Oscar’s cock would have beenreallysatisfying. Ryan could already imagine what it’d feel like, hot and thick, stretching him full, a comforting reminder that Oscar was turned on and eager to fuck him.
“I feel loved,” Ryan said, sure he was being overly sentimental, but not really in the mood to care. Hedidfeel loved. Oscar taking his time, making sure he was relaxed and ready and enjoying himself, that made him feel more valued and wanted and adored than he ever had before.
“You are loved,” Oscar said. “And notjustbecause of your gorgeous ass, either,” he added, slipping the second finger in alongside the first one.
This time, Ryan gasped, his heart skipping a beat as stars burst behind his eyelids. The pressure made him bite down on his lower lip, but his hips were already rocking, pushing back against Oscar’s fingers, silently begging for more.
A hot tendril of need curled tight around Ryan’s gut, a thick bead of precome welling up at the tip of his cock. His fingers tightened in the bedclothes as he came down from the initial burst of pressure and pleasure, groaning deep in the back of his throat.
“You’re indescribably hot when you’re having fun,” Oscar said fondly, rocking his hand against Ryan’s body, rolling his balls gently as he worked in and out, in and out, the rhythm slow enough to rock him to sleep if the excitement hadn’t been making his cock twitch.
Oscar kept going for what felt like hours, occasionally brushing against a sensitive spot that Ryan was fairly sure was his prostate and making him gasp and squirm with the sudden jolt of pressure. All Ryan could do was writhe on the bed with a white-knuckle grip on the sheets, the springs just barely starting to creak under the movement of his hips as he fucked himself on Oscar’s fingers.
The third finger made him pant for breath, his heartbeat speeding up until it was pounding in his ears.
Damn. How come no one had ever told him it’d feel this good?
A low moan escaped Ryan as Oscar pressed down on the sensitive spot he’d found, his hips arching off the bed eagerly. He was ready for this. He’d never been more ready for anything in his life.
A pause in Oscar's movements made him whine pathetically, his body all want and need.
“Think you're ready for more? Because Icanjust get you off like this,” Oscar offered. “No shame in it. We've got all the time in the world to build up.”
Ryan shook his head. “Want you,” he murmured, brain too scrambled for full sentences right now.
He couldn't come up with the words to explain to Oscar how much he needed tofeelhim. How desperate he was for as much contact as possible.
The thought of losing him was still hanging in the back of his mind. This was what he needed to silence it once and for all.
Oscar hummed, twisting his fingers inside Ryan to make him gasp. “Well, if youinsist.”
“I insist,” Ryan panted, his lungs burning for air. Not that he minded. Having Oscar wear him out and then curling up beside him was exactly what he wanted right now.
Pressing a kiss to Ryan’s knee, Oscar withdrew his fingers a half-inch at a time. The pace was agonizing, leaving Ryan squirming with anticipation as they finally slipped out, the sudden hollowness strange.
He didn't have time to complain before Oscar was moving, the head of his cock pressed up against Ryan. Right now, it felt a whole lot thicker than his fingers. Hotter, too.
A couple of deep breaths gave Ryan time to get used to the idea. Oscar’s cock was so close to where he wanted it, one good shove away from being inside him. By now, he was desperate to know what that would feel like.
Oscar’s hand landed on his stomach, an anchor point for Ryan to cling to. Letting his eyes fall closed, he focused on taking a few deep breaths, filling his lungs for the first time in a while. Since Oscar had started prepping him, actually.
“That’s the way,” Oscar cooed, his voice soft and full of encouragement. “You're incredible, you know that?”
No matter how many times Oscar said it, Ryan was never going to get used to hearing that. Oscar was the first person to think of him that way, as far as he knew.
The tip of Oscar's cock breaching him made Ryan’s breath hitch, catching hard in his throat. Oscar shushed him, rubbing circles on his belly, letting go of his thigh to grab his hand and squeeze it tight.
“It's okay,” he murmured. “We’ll take it as slow as you need.”
Nodding, Ryan squeezed Oscar’s hand back and spread his legs a little further apart. It wasn't that he needed to go slow, exactly. He wanted more, and he wanted itnow.
With Oscar holding his hand, he could do anything.
Coming out here had been, at least in part, a search for peace. He’d found that with this incredible man, and he wanted to give him everything.
Finally, Oscar started to rock his hips, the head of his cock slipping easily into Ryan’s body. The feeling made him tense up for a half-second, strange and new as it was, but he relaxed a moment later.
The heat and thickness of it wereperfect, stretching Ryan just right, Oscar’s cock exactly as satisfying as he hoped it’d be as he slid further inside. This was good. He suddenly understood exactly why Oscar liked this so much.
