Rafael is on his back. He takes the lube, then grabs my butt to hitch me forward, enough that he can reach my hole. My breath catches as he spreads the lube, his hand gliding with one slick motion from his cock to my hole and back.
I twitch, then harder.
“Do you want me to open you with my fingers first, Alexander?”
He’s saying my name more than he usually does. The sound of it wrenches me, feeding the burning embers. “I want to take you,” I say. “I think I can, if we go slow.”
Rafael slicks his cock again, then strokes his hard length toward me. “You’re so hot,” he tells me.
I laugh. It’s funny, but I actually feel pretty hot, my insecurities fading away. I push myself up and arch back, then grin at him. “We’re hot,” I say, then take his cock. It takes me a second to find my position, but then I rub his crown over my rim. The warm pressure electrifies me, and Rafael grabs my hips and groans with ecstasy. Rafael got tested for us a couple weeks ago, and I’m eager to feel things with him that I’ve never felt with another person.
“Fuck, Alexander.”
My pulse jumps as I almost fall forward, but Rafael catches me. He’s bigger than me, stronger, and he easily supports my weight. I figure out how to move my hips, grinding my hole to the hot pressure of his cock, and Rafael and I both start to pant.
I can already feel him inside of me. Just his hands on my cheeks send me hurtling toward my climax. I’ve wanted this for so, so long, and now that I’m here, it’s even better than I imagined. The world spins around us, and right in the middle of it, Rafael and I are the only stable things.
We’re in love, and we’re going to make a future together.
Somehow, we writhe into position. His crown presses against my rim, and I feel myself clench. Then Rafael takes my hand and strokes my arm, like when he was first helping me relax enough to kiss. I twitch, let out a shuddered breath, and then finally open to him.
Rafael grabs my hip and steadies me. I only sink down an inch before I press my palms against his broad, hairy chest, steadying myself. “Oh god,” I gasp.
“Easy,” Rafael encourages me, cooing the word. “How do you feel, babe?”
When he calls me babe, I twitch again. My hole seizes hard around his tip, and I cry out in pleasure and pain. It burns, but the heat scorches through me in a way that feels good, and my erection throbs and leaks, dripping onto Rafael’s stomach.
“I feel good,” I whimper. I’m perched in position, and my thighs are tense, but when I lean forward and give my weight to Rafael, I relax and sink a little further. “I feel full,” I say.
I look down to Rafael. His hair splays out to the side, dark and straight, and the lines of his beard play against the soft curves of his face. The love I feel for him surges through me and surges back to me from him.
I writhe my hips, finding movement again. “Just like that,” Rafael encourages, and he moves gently beneath me, rocking with my slow motion.
He sinks in deeper, then deeper. The burn takes my breath, but soon, his slick movement feels natural. The building pressure thrums, and even though I’m not touching my cock, it twitches, aching for relief.
With another gasp, I sink down far enough that I can lean forward again. Rafael takes me in a kiss.
“Ride me,” he says, matching my rhythm. “Just like that, babe.”
I arch my hips, dragging my tight hole up and down his stiff length. There are sounds coming out, but not words. I bounce my hips harder, and Rafael matches me, thrusting up from below.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, pumping. “You’re so hot, Alexander.”
I’m on the edge of my climax. I can feel Rafael’s hands on my hips, his cock buried deep inside of me, our legs tangled. I can smell him and taste him. I’m dripping sweat onto his body and leaking pearls of precum, and he’s groaning my name, and this is real.
It’s real.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp. My core clenches tight as a fist, and I can feel Rafael everywhere. “I’m ready!”
“Urrnngghh,” he groans, then bucks his hips up. I ride down against him, taking Rafael against my throbbing prostate. It feels like I’m coming, but I ride through another wave of excruciating heat, then another, until finally I climax. It hits me like lightning. Rafael’s wet release fills me as his cock stretches, and I shoot fat wads of cum against his chest, quaking from my core.
“Fuck,” Rafael groans. I collapse, and he takes me into his arms. “You’re amazing.”
He’s still buried deep in me, and I don’t want that to change. I press my body down against his, inhaling him and trembling. “Amazing,” I repeat.
Rafael strokes the back of my head. My heart beats against his, and we both breathe, slow and ragged. I’m dizzy and happy and spent, and I nuzzle against his beard.
We’re home in each other’s arms, where we’re supposed to be.
