He said the words so gently, so teasingly, I knew he was thinking about whether or not I was ready. I knew he was tiptoeing around my freak-out, but he was still flirting, too, and finding a way to heat my desire.
It felt good to have him tease me like that.
“I do,” I answered, kissing his neck. “Do you want to fuck me?”
Izzy’s legs twitched. “Really?” he asked.
Izzy had never topped before, and I didn’t have a lot of experience bottoming. But when I saw the desire flickering in his eyes, his answer was clear.
“If you want it,” I answered.
“Yeah,” he said, eyes wide. “I do.”
“Wait.” I pressed my hand to his chest and then dragged my fingers across his hard nipples. “There’s more.”
Izzy tilted his head to the side as I reached over him and rummaged in my nightstand. My hands started shaking, but I didn’t stop to think about it.
We were going to have fun again, no matter what my damn brain tried to do about it.
I pulled out the unicorn horn. The white, sparkly horn stuck out from a headband, which curved down on either side. I’d found the little costume accessory at a store near work and rushed home with it in a paper bag like I’d just bought a porno mag.
But I’d done it. And it might not have seemed like a big deal, but I knew Izzy would understand the significance.
“Kai,” Izzy gasped. “Is this yours?”
“Just got it,” I said, then pulled the headband on, positioning it behind my actual ears. “It’s myI’m sorry I freaked outunicorn horn.”
Izzy giggled, his deep voice lilting into a musical laugh. “Cute. Very nicely done. A-plus boyfriend apology.”
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The soft horn stuck straight up and glittered with sparkles, and the fact that I was totally naked and sporting a massive erection made it feel even sillier than when I tried it on earlier.
But then I saw the overjoyed, horny flare in Izzy’s eyes. “You like this?” I teased, drawing my hand up the inside of his thighs until I found his hard cock. “You like my hard horn?”
Izzy gasped and jerked his hips. “Yes,” he whimpered.
“I like that you like it,” I said, bouncing my hand lightly up and down his length.
Izzy wriggled beneath me, his breath hot and fast. Just taking a week off from having sex with him made me ravenous, and every twitch of his body tugged on my need.
Even if I felt weird and embarrassed about dressing up, the fact that Izzy loved it gave me more than enough reason to indulge.
And as I slid my cock up his length, thrusting us together, it was clear I was indulging myself, just as much as I was indulging him. I had permission to be playful and to have fun with him again, and it felt like heaven.
Hiding from this was one of my worst ideas ever.
I grabbed the lube, then squirted some in our hands. Hovering above Izzy, I slicked his cock while he worked his fingers along my rim. My hole twitched for him, and just the slight pressure was enough to light me.
The few times I’d bottomed, I had been so deep in my head about it, I hadn’t really enjoyed the experience. I felt self-conscious about my body and whether I would be able to perform and enjoy myself. But watching us in the mirror, the unicorn horn flopping on my head, I sank into the moment, present and alive.
“Does that feel good?” Izzy asked, circling my rim with a finger and pushing in.
My cock twitched as my nerves sparked. “Yes,” I groaned. “So good.”
“Yeah,” Izzy purred, slipping a second finger past my entrance. “It feels really good.”
I tumbled forward, our faces only inches apart while he worked me. Our hard cocks slapped together, and when I moved with the rhythm of his thrust, I could feel his twitching.
“Should I put a condom on?” Izzy asked. “Or…”
