My body turns to keep my eyes on him, and I nearly stop breathing when I see the back of him.
The same glossy blue bands hug the curve of his ass, drawing the eye inward with two angled straps that form sharp V-shapes on either cheek. There’s no excess fabric, no distraction, just an intentional showcase of every perfect inch of him.
I don’t even realize I’m following him until he stops at the bottom edge of the bed, turning his head and grinning knowingly when my chest meets his back. The wet tent of my pants jabs him in the small of his back.
Ari, the seductive tease that he is, bends completely over, placing his forearms on the mattress and presenting me with a sight that may very well stop my heart. All I can see is smooth, pale skin outlined in silky blue angles that point me directly at his smooth, pink, perfect, glistening hole.
My hands come up instinctively to steady him—or maybe myself—and I stare down at what surely must be a prize for something I did in a prior life, because Lord knows I haven’t done anything worthy of what he’s given me so far.
Ari says something, but all that registers is an echoey sound like the notes of his sweet, lilting voice are bouncing off the sides of a tunnel.
Whatever he wants from me, I’m not moving fast enough, too preoccupied with staring at him. Ari straightens and reaches behind his back to tug my silky bottoms down my hips. They fall to the floor with a swish, and my cock bobs between us. I hiss when he takes me in hand, stroking me with a slick, wet hand. Lube. He’s lubing my cock, and then he’s notching me against his ass. He’s too much shorter than me to make it work, though, so he bends back over and repeats himself.
“Please, Will. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
“But—Wait. I have to?—”
“I’m ready for you.”
Still disoriented, I look down again, focusing in on the shine of lube in his asshole.
“You… prepped?” I’m not sure if I’m more turned on or slightly disappointed. My favorite pastime these last few weeks has been putting everything except my cock inside him—my tongue, my fingers, even a thin vibrator.
“Yes,” Ari hisses. “I’m ready. Please, Will, please…”
I press my thumb against his hole and press in, slowly sinking in to the knuckle. He’s wet and warm inside, the muscle giving way easily enough to my thumb, but my cock is a lot bigger than my thumb.
The lube sits beside him at the edge of the bed. I reach for it, squeezing some onto my fingers.
“I just want to make sure you’re ready enough,” I tell him, replacing my thumb with two fingers and sinking them into him. He moans. “I like stretching you out,” I tell him, pulsing my fingers inside. “I want to be the one to get you ready, so I know I’m not going to hurt you the first time I sink into this sweet, hot ass.” I ease a third finger in, pivoting my hand as I move in and out of him, pushing gently against his rim.
Ari groans and cants his hips back against my hand. “Please, Will. I’m ready. Please just fuck me. Please. Just do it already.”
I want to laugh at how impatient he is, but something about the moment doesn’t feel right.
The way he wants me tojust do it already, and how he’s bent over in front of me—it’s hot, don’t get me wrong. I want nothing more than to sink my cock inside him and pound him so hard he feels it for days. I know he can take it, he’s had almost my wholehand in there recently. But it feels too impersonal for something that feels so momentous.
Instead, I caress a hand down his spine, leaning over him fully, wrapping my arm around his waist and pulling his back to my front. I slide his body up the bed and then turn him over. Hovering over him, I look down and take the mask off his pretty face.
“I want to see you,” I tell him softly.
His eyes soften and he reaches up to do the same to me, then helps push the material of my shirt off my shoulders. I reposition myself between his legs, looking down to line myself up at his entrance. As I start to push inside, my eyes return to his. He holds my gaze, lips parting on a deep inhale as I slowly fill him. His body relaxes into me, welcoming me inside him like he’s been waiting for me all this time.
A full body shudder works its way from the crown of my cock to the tips of my toes and up to my hair follicles as I sheathe myself in the most intensely hot, wet, tight place I’ve ever put my cock. I’ve been with plenty of women, including anal, but it’s never felt like this. Part of it could be that I’m inside him bare—we already talked about not wanting a barrier between us. I’ve never done that before. Part of it could be his insane muscle control and the way his ring is so tight around me as I slide inside.
I think it’s just that it’s him. He’s fucking perfect. For me. My good thing. My chosen everything.
When I’m fully inside him, I have to take a moment to gather myself and breathe so this isn’t over before it starts. I rest my forehead against his and whisper a bunch of unintelligiblegarble about how fucking good he feels. He laughs and kisses me, and just like every time, I feel the kiss all the way down to my toes. A jolt runs through me, and I can’t not move. I rock into him in slow, short thrusts, circling my hips, shifting to feel him at different angles. Every one of them feels amazing, but when I angle my hips upward just right, he gasps and clenches around me, and I know this is where I’m meant to be. The angle is a little hard to hit perfectly, but Ari has me hook his leg over one arm, which tilts his body to meet mine. Now I’m in him even deeper, at just the right angle that he’s moaning and crying out with each slow, deep thrust.
It’s intense. He feels so fucking good, and a big part of me is having a mental crisis that this is actually happening. I’m actually inside him right now.I’m inside Ari.In all my filthiest dreams, I imagined myself taking him like this, slow and deep and all romantic-like, then gradually increasing speed and intensity until I’m pounding into him like some kind of sex god, making him scream in ecstasy.
Instead, I’m barely hanging on, keeping my movements steady and controlled so I can focus on lasting. I’m barely breathing, shaking and sweating, trying to keep myself together, mentally praying to every deity I can think of that I can make him come first.
Jesus fuck, please fucking come. Please fucking come. Please come. Pleasecomepleasecomepleasecome. Ohmygodpleeeaaase.
“Fuck, Ari! I need you to come for me, baby,” I pant.
Ari groans like I’ve said something that hurts him and reaches down to stroke his cock.
