He could see Mike’s cock was straining against the fabric of his underwear, peeking out of where Ezra had left the fly of his jeans halfway open. A wet spot was just starting to form at the head, evidence that Mike was enjoying himself, and Ezra couldn’t stop staring. He wanted to see for himself what Mike’s cock looked like, wanted to see the thick length and dark head leaking precome.
In the interest of making that happen, he reached out to toy with the waistband of his underwear again, letting the heel of his hand press firmly against Mike’s cock through the fabric. A hiss escaped Mike, his whole body tensing for a moment, but Ezra didn’t remove his hand.
“I bet this isrealpretty,” Ezra murmured, keeping his voice low. “Think I could see?”
“Okay,” Mike replied after a moment, his voice rough, catching on even that one short word. Ezra smiled to himself, thrilled he could make Mike feel like this, work him up and turn him on and leave him breathless and needy.
He’d wanted to for so long that his whole body was humming with excitement, and he knew that was eventually going to show, but he didn’t mind. Not when Mike was so close, and needed so badly to know that someone wanted him, and was giving Ezra the chance to be that person.
Everything about this was a precious gift, and Ezra planned on enjoying it.
Instead of pulling Mike’s underwear down, he slipped his fingers down past the waistband, easing his hand inside until he could curl them around Mike’s cock. A shared moan shuddered through both of them as Ezra finally took a firm grip, dipping the tips of his fingers down just far enough to graze Mike’s balls, and then twisting his arm to push Mike’s underwear out of the way in one fluid movement.
Mike gasped as the cooler air of the room hit his hot, undoubtedly oversensitive skin, his grip on Ezra’s ass tightening reflexively. He seemed to have forgotten he still had a hand on Ezra’s cock, but that was fine. Ezra had other plans for that hand, anyway, and he knew now exactly what he wanted to do with Mike.
“This isnice,” he murmured, taking the time to feel out the shape and thickness of Mike’s cock, trace the way it curved up toward his belly, thumb the sensitive spot just under the head. He’d never actually thought to imagine what Mike’s cock would be like—he wantedMike, for who he was, so his body didn’t matter so much—but itwasnice.
“Guess you’ve got something to compare it to,” Mike said.
“A whole array of somethings,” Ezra confirmed. “If anyone deserves to have a really nice dick, it’s you.”
Mike snorted, and Ezra could see a tiny smile spreading across his lips. Good. Ezra wanted him relaxed and happy and shedding the last of his nerves before theyreallygot down to business. Stressed partners were no fun at all.
“You’ve got a great cock, and don’t ever let anyone tell you different,” Ezra said, trailing his free hand up to Mike’s jaw to tilt his head up by the chin. He held Mike’s gaze for a handful of seconds, then leaned in and pressed their lips together, his eyes falling closed out of sheer contentment.
By the time they were done, he wanted to have memorized the taste of Mike’s lips, the soft hitch in his breath every time Ezra kissed him, the way his shoulders tensed up a little. Every detail seemed impossibly precious, and Ezra didn’t plan on missing any of them.
With his hand still wrapped firmly around Mike’s cock, Ezra curled the other one around his shoulder and then pushed, encouraging him to flop back onto the bed. Mike went easily, the hand on Ezra’s ass coming up to the back of his neck instead, holding him close as he let himself fall, pulling Ezra with him.
Ezra shuffled a little way forward, sitting on Mike’s hips to pin him in place, eager to have him at his mercy. He smirked as the kiss broke, opening his eyes to see Mike’s dark and glazed, his lips kiss-swollen, parted softly as he panted for breath.
Ezra’s heart clenched in his chest. Mike was beautiful like this. How could anyone call himboring?
“You’re beautiful,” he said before he could stop himself, the words spilling out from the bottom of his heart. The way Mike’s face lit up was worth the risk that he’d realize later how sincerely Ezra meant it, how deeply he believed it.
“You’re kinda cute in the right light,” Mike teased back, and Ezra definitely deserved that, but ifthatwas the look Mike got when someone paid him a genuine compliment, he was getting more of those. Even at the risk of making it obvious how much Ezra really cared about him.
“Dork,” Ezra shot back, adjusting his grip on Mike’s cock. “Both hands on my ass,” he ordered, shifting forward and angling his hips so they were tilted forward, putting a little more of his weight on Mike’s shoulder for balance.
Both of Mike’s hands landed on his ass with a slap and then a firm squeeze, Mike grinning as Ezra’s mouth fell open at his sudden burst of confidence.
Apparently,beautifulreally had been the right thing to say.
Or maybedork.
Either way, this was more like it.
Ezra surged forward, claiming Mike’s lips with his own, nipping and tugging at the bottom one as he lined their hips up and wrapped his fingers around both of their cocks. A shared moan passed between them at the first perfect slide of velvet-soft skin together, sharp points of pleasure sparking everywhere they were touching.
This was a tiny thing, Ezra knew, but it was still the first time Mike had done it. He’d never had another man’s cock against his own, never discovered the intimacy of it, strange and gentle and all the things a first time should be.
And maybe it wouldn’t be enough and Mike would walk away disappointed, but the way his breath hitched and his hips arched, desperate for more contact, said otherwise. He was into this.
Ezra smiled against his lips, humming as one of Mike’s hands left his ass and trailed up to his lower back, pushed under his t-shirt, fingers splayed wide over his skin.
“Keep that up,” he murmured, brushing their noses together. “Touch me wherever you want.”
Mike chuckled, moving his other hand up under Ezra’s shirt only to shove it back down, under his jeans and over his underwear where they were still hitched up, grabbing a handful of his ass again and squeezing hard.
