“Gonna’ bury my dick right there.”
He trembled at the thought as Scar continued to tease that spot with his fingers.
“Scar, now…need…right now.”
The words tumbled out without thought, raw begging that should’ve embarrassed him but didn’t.
He’d waited all his adult life for this moment, had prayed that his first time would be special, sacred, and with the one person who’d committed their life to him until death parted them.
And he’d found him.
Scar withdrew his fingers and wiped them on the shirt he’d tossed to the side.
Gage made a desperate sound at the sudden emptiness, already craving—just like Elias warned.
“Shhh, I’m gonna’ fill you up,” Scar said, kissing his way back up his stomach, chest, throat, and jaw before taking his mouth in another long kiss, filled with so much intimacy it made his chest ache.
Scar cradled his face with his rough hands as if he were something precious. “Love you,” he breathed between kisses. “I love you so fuckin’ much.”
Gage answered by turning onto his stomach, and offering his virginity to his husband.
Scar kissed along his shoulder blades, then slid a pillow under him, putting him at the perfect angle.
Scar’s weight was just the comfort he needed to calm himself, though he had no doubt his husband would make this perfect.
Scar ground his hot, hard cock between his ass cheeks in slow circles before he lined himself up.
Scar nudged the blunt head against his hole and pushed in agonizingly slow. He readied himself for the burn or stinging but there was only sweet, stimulating pressure with every inch.
Scar groaned, stilling for a moment as if he was letting him adjust.
“All of it,” he sighed, his voice muffled by the pillows.
“I don’t wanna hurt you…at all.”
“You know we don’t hurt easily,” Gage argued, rocking back, trying to force more inside.
As if he’d shattered what was left of Scar’s restraint, he sank the rest of the way inside, filling him so completely it stole his breath.
“Oh my god,” he moaned.
Scar sank his teeth into his shoulder, his ragged breaths hot against his skin.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
Scar paused again, pulsing and throbbing inside him, until Gage pushed back greedily, demanding more.
Scar half groaned, half laughed at his impatience.
He was about to snap at Scar for teasing him until he started moving, gentle and smooth, easing out halfway before thrusting deep.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Scar rolled his hips and followed the angle that guided him to the spot that made stars spark behind his eyelids.
He met Scar on the next thrust, lifting his ass to take more.
“Damn, look at you,” Scar grunted, bottoming out. “Fuck.”
