Propped up on his elbows, his darkened gaze sweeps down to where I’m currently rubbing slow circles over the rim of his exposed hole. I know what I like, so I figure I’ll give him the same kind of treatment.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he arches his back as I tease him, pushing down onto my fingers. “More, Benji. Now.”
My stomach flutters and my cock twitches with anticipation. Even if he’s bottoming, he’s still Daddy. Still dominant. Still taking charge here. I love it.
I love him.
The thought almost makes me tremble.
We haven’t even been officially dating for twenty-four hours yet!
But we have known each other for months. We’ve been talking for months. Building a solid foundation for our relationship for months. I don’t just love him as a Daddy or as a boyfriend, I love him as the good friend he has become over this time as well. It’s all part and parcel of the same relationship in the end, isn’t it?
“You okay?” he asks when I hesitate for what is clearly a moment or two too long.
I promised to communicate honestly.
The thought makes my mouth dry. When I made that promise to myself and to Kris, it covered all the negative thought spirals and my fears of not being good enough, of being too bratty and too high maintenance. I never thought it would cover any positive feelings that are equally scary to voice, but here we are.
Still, if I can’t be honest with him about this, too, then that also seems kind of silly.
So, I take a deep breath and smile at him. “I’ve never been better,” I reply. Then, before I lose my nerve, I add, “I love you, Kristian.”
It’s probably not the best time to make the confession, what with him spread-eagled on the bed and my lubed fingers circling his hole, but I want him to know it before I fuck him. Before he shares yet another experience with me that happens to be a first for me. I’ve already shared so many with him, and I hope to share many more.
Relief almost overwhelms me as Kris sits up and grabs my shoulders, pulling me in for a deep kiss. “I love you, too, Benji.” I almost eat his words, spoken as they are with our lips still smushed together. “Fuck, how’d I get so lucky?”
I nuzzle our noses together. “I think we’re both lucky to have found each other…but I’m the one who’s about to getreallylucky.”
He gasps as I shove him back down onto the bed, taking up position between his legs again. As my finger breaches him, I groan. He feels so good around the digit, slippery from the lube, and warm and tight. A little silken, even.
“Oh god, Benji. That’s it. Good boy. Go deeper. Crook your—fuck!”
Kris’s back bows as I find his prostate and give it a couple of strokes with the tip of my finger.
“More,” he demands. “Give me more, baby. More fingers. I can take them.”
Any remaining worries that I’m not going to be good at this melt away as I do exactly what Kris tells me to, my dick getting increasingly harder the more he voices his pleasure.
I’m doing that, I think to myself with pride and awe.That’s all me.
It’s a powerful, heady feeling knowing that I’m in charge of his pleasure while he takes control as Daddy.
By the time his hole is stretched around three of my fingers, my cock is throbbing with the need to be buried deep inside him. When I glance down at it, the head is a deep, almost angry red, glistening with precum. Even though my right hand is busy, I reach for my dick with my left hand, desperate for touch of some kind. Any kind.
“No, Benji,” Kris’s tone is all Daddy; firm and way too coherent for a man with three fingers pumping in and out of his ass. Startled, I look at him with wide eyes and he smirks under that sexy beard. “That” —he juts his chin towards my dick— “is for me only.”
“Fuck,” I whine, “but I need—”
“Roll the condom on.”
I could weep from the relief of being able to touch myself even in that way. Especially knowing what the action signals.
Soon, I’ll be sliding inside him.
With how worked up I am, and with this being my first time, I’ll be lucky to last a minute fucking him. But it’s okay; I know he won’tcare how long I last. Not when I can see his adoration written all over his face, despite the heat of what is happening right now.
“That’s enough.” Kris’s gaze is trained on my hand, gratuitously stroking my now-sheathed cock. “It’s on properly.”
