Ezra leaned toward him and their mouths collided, a touch that was warm and wet and not too hard but also not too soft. Ezra loved nibbling on Roman’s lips and making all the little noises he liked to hear. The kissing only made Ezra’s head fuzzier, so that he didn’t know how long it had been with him sitting there, his penis rigid and aching and sticking to his tight jockstrap while Roman’s hands roamed all over his back and buttocks, caressing and squeezing him like he was kneading dough. The Boy Butter was already out and open—when Roman had done that, he couldn’t be sure—and Roman’s slick finger was gliding over his hole, taunting and tempting it to open, making it flutter with anticipation. All Ezra could do was hold onto Roman’s thick neck and pant between kisses. He sounded more like a dog than a reindeer and somehow, he’d lost his antlers too.
“Take off your strap, Ezra,” Roman said in a low, gravelly voice. “And put your sweet ass right in front of me where I can reach it.”
Ezra scrambled to stand on the bed and kicked off the elastic strap, which went flying somewhere across the room. He face-planted into the end of Roman’s mattress, arms spread wide, and tucked his knees underneath him. He tilted his butt toward Roman, as instructed. Strong hands grabbed his thighs and lifted him even higher. And then…
Ezra was glad that he’d done a deep clean because Roman’s mouth was all over him, hungrier than ever before. Ezra had been a little self-conscious the first time Roman licked him down there, but he figured if the man could stand to eat bleu cheese, he could also stand to eat out his pleasure hole.
Ezra gave up control of his legs and sank into the sensation of Roman licking inside of him like he was a tasty treat. His hole dilated and constricted around Roman’s tongue, softening to the intimate and probing touch. Ezra used to tense up at the feel of Roman’s wet tongue on his opening, but he’d learned to relax his muscle and push out a little, so Roman could get deeper inside. Sex was definitely a team sport! His hands fisted the sheets as he moaned through the sensation. He both loved and hated this kind of foreplay because even though it felt so good, it was also a terrible tease.
“My pudendal nerve is stimulated,” Ezra said dizzily when Roman had paused his assault. “Are you going to penetrate me with your long dong now?”
“Not yet, cutie. That was just a warm-up.”
Roman’s fingers now massaged him like meat, getting his hole slick and buttery with lube. Roman’s first digit went in smoothly, skirting right past his opening to lodge firmly inside of him. Ezra tightened when Roman crooked his finger and rubbed over Ezra’s prostate. Like a match had been struck inside of him, it caused Ezra to jolt on the bed and nearly dislodge him.
“Found it,” Roman said with satisfaction.
“It’s too sensitive,” Ezra mewled, drawing one knee up to his chest. “I don’t want to climax before you’re even inside of me.”
“Squeeze the base of your erection really hard if you think you’re going to come. I’m going to avoid that spot for a little bit while I get you ready, okay?”
Ezra muffled his assent into the bedsheets. Roman pumped his digit in and out a few times, dragging it slowly along the walls of his rectum while stretching his tight bands of muscle. Ezra rutted against Roman’s hand and clawed his genitals with his fingernails whenever the sensation became too much. Roman added a second finger; it burned all the way inside as he gave a few shallow thrusts. Ezra reminded himself to be like an amoeba with no firm shape of his own. He knew that a human rectum could stretch to accommodate much larger objects than Roman’s penis. There was nothing he needed to fear.
“How you doing, baby?”
“Fine.” Ezra arched into Roman’s touch, causing the man’s fingers to brush over his prostate again and send a zing right through him.
“Want to take a break? I have something I can plug you with.”
Ezra shook his head. He was impatient, yes, but he also knew he wanted to do it now, rather than wait even longer. What torture. “I’m ready for more.”
“Three now, babe,” Roman said and then three fingers were pushing inside to stretch him open.
“Ow,” Ezra whimpered and squirmed on the bed. His legs were shaking, and his butthole burned a little as Roman applied more friction.
“You’re doing so good,” Roman encouraged. “I can tell you’ve been practicing. Your tiny pink hole is opening up so nice for me now. Like turning a key and unlocking a door. You must really want it, huh?”
“I really do,” Ezra whined. He imagined Roman filling him up completely, rubbing against his prostate while he orgasmed, and depositing his own seed inside of him. Ezra wanted Roman so badly.
“I’m going to roll you over now. I want to see how you’re doing.”
Ezra let himself be turned onto his back. His vision was little fuzzy from holding his breath intermittently, but he stared up at his handsome boyfriend who was trying so hard to be careful.
“Grip your legs under your knees and hold them open for me.”
Ezra spread himself wide and let his head fall to one side. “Soon?” he asked as Roman’s fingers remained stubbornly inside, making his rectum constrict and expand around the intrusion, giving him a cramped, full feeling. He didn’t think he could endure much more of this uncomfortable build-up.
“Almost, babe. You still want to do this?”
“Yes,” Ezra said with a little less confidence.
Roman used his free hand to slather lube on his naked erection and smeared more of it around Ezra’s hole. He felt so exposed, raw and open, like an oyster that had been pried apart. Despite the pain, his hips rocked into the movement, seeking more. Roman’s fingers finally withdrew, giving him a momentary reprieve, and then Roman lined himself up. His penis, which Ezra knew to be larger than average, now seemed enormous.
Don’t look at it then,Ezra chided himself.
“Deep breath, sweetness,” Roman said and on Ezra’s exhale, he pushed inside.
One time in P.E. Ezra had been given a baseball glove that was too small for his hand. He’d had to cram his fingers inside of it and make it fit well enough to catch a baseball or at least try to. Similarly, Ezra felt like a too-small glove for Roman’s sizable cock.
