And he was brave enough to want to explore it, and Ezra, more than anything, wanted to reward that bravery.
He sat back and unbuttoned his own jeans, glancing up at Mike under his eyelashes, aware of the way that made him look. Mike’s attention flitted between his face and his cock, finally settling lower down as Ezra pushed his jeans down over his ass and then put Mike’s hand right back where it’d been over his underwear instead.
A soft moan escaped him at the warmth of Mike’s hand so close to his skin, separated by just a thin layer of cotton.Damn. Mike was still everything he wanted after all this time.
In the interest of teasing, Ezra stroked his palm over his own hard cock through his underwear, leaning back a little way to give Mike a good look. He ran the edge of his thumb up and down the length of the shaft, dipping his fingertips a little lower to graze his balls through his underwear, gasping and sighing at the friction, too much and not enough at the same time.
Mike swallowed audibly, his breaths coming a little faster again, chest heaving with each one now. Smirking, Ezra trailed his hand back up to the elastic of his underwear, hooking his thumb into it and still stroking lightly over his cock with his fingers.
“Are you watching?” he asked, glancing up at Mike again and finding him looking back, pupils blown so wide that his warm brown eyes were practically black, his tongue darting out to wet his lips again. He gave a single silent nod, and then dropped his gaze again, staring right at Ezra’s cock.
Ezra hadn’t even imagined this. He’d imagined an awkward fumble and a whispered confession and there’d always been a knot of anxiety in his gut at the thought, like if it everdidhappen, Mike would end up regretting it.
Now, it seemed pretty unlikely that Mike would regret this. Whether he ever came back for more was a different story, but Ezra was sure he was giving Mike something he wanted.
Taking a deep breath of his own, Ezra closed his eyes and pushed his underwear down, sighing with relief as his cock sprang free.
Mike’s hand tensed on his ass, fingers digging in just enough to feel incredible. Ezra shifted his weight, curiosity forcing him to look at Mike’s face.
“Oh,” Mike said after a moment, barely more than a breath. “Oh,” he repeated.
“Lucky I’m pretty secure about my dick,” Ezra said, teasing. “Or I’d be worried right about now.”
“No one’s ever been hard for me before,” Mike said, and Ezra had to bite his lip to keep himself from saying thathehad, dozens of times ranging from confusing to frustrating.
This was the first time he’d felt like it wasokay, so it was new for him, too.
“I dunno. Strong, handsome man like you? I bet you’ve turned a few heads,” Ezra responded instead, breath hitching as he curled his fingers around his cock to stroke it idly, keeping Mike’s attention there so there was no risk that he’d read all the things that were written on Ezra’s face right now.
Like how much this meant to him, how excited he was, and how long he’d waited for Mike towanthim like this.
Mike laughed nervously, shuffling back a little way on the bed. “Handsome?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Strong?”
Ezra shrugged. “You’ve filled out since I last saw you and you’re really not hard to look at,” he said, reaching out with his free hand to run the tip of his finger down Mike’s nose.
It was good to see him relaxing. This should have been fun. They both deserved to have a good time with each other. A gentle first time, easing Mike into the idea that he could absolutely have sex with men in general and Ezra in particular, if he wanted.
“Just… trust me on this. Men have looked at you and wanted you, whether you know it or not,” Ezra said. “AndIwant you.”
“Yeah?” Mike asked. “You’re definitely not just… doing this as a friend?”
Rather than answering, Ezra took Mike’s free hand, biting his lip as he moved it to his own cock, guiding him to curl his fingers around it. “Does that feel like I’m anything less than a hundred percent into this?” he asked.
Mike held his tongue between his teeth as he tested his grip on Ezra’s cock, making him gasp as he gave an experimental tug, notquitetoo hard for comfort, but bordering on it. A bolt of arousal hit the base of Ezra’s spine, a bead of precome welling up at the head of his cock.
He reached out, bracing himself against Mike’s shoulder with his other hand.
“You can keep that up if you want,” Ezra said breathlessly, leaning forward to let his forehead rest against Mike’s. “Love the way your hand feels.”
“Really?” Mike asked, and Ezra was starting to get the impression that he was amazed anyone couldenjoysex with him.
“We’ve gotta work on your confidence,” Ezra murmured. “Really. I like the way your hand feels wrapped around my cock, and if you wanna keep it there, I’m not about to complain.”
To Ezra’s surprise, apparently that was all the encouragement Mike needed to adjust his grip and stroke along the length of his cock. His breath hitched as Mike touched him, experimental at first but quickly getting into it, staring down at Ezra like his cock was the most fascinating thing in the world.
Cautiously at first, Ezra rocked his hips into Mike’s hand, encouraging him to keep going, biting his lip to stop himself from moaningtooloudly. The last thing he wanted was to scare Mike off.
“That’s the way,” Ezra said, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “Fuck. I could let you do this all day.”
