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Oscar bit down on his lip as he felt the blunt head of Ryan’s cock pressed against him, taking a moment to savor the heat of it. Anticipation made his gut feel tight, the urge to sink down in one movement and ride Ryan like he’d wanted to from the beginning practically overwhelming.
The look on Ryan’s face was the best part of all. He was looking at Oscar like he held all the secrets of the universe, mouth open, eyes glazed, the sheen of sweat on his forehead glistening in the low light of the bedroom lamp. They’d barely gotten started yet and he was already panting, need rolling off him like a physical force.
This was going to be good. Oscar could tell.
It wasn’t exactly that he had a thing for virgins, but he loved showing people new things. Almost everything was new to Ryan, who Oscar was starting to guess had basically stuck to the missionary position for most of his life, and he couldn’t wait to open up a whole new world of pleasure for him.
Starting with riding him until his brain melted out his ears.
Forcing himself to be patient, Oscar rocked his hips a little way, letting the head of Ryan’s cock press just a little harder, teasing that he was about to sink down on it. Ryan gasped—a tiny, needy sound with a cut-off whine at the end. His fingers tightened in the sheets either side of them, knuckles white with the force of his grip.
“Shh,” Oscar soothed, running his hand over Ryan’s belly and feeling the tension there, his muscles tight enough to tremble under Oscar’s touch. “This is gonna feel sogood,” he said. “You can relax.”
Ryan let out a breath, his eyes falling closed for a moment. He clearly had no idea how gorgeous he was, or how good all of this was for Oscar’s ego. Having him on the edge already, so eager he was practically shaking… that seemed like a feat worth celebrating.
When Ryan had asked Oscar to take him home with him instead and treat him like any other guy he’d brought home, he probably hadn’t been expecting this. Oscar got the impression that he’d never reallyhadthis. Never been dragged to bed by an enthusiastic partner who wanted to fuck him, specifically, for the fun of it.
Which was plain wrong.
Oscar leaned forward, curling both of his hands around Ryan’s shoulders and shifting his weight, positioning himself so he’d have plenty of leverage. Ryan’s cock teased his hole again, the self-inflicted torture inching toward being too much.
“Breathe for me,” Oscar murmured. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
Ryan drew a long breath, his chest rising as he filled his lungs, and then let it out slowly. He opened his eyes again, just as intense as they had been a moment ago, and nodded.
Oscar smirked, then let his own eyes fall closed as he pushed back, letting his weight fall just a little way, crying out as the head of Ryan’s cock slipped inside him, the first sharp pang of pleasure making his thighs tense up. He could hear Ryan panting, the sound of it loud enough to get past the blood rushing in his own ears.
Shifting his weight again, Oscar eased himself down further, his toes curling as Ryan’s perfect cock filled him completely, as though it’d been made to fit. A tiny, needy sound vibrated in his throat as he took Ryan inch by inch, breathing through the initial stretch and burn until Ryan was inside to the hilt, Oscar letting his weight rest on Ryan’s hips.
He took a moment to pant for breath as well, needing just a few more seconds than usual after going a little while without this.
“How smug are you gonna be about it if I tell you you’re bigger than I thought?” Oscar asked, finally opening his eyes again to look down at Ryan’s, stormy and dark, the blue of them twice as deep as usual even in the low light.
Ryan looked incredible like this, gasping for breath, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed with lust. Oscar squeezed his shoulders, kneading the tense muscles there, pushing him to relax.
This’d be more fun for both of them if he wasn’t stressed about it, and Oscar got the feeling he was. Just a little. Nothing that couldn’t be cured.
“Not smug?” Ryan asked, as though he was searching for the answer that’d make Oscar happy.
Oscar smiled down at him, leaning forward and gasping at the way Ryan’s cock shifted inside him.
“You can be a little smug,” he murmured, surging forward and sealing his mouth over Ryan's. He took control of the kiss, determined to show Ryan that hewasjust a guy he’d dragged home, that Oscar was doing this because it was fun for him.
At the same time, Oscar started rolling his hips. Long, slow strokes at first, letting their bodies get used to each other as he warmed up, built a rhythm between them.
Oscar gasped into Ryan’s mouth as he got the anglejustright, the head of Ryan’s cock skimming against his prostate perfectly, a burst of stars exploding behind his eyelids. He held the angle for a few thrusts, grunting with effort as he pushed back hard, getting the most out of Ryan’s cock.
“You feel incredible,” Ryan gasped between kisses, just barely starting to rock his hips. One bold hand inched up Oscar’s thigh, the touch soft at first but tight by the time Ryan’s fingers got to the top of it, his thumb digging in hard enough to bruise.
Oscar sped up his thrusts, hoping to encourage that. He liked having a few bruises in the morning, liked to look at himself in the mirror and know, for certain, that everyone had been enjoying themselves.
“You too,” he responded, sitting back with a groan of effort, straightening up so he could put all his weight behind every stroke. Besides, the view was better from here, Ryan’s hair plastered over his forehead, his whole face flushed, his chest heaving with every breath as Oscar moved harder, faster, bracing himself against Ryan’s stomach.
He gasped as Ryan’s hips started to move in earnest, a low groan catching in the back of his throat at how damnedgoodthis felt. The tickle of a heavy bead of precome dripping down his cock made him hiss, the urge to touch himself too strong to resist anymore.
Oscar wrapped his hand around his cock, wincing at the oversensitivity at first, the stimulationjuston the edge of painful. After a handful of strokes the feeling eased, friction suddenly his favorite thing in the world.
