“Okay,” Mike agreed, his voice already rough with emotion.
He’d done this before, but with a plug not much bigger than his thumb. Ezra was… much bigger.
It’d been good, though. This would be good, too.
Mike’s breath hitched at the first touch of Ezra’s hands on him again, fingers grabbing hold of one butt cheek and pushing it aside, spreading him open. Closing his eyes and burying his face in the pillow, Mike breathed through the shock of cool air and tried to ignore the way his stomach tightened at being exposed like this.
Ezra’s other thumb pressing against his hole sent a jolt of pleasure from the base of Mike’s spine up to the back of his neck, making him hiss in response. Behind him, Ezra chuckled.
“Sensitive,” he murmured, as though it was the best quality anyone could have. “You’re gonna have so much fun.”
Mike swallowed, trying to force his thighs to relax, his stomach to unclench. There was nothing to be nervous about. He was in good hands—hands that had taken care of him in dozens of ways, dozens of times.
When he thought about it that way, this felt kind of inevitable.
His breath hitched again as Ezra put a little more pressure on his hole, slow and steady, firmer and firmer until, finally, the tip of his thumb slipped inside. Stars burst behind Mike’s eyes, his pulse pounding in his head.
He’d only had the tip of a cool metal plug last time. Ezra’s warm hand was completely different.
“Good?” Ezra asked, and he sounded a little breathless, too, and Mike loved that. He loved that idea that Ezra was getting off on this.
Lost for words, all Mike could do was let a needy, desperate moan escape his throat. He got the feeling he’d be doing that a lot, if this was how athumbfelt.
Ezra hummed, thrusting in and out slowly, with so much more patience than Mike could have mustered. That was Ezra, though. Patient. Thorough in everything he did.
Apparently, those traits transferred over to sex.
“You’re doing so well,” Ezra murmured, warmth rolling off every syllable. Mike swallowed, taking a few deeper breaths and making another conscious effort to relax, concentrating on the smooth slide of Ezra’s thumb in and out of his body, the way it left him tingling with pleasure, a slow build of pressure inside him, stoking the hot coal of arousal that seemed to be lodged between his cock, balls, and ass right now.
“Opening right up for me,” Ezra continued, his thumb slipping out for a moment before being replaced with more heat and pressure. Fingers, Mike thought, two or maybe even three.
It was probably better that hehadn’tseen that, his body suddenly stretched tight around Ezra’s fingers, a grunt escaping him even as his hips jerked against the bed. Almost too much.Almost.
But not quite, and he wasn’t stopping now.
Ezra shushed him gently, the hand that had been holding his ass sliding up to his back, thumb stroking tiny circles into his skin, a soothing counterpoint to the stretch and burn. This was more than he’d taken last time, Mike was sure, but he could feel his body easing even as he thought it. It was more, but he could take moreagain.
He cried out as, suddenly, Ezra brushed against whathadto be his prostate. A white hot rush of pleasure flowed through him, a spurt of precome spilling out of his cock fast and hard enough to make him shiver.
Mike didn’t have to see Ezra’s face to picture the smirk on it.
“Remember when I said you were perfect?” Ezra asked, not eventryingto hide how smug he was. “You’re so much more perfect than I thought. I could do this to you all day,” he finished, brushing over the same spot, twisting and curling his fingers so they pressed into it, massaging Mike on the inside.
All Mike could do was cling to the bed as the room spun around him, his hips rocking against the mattress without conscious effort, soft little grunts of pleasure escaping him.
This wasnothinglike having a tiny butt plug shoved up his ass. It was so much better.
“Ezra,” he gasped, his cock leaking freely into the sheets underneath him, stomach tight with the urge to come. If they didn’t slow down, this was all going to be over soon.
Thankfully, Ezra got the hint, easing the pressure off by degrees until he was just stretching Mike again, sliding his fingers in and out, pushing inside as far as he could. Every stretch sent sparks of pleasure to that same glowing coal inside him, but he could ride it out with his toes curling and his breath coming in sharp pants.
“I need more,” Mike said in a breathless rush, surprising himself. But hedidneed more. He needed the whole of Ezra’s cock to fill him up to his limit, hot and thick and putting pressure on all his sensitive spots at once.
“I know,” Ezra responded calmly, rocking his fingers in and out of Mike’s body without even the barest hint of hurry.
A frustrated whimper sounded in Mike’s throat, need overwhelming him and making his skin feel a size too small. He wanted Ezranow.
In response, Ezralaughed, which seemed a little unfair. He wasn’t the one being slowly driven crazy by fingers that weren’tquiteenough.
