in his life. He felt relaxed and ready, the memory of Julian’s fingers making him want to thrust into the pillow under him, allow himself the friction he was so desperate for.
Julian’s hand curled around his hip, steadying him as finally,finally, he pushed forward.
Isaac hissed as the thick, blunt head of Julian’s cock pressed inside him, his breath coming in short pants, blood pounding in his ears. Julian was less than an inch inside him, and already his insides felt like they were on fire.
Not in a bad way, though. Isaac wanted to push back, take more of him, feel Julian’s cock fill him up in this exciting, terrifying new way. He wanted to rock his hips, force Julian to either hold him down or go with it, fuck him like there was no tomorrow.
In spite of all that, though, he held still, thighs trembling with need, and bit down on his lip while Julian continued the agonizingly slow slide into his body, lighting up all his nerve endings as he stretched and filled Isaac as though he was made to fit.
“Fuck,” Isaac gritted out, screwing his eyes closed.
“In a second,” Julian said, his voice finally sounding a little uneven, too.
Isaac didn’t have the willpower to argue, so he lay there, impossibly full, Julian’s cock much, much deeper inside him than he’d imagined it would be, and waited for the world to stop spinning around him.
Julian rocked his hips before it did. A surprised moan escaped Isaac as Julian’s cock seemed to drag over every sensitive spot inside him, his whole world narrowing to the heavy heat of it, the feeling of being so deeply connected to his best friend.
A man he’d, maybe, been in love with for a long time.
Isaac raised himself up onto his knees, wanting Julian deeper still, needing him to go harder, faster. Julian didn’t object—instead, he helped Isaac up, pulling on his hip, curling his other hand around Isaac’s shoulder.
“Please,” Isaac said, the sound spilling from his lips as little more than a desperate whimper. He’d sailed all the way past want and straight into raw need, everything about this so much better than he’d imagined.
After a handful of breaths, Julian moved, rocking his hips forward once, twice, setting a pace that left Isaac shaking with every thrust, his cock bouncing off his stomach with the force as Julian sped up, as his strokes became more fluid.
Letting his head hang between his arms, Isaac let himself go. He moaned, loud and low, seeing no need to hold back, to pretend he wasn’t enjoying himself.
He’d never been fucked like this before, but he already wanted to do this again. And again.
As many times as he could convince Julian to do it, in fact.
