“Is that a warning?” Trey chuckled, nipping his lower lip.
“Fuck. Me.”
“I plan to.”
“Now.” Magnus sucked in a rush of air when Trey’s cock grazed his taint.
Had they not needed protection, Magnus would’ve welcomed Trey inside him right then and there. Screw the lube, screw all common sense, he would’ve taken the man inside his body. He was that fucking desperate to be used by him. It was rare for Magnus to get so caught up in someone, especially during sex, so it took him by surprise just how willing he was.
Luckily Trey was still sane, because he was off the bed in an instant, padding naked out of the bedroom. When he returned, he was carrying a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube.
Magnus had enough time to ease his heart out of the dangerously-close-to-exploding range, watching as Trey ripped open a condom, rolled it on, then crawled back onto the bed, lube in his hand.
“You sure you’re up for this?” Trey asked, kneeling beside him.
“Do your worst,” he goaded.
Trey’s eyes were dark in the dimly lit room, but Magnus could see the glint in them as he pumped the lubricant into his palm, stroked himself with one hand.
Christ. This was going to fucking hurt. He knew it, and part of him hesitated. It had been too damn long since he’d bottomed for anyone.
“Turn over,” Trey said, smacking his thigh.
Magnus tried to hide his hesitation as he slowly rolled onto his stomach. He didn’t have much time to be reluctant, because Trey gripped his hips, jerked him back so he was on all fours. Fully expecting Trey to ram inside him, he braced himself, locking his elbows, gritting his teeth. That was the very reason he cried out when Trey didn’t thrust into him with his cock but rather his tongue.
“Oh, fuck,” he hissed, his chest crashing to the bed as the pleasure made his limbs weak.
When was the last time he’d been rimmed? Hell, he couldn’t remember, but fucking hell, it felt good. Too good. He moaned in earnest, cock throbbing as pleasure assaulted him.
It went on and on, but not nearly long enough before Trey’s mouth slowed.
“You ready for me?” Trey asked, his words darkly erotic as his lips trailed over Magnus’s ass cheek.
Magnus found he was rocking, forward, back, desperate for more as cool liquid ran down the crack of his ass. The chill on his overheated skin made goose bumps appear but he welcomed them. He was a riot of sensation, dangerously close to sensory overload.
When Trey pushed a finger inside him, Magnus’s cock swelled, his balls tightening as sparks ignited along his spine. It had been so long since…
Trey wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t gentle. He fingered Magnus with skill and attention. It was heaven and hell at the same time, too much but not enough, exquisite yet terrifying.
And Magnus never wanted it to stop.
“Oh, fuck … Trey … oh, fuck.”
That finger remained inside him, pumping slowly, but Magnus was aware of Trey shifting behind him. Another finger pressed inside, scissored, causing a bite of pain that was quickly overridden by pleasure.
“More,” he pleaded, knowing he was too damn close to the edge.
Trey’s fingers disappeared, then the pressure of his cock against his hole became his only focus. Time seemed to slow as the tension mounted again, fear of more pain took over, had his muscles locking. He didn’t even realize he was doing it until he felt Trey’s breath against his ear.
“Relax. Let it feel good.”
If only.
Trey’s lips glided over his shoulders as the weight of him covered Magnus, forcing his upper body flat to the mattress. The reprieve gave him time to breathe, time to pull himself back from the brink even as he anxiously awaited Trey’s next move.
“You wanna feel my cock inside you?”
Magnus nodded.
