Gabriel’s eyes snap to mine, searching, and then he nods. “Okay. Yeah.”
I pull my fingers out carefully and reach for the toy. I pour lube onto it, coating the silicone thoroughly, and position myself above Gabriel. He’s still spread open for me, his legs bent and pulled back, and the sight is so beautiful I nearly whimper.
I press the toy against his entrance. “Ready?”
“Please,” Gabriel breathes. “Push it in, Marshall.”
I do, slowly, watching as the toy breaches him. His entrance stretches around the flared head, and Gabriel’s face contorts, pleasure mixing with discomfort. I pause, letting him adjust, and then push deeper.
The toy slides in inch by inch, and I watch his face the entire time. His eyes are closed, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.
“You look so hot like this,” I tell him. “Taking it so prettily.”
Gabriel’s eyes flutter open at my words, and he relaxes further, his body opening up to accept more of the toy.
“That’s it,” I encourage, pushing it deeper. “Just like that.”
I start to move it, pulling out a few inches and then pushing back in, finding a rhythm. Gabriel’s breathing gets heavier, his hands clutching at the sheets, and after a few thrusts, he starts to push back, meeting each movement.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” Gabriel gasps. “Fuck yes.”
I push deeper, angling the toy to hit the spot I found earlier, and Gabriel cries out. His cock pulses, another bead of precum sliding down, and I watch, mesmerized, as he takes more and more.
“Look at you fucking yourself on it. So greedy.”
Gabriel whimpers at my words and his movements get more frantic, his hips rolling, riding the toy. I hold it steady and let him set the pace, watching as he loses himself in the sensation.
“Marshall,” he gasps after a few minutes. “Stop. Fuck, stop. I’m too close.”
I still immediately, then carefully pull the toy out. Gabriel whimpers at the loss, even though he’s the one who asked me to stop, his entrance clenching around nothing as I set the toy aside.
I grab the lube and pour it directly onto my cock, coating myself thoroughly. My hand is shaking slightly as I spread it over my length, and when I look up, Gabriel is watching me with hunger in his eyes.
“Please,” he says, his voice breaking. “Fuck me, Marshall.”
I position myself between his legs, lining up my cock with his entrance. The head presses against him and I pause, looking at his face.
“Push back,” I tell him.
Gabriel does, his hips pushing toward me, and I feel my head breach his entrance. The heat and tightness are overwhelming, and I have to close my eyes for a second, fighting the urge to just slam forward and bury myself to the hilt.
“More,” Gabriel begs. “Please, Marshall, more.”
I push forward slowly, inch by inch, feeling his body stretch around me. He’s tight, so tight despite all the prep. I feel every ridge, every clench of muscle, every pulse of heat.
Halfway in, I pause. “How are you?”
“So full.” Gabriel’s voice is strained, his hands gripping my forearms. “But it feels good. Keep going.”
I push deeper, and Gabriel’s breath hitches. His fingers dig into my skin, and I watch his face for any sign that I need to stop. But all I see is pleasure mixed with the intensity of the stretch.
Finally, I’m fully seated inside him, my hips flush against his ass. I freeze, not daring to move, just feeling him around me.
“Baby,” I breathe, the word slipping out yet again. “You’re so tight. I’m not gonna last.”
Gabriel’s hands slide from my forearms to my back, pulling me down. “Don’t hold back,” he says against my ear.
