“Your place or mine?”
***
I hear the doorbell, but I’m not quick enough and can only stand behind Paul, who opens the door with a grin. Ignoring Paul, David pushes past him and throws his arms around me.
“Ah, you smell good. I didn’t know eight hours could be so long. I missed you, Lou.”
I press my head against his chest. His heartbeat is a little too fast, his breathing slightly uneven, and I love that I do that to him.
“Are you hungry, do you want something to eat?”
“Notreally.”
“Then come on.” I grab his hand decisively and pull him along.
He gently leans against me from behind, kisses my cheek, my neck, my throat, tugs at my T-shirt, and I raise my arms above my head so he can pull it off.
“Damn, you’re so sexy.”
“Is that so?”
“Have you looked at yourself? Hell, yes.” David’s voice is raspy.
“Take off your clothes. Show me how sexy I am for you.” Piece by piece, his clothes fall to the floor, landing in a pile in the middle of my room. Finally, his boxers fall, as always with his eyes downcast. I reach for his cock, which is so much smaller than my own and the reason for David’s insecurity.
He inhales sharply. “Look at me. Don’t make a problem out of something that has never been an issue before.” I jerk him off slowly but hard, and David’s eyelids flutter. “You’re perfect the way you are. And to be honest, we both know that you’re not going to stick your cock anywhere other than in my mouth.”
He moans again as I lick his nipples. “What do you want?”
He shakes his head tensely.
“You have to talk to me, or I can’t do anything for you here.” Slowly, my grip loosens and David whimpers pitifully.
“Fuck me.”
My finger slides into his hole without resistance, and I immediately add a second one. "Pretty loose for someone who hasn’t had sex in six years. How often did you use your toys?”
“Often.” His answer dissolves in a moan as I stroke his prostate.
“Anddid you imagine it’s my cock filling you?”
“Always...” Oh, fuck.
“And how would you like it if I used a toy on you?” David’s eyes widen as I hold up a glass dildo. He’ll have to handle that if he wants me to fuck him. My cock has more girth.
“Ahhh!”
“Yes, babe, just like that.” In one smooth motion, the dildo is almost completely inside him. Only the last ball is missing. His hole tightens around the blue glass and David’s breath catches, then his muscles relax.
I give him just a moment to get used to the feeling, then I pull out to the first ball and push the dildo back into his hole. Again and again, until he squirms beneath me. His speech is slurred, but I can still make out three words clearly. “Fuck me, now!”
I don’t need to be told twice. Automatically, I pull a condom out of the drawer and position myself at his hole. Only then do I realize that we never used condoms before. But now is not the time for safety talk. I reach for the lube again, wet myself, then thrust.
Not gently, not slowly, not tenderly, because that’s not what David wants. He never wanted that, and his reaction proves me right.
“Ahh, fuck, yes!”
I pause for a moment, damn, he feels good.
