This time when we make our way to the bedroom, it isn’t a sprint or a frantic tussle to get enough clothes off to rut against each other. We undress each other slowly, reverently, as if rushing would somehow cheapen the moment. I take the time to look at him properly, not through the lens of possession or fear or even lust, but something softer. Something that can’t be lost because it doesn’t belong to me. It’s something we share.
When I touch him, it’s not to claim or covet or prove anything. It’s to channel this overwhelming, all-encompassing love I have for him. And when he touches me, it’s not an explosive, frantic need to get to the end. It’s a connection between us that feels so much bigger than anything ever has before.
We’re on the bed, bodies pressed together, taking our time to touch and taste every inch of each other’s bodies. There’s a thin sheen of sweat blanketing us, making our bodies slick so we glide against each other.
My lips are swollen and my arms are sore from holding myself above him, but I don’t ever want to stop. I want to keep holding and touching and kissing him for the rest of our lives. I want to bury myself inside him and never come up for air.
Trailing kisses down his body, I find myself at the only place I haven’t tasted him yet. I’ve licked into the creases of both legs, kissed his toes and ran my tongue over the arch of his foot, but the tantalizing cleft of his ass has yet to be explored. I’ve thought about it—I’ve thought about ita lot. But I saved it for last, knowing that once I’ve tasted him here, I won’t be able to come back from it. I wouldn’t be able to give all the other partsof him, like the tops of his knees and the dimples in his back, the attention they deserve, too.
My first lick is tentative and light, just over the skin where his cheeks come together. He squirms when I run my tongue along the seam, all the way down to the crease where his ass meets his thigh. I do the same on the other side, but this time, on my way up, I push my tongue between his cheeks. Ari pants, and I settle myself between his legs, leaning on one elbow while my free hand kneads and spreads his cheeks, exposing his perfect, pink hole to me. I press my middle finger over it, tap it twice, once for every time I’ve touched him here without deserving it. Once because I wanted to give him something he needed, while trying to deny I wanted it too. And once because I felt so possessive of him, I needed proof he hadn’t given himself to someone else in that way—as if I had the right. I’m not sure I deserve him now, but at least I can appreciate just how perfect he is.
Ari gasps when I replace my finger with my tongue, and I groan. I’m not sure what I thought eating ass would be like. I’ve never done it before. I’m pretty sure I’ve had a tongue or two near my asshole before, but I can’t remember it being anything spectacular.
But this? This is…This is something else. It’s so good, I might as well be the one being touched, because I feel like I could come right now, I’m so turned on. He tastes like salt and skin and something fucking addictive, like he’s excreting pheromones through his pores. I run the flat of my tongue over his hole, swirl the tip of my tongue around it, spear it, suck it, fucking make love to it with my mouth. All the while, Ari moans and gasps and whines, arching into me, rubbing his cock into the sheets, begging for more. I give him as much as I can, thrusting mytongue inside him, pushing my face between his cheeks to get closer.
“Fuuck, Will— I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
I’m not sure what world he’s living in if he thinks that’s going to make me stop. If anything, it just makes me double my efforts, reaching between his legs to push up under him and wrap my hand around his cock. He thrusts into it, slick with precum and spit, while I feast on his ass like a starving man.
When he comes, his hole spasms around my tongue. It undoes something inside me. It’s the hottest, sexiest, most erotic moment of my life, but it’s also easily the most intimate. I don’t think I could feel closer to him if my dick was inside him.
Gods, I want my dick to be inside him, but I know we aren’t ready yet. When that happens, I want there to be no doubt he knows what he means to me. I want there to be no doubt that we can make it together for the rest of our lives. Because there’s already no going back, but that moment will be the final barrier broken between us, when every wall comes down.
I’m still holding back, and Ari deserves better. I need to work harder for him, for us, if this is going to work.
So for now, I crawl up his body and press my chest to his back, slotting my cock between his wet cheeks. With my face buried in the back of his neck, and him moaning my name, I thrust myself against him, imagining the perfect, wet heat my tongue was just trapped in, and within seconds I come against the small of his back.
When I collapse onto my side and roll off him, I’m surprised that Ari wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pullsme in for a deep kiss. I moan into his mouth before pulling back to continue catching my breath.
“I’m surprised you want to kiss me after that,” I say breathlessly.
Ari laughs. “How is it any worse than your tongue being literally in my ass.”
“Fucking hell, that was so hot,” I groan. “I’ve never… In my whole life. Fuck, Ari.” I don’t even have words for it, but I can feel my spent cock attempting to twitch to life just thinking about it.
“Eh,” Ari says with a light laugh. “What’s a little ass to mouth between brothers?”
I snort and pull him into me, kissing his neck, his shoulder, anywhere I can reach without moving too far from my current position. I’m fucking wrecked, fading fast, and I can tell by the state of his giggles that he is, too.
Taking a quick minute to wipe Ari as clean as possible with the duvet cover, I toss it to the floor, turn off the lamp, and pull the sheet over us. “Guess we’ll just have to keep each other warm,” I say, pulling his back against my chest and nuzzling my face into his hair.
“Will?”
“Hmm?”
“Why didn’t you fuck me?”
“Because I haven't groveled enough yet,” I answer, my voice thick with sleep. “And because I wouldn’t have lasted more than a minute as keyed up as I was.”
“Fair enough,” he says with a soft laugh. After a few long moments, after I’ve nearly been pulled under, he says my name again. “Will?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you going to tell me where you were today?”
“I will, baby. I promise. But not tonight.”
He seems satisfied with that answer. His body relaxes into mine, and within minutes, his breaths even out.
