A deep, needy sound rumbled in the depths of Flynn’s chest, and he spread his knees a little wider again, thighs already sore with the effort. Zach had warned him that he’d feel this in the morning, but he really didn’tcare, not if he was getting all of Zach’s care and attention now.
“So responsive,” Zach purred, clearly thrilled, and the praise made Flynn shift his weight shyly, joy welling up inside him, making his lungs tight.
He coulddefinitelyget used to this. And he had all the time in the world to do it.
By the time Zach pressed a second finger against him, Flynn was rocking his hips back onto the first one, his cock leaking steadily, his belly tight with need. He bit his lip as it slipped inside him easily, his previously nervous muscles suddenly eager to cooperate in the interest of gettingmore, more of this, more of Zach.
“Feels good,” Flynn gritted out, not trusting himself with anything complex right now.
Zach chuckled, the sound settling in Flynn’s chest like a physical thing, happiness filling him up so much it made his lungs feel tight. He’d never felt this good about sex, and they’d barely even gotten started.
The hand Zach had been resting on Flynn’s thigh slid up and under him, coming to rest low on his belly, fingers splayed possessively, as though Zach was trying to touch as much of Flynn as he could at once.
Flynn whimpered at the thought, knowing that he was Zach’s,allZach’s, from now until forever. That this wasit, and he was so damned happy he could have burst.
He’d found what he’d been looking for. Zach was the sweet, kind, patient soul Flynn needed to make his own complete, and he had him, and he was never, ever letting go.
A third finger shoving into him threatened to short circuit his brain entirely, and suddenly Flynn was all need and feeling, his skin tingling with every brush of Zach’s fingers against it as he stroked and touched and kneaded, working Flynn open steadily.
It was just as well he was on his hands and knees, honestly, because anything else would have been too much. Not that he didn’t want to try… every other possible position, and a few he wasn’t surewerepossible, but…
This was good for a first time.
They’d have plenty more times, if Flynn got his way.
And he would. Because for once in his life, he’d offered his heart to someone who wantedhim, for his own sake, and not just as someone who could do things for them.
“You’re gonna feel incredible,” Zach murmured, finally pulling his fingers out.
Flynn’s stomach tensed up with anticipation again, but he forced himself to breathe as deeply as he could and focus on staying relaxed for Zach, because heneededthis, and he was going to get it.
A low moan escaped him as he felt the head of Zach’s cock brush against him, easing into position, pressing at his hole. Flynn bit his lip, letting his head hang between his shoulders, eyes closed, picturing them both in his head.
Zach ran his hand up and down Flynn’s spine in smooth, calming strokes, firm enough to be reassuring. His cock felt both hot and huge, and Flynn was almost positive that was nerves talking, and he wasn’treallynervous, but oh god this was his first time and-
Ah.
Oh.
Wow.
Stars burst behind Flynn’s eyelids as Zach pushed forward, stretching him to what felt like his limits, filling him in a completely new,completelyincredible way, and even as he was still riding the wave of the initial surprise and pressure and panickytoo much, too muchfeeling, Flynn knew he’d want this again.
That was the thing about Zach. He was easy to imagine a future with.
Even if Flynn’s current imagined future mostly involved getting well and truly fucked on a regular basis.
A groan tore out of his throat as Zach bottomed out, their hips pressed against each other, skin-on-skin contact grounding and overwhelming at the same time, giving Flynn something to push back against but sending sparks of pleasure skittering over his skin everywhere he was in contact with Zach.
Fuck. Thiswasgood, better than he’d imagined.
Probably because it was Zach. Zach, inside him, like no one else had ever been before.
“Oh yeah,” Flynn gasped, his lungs burning for air as he tried frantically to catch his breath. “Damn,” he added for good measure, since speaking in complete sentences was a power completely lost to him at the moment.
Zach shifted his weight, curling one hand around Flynn’s shoulder and rocking his hips once, gently, a tentative test of whether or not Flynn was ready for more.
Flynn moaned in response, right on the verge of begging, so yeah, he was ready.Morethan ready.
