Ezra’s gasp as Mike slid his fingers back, searching for his hole, made a swarm of butterflies take off in the pit of Mike’s stomach. Last time, Ezra had been impossibly gentle with him, and he’d felt so loved he could hardly contain it.
Now, it was Ezra’s turn to feel that way. Part apology, part declaration of love. They needed this.
Mike rocked his finger back and forth over Ezra’s delicate skin, circling and testing with the tip of his index finger, drinking in every tiny gasp and moan Ezra made. His cock twitched, the thought of being inside Ezra like Ezra had been inside him sending a rush of blood south and leaving his head light.
“I can take it,” Ezra insisted. “I need you.”
Swallowing thickly, Mike lined the tip of his finger up and gently, slowly applied pressure, his mouth falling open as he felt Ezra’s body giving way under his touch, letting him inside. A soft, needy whimper sounded in the back of Ezra’s throat as the tip of his finger finally breached him, his hips rocking back, silently demanding more.
“Fuck,” Ezra groaned, biting down on his lip and arching his back, pulling away from Mike’s body and then pushing down, trying to force more of his finger inside. Mike followed the movement, letting his finger sink in to the second knuckle, his ears burning at the thought that he wasinsideEzra, touching him as intimately as he physically could.
Damn. He’d never felt like this about sex before.
Being with Ezra had changed everything, and it clearly wasn’t over yet. Mike had so much to learn, and he was glad he had Ezra to learn it with.
“I’m not gonna break,” Ezra complained, breathless, his hips rocking back against Mike’s finger again. “Get a couple of fingers in and then shove your cock in me.”
Mike laughed, sliding his finger a little further in and feeling the way Ezra squeezed him tight, holding him in place. He was clearly more used to this than Mike was.
“You always gonna be this demanding?” Mike asked, thrusting his finger in and out, searching for…
Ezra’s sudden shout told him he’d found what he was looking for, andnowit was time for a little payback. Mike stroked over the sensitive spot, his free hand sliding up Ezra’s thigh to his ass, fingers tensing and relaxing in time with the finger inside him. Ezra wasn’t theonlyone who could drive someone nuts before he fucked them.
Mike planned on learning that, too, because he got the feeling his sex life was about to improve tenfold, and he wanted to give back. He wanted this to be good for Ezra. He wanted Ezra getting off so hard he saw stars, and his ears rang, and he couldn’t imagine doing anything other than taking a nap after.
And then going for another round once he woke up.
“Comeon,” Ezra sobbed, almost bouncing in Mike’s lap now, making it clear that Mike was only in charge for as long as hehadto be.
Which was actually kind of hot. Ezra didn’t hold back atallin making it clear that he wanted Mike, and that was new and exciting and something Mike wanted to hang onto with both hands.
“Patience,” Mike teased, but he was starting togetthis now, and he punctuated the word by pressing the tip of his middle finger just barely against Ezra’s hole, not pushing it in alongside the other one just yet, but threatening to.
A needy sound vibrated against the skin of Mike’s shoulder, where Ezra had dropped his head. His hips pushed back, begging for more, so obvious he might as well have spelled it out. He wanted this. He wanted Mike, he wanted more.
Mike let his eyes fall closed as he slipped the second finger inside, his own breath hitching at how tight the fit was, the way Ezra clenched around him. He couldn’t help thinking about how amazing Ezra was going to feel around his cock, hot and tight and perfect.
“Yes,” Ezra hissed against his shoulder. “Oh yeah,” he added, voice wrecked.
“Oh, you’re gonna feelincredible,” Ezra continued, brushing his lips against the shell of Mike’s ear this time, sending a tingle of pleasure down the back of his neck. He shifted his hips, just a little, so that his hard cock brushed against Ezra’s skin, subtly confirming for him that he was alotbigger than a couple of fingers.
Ezra laughed, clearly thrilled, and leaned back a little way, grabbing Mike’s shoulder for leverage. He was beautiful like this, flushed and panting, lips slack, eyes glazed. Mike could have stared at him forever. Could have gotten off watching him.
“I love you,” he said, the words escaping him without him reallymeaningthem to, tumbling out of his mouth all at once because they were true, and his heart swelled every time he looked at Ezra and thought that he finally,finallygot to keep him.
“Feeling’s mutual,” Ezra murmured, gasping for breath as he rocked his hips harder, faster, his cock bouncing against his stomach with the force of every movement.
Mike’s cock twitched in response, dripping precome by now, hard and needy and desperate to be inside Ezra.
A third finger slipped in so easily that Mike was sure Ezra was just as desperate as he was, just as ready for this. Mike still gave a few more thrusts, watching Ezra’s face carefully as he pushed his fingers in to the hilt, making sure he didn’t show the slightest sign of discomfort. When he only moaned and writhed in response, Mike took a deep breath, and withdrew his fingers.
Ezra groaned and took charge right away, lifting himself up, gripping Mike’s shoulder hard with one hand and reaching under himself to grab Mike’s cock, holding it still as he guided it to his entrance, smirking as he rocked back and forth, teasing his own hole with the head.
“Finally,” he gasped as he let his weight fall, sinking down onto the head of Mike’s cock.
The sound of static filled Mike’s ears for a heartbeat or two, the overwhelming pressure and heat of Ezra’s body too much for him to process all at once, the urge to thrust making him grit his teeth. He knew he couldn’t, that Ezra had to take this at his own pace, butdamn. It was as if his cock had been made for Ezra’s body, the perfect fit, and hotter than anything Mike had ever felt before.
“How’s that feel?” Ezra asked, already rocking his hips in tiny circles.
