Dustin's eyes darkened. “Fuck,” he said again, and then he was moving between Greg's legs, pushing his thighs wider apart. He poured more lube into his hand and slicked himself up, his eyes never leaving Greg's face.
“This is going to be intense,” he warned, positioning himself at Greg's entrance. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
Greg nodded, his hands gripping the sheets. He felt the blunt head of Dustin's cock pressing against him, felt the first piercing, cold and insistent. There was pressure, then a burning stretch as Dustin pushed inside, inch by careful inch.
Greg's breath caught. It was more than the fingers had prepared him for — Dustin was thicker, the piercings adding an edge of sensation that had him teetering between pleasure and pain. He forced himself to relax, to breathe through it, and felt Dustin pause halfway inside, giving him time to adjust.
“Okay?” Dustin asked, his voice strained.
“Yeah.” Greg wrapped his legs around Dustin's waist, pulling him closer. “Don't stop.”
Dustin groaned and thrust forward, burying himself fully inside Greg. The feeling was overwhelming — the fullness, the stretch, the metal of the piercings pressing against sensitive inner walls. Greg's hands scrabbled at Dustin's back, his body adjusting to the invasion.
He did not know how to catalogue these sensations. His brain didn't have words for them.
Dustin held still, his forehead pressed against Greg's shoulder, his breathing ragged. “You feel so good,” he whispered. “So fucking good.”
Greg couldn't respond. He was too focused on the sensation of Dustin inside him, on the feeling of being so completely enveloped. After a moment, he shifted experimentally, and the movement sent a jolt of pleasure through him.
“Oh,” he gasped.
Dustin lifted his head, his eyes meeting Greg's with an intensity that made Greg's breath catch. “Yeah?”
Greg nodded, unable to form words. Dustin started to move, pulling out slightly before pushing back in, setting a slow, careful rhythm. Each thrust sent a wave of sensation through Greg's body, the piercings creating a unique friction that had him gasping with every stroke.
The discomfort faded quickly, replaced by a deep, building pleasure. Dustin's hips found an angle that hit that spot inside Greg again and again, each thrust making him see stars. He felt his orgasm building rapidly, a coil tightening in his lower body.
“Dustin,” he panted, “I'm — I can't?—”
“Let go,” Dustin urged, his voice rough. “I've got you.”
Greg came with a cry, his body clenching around Dustin, waves of pleasure washing over him. Dustin groaned, his movements becoming more frantic, his control slipping. A few more thrusts and he followed, his body tensing as he emptied himself inside Greg.
For a moment, they stayed joined, breathing heavily, the aftershocks rippling through them. Then Dustin carefully withdrew, collapsing beside Greg on the bed.
Greg turned his head to look at him. Dustin's eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Greg reached out to touch his face, tracing the line of his jaw with gentle fingers.
Dustin opened his eyes and smiled, a lazy, satisfied smile. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” Greg replied. He felt... different. Full, in a way he hadn't expected. Sated, in a way that went beyond the physical.
“So,” Dustin said. “How does the real thing compare to the articles?”
Greg shook his head. “I don't think articles can accurately describe this.”
“Yeah,” Dustin agreed. “I don't think so either. By the way, tell Valerie that our sex life is none of her business. And also…”
“Also?”
Dustin grinned. “Thank her for asking.”
“That's contradictory!”
“All the best things in life are,” Dustin said easily.
“Not true,” Greg insisted.
“Oh?”
“You're the best thing in my life, and that makes complete sense and is not contradictory at all.”
Dustin blinked, and then he laughed and pulled Greg against himself. “I love you too.”
Greg closed his eyes and smiled, satisfied that things did, in fact, make perfect sense.
