"So fucking perfect," he said.
His thumbs pressed slightly harder, parting him just enough to see, to appreciate. Adriel felt the cool air against his most intimate place and shuddered. Then Landen leaned down and pressed his mouth to the same spot, just above, just below, he couldn't tell, couldn't think, and the heat of it made his whole body jerk.
"Landen…"
"Shh." Another kiss, placed right at the top of the cleft. "I've got you."
Adriel heard the nightstand drawer open. Landen’s hand rifling through it. The click of a cap. His heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat, in his temples, in the cock that was trapped between his stomach and the mattress, leaking steadily.
Then the cool press of slicked fingers against him.
Circling slowly. Teasing. Landen's touch was light, barely there, making him push back for more. When one finger finally pushed inside, Adriel's breath left him in a long, shuddering exhale.
"Oh…"
"Yeah," Landen breathed. "That's it."
He worked him open carefully. One finger moving in slow strokes, finding the rhythm, learning what made Adriel's breath catch and what made him push back for more. He curled it slightly on each inward stroke, searching, exploring.
When he added the second finger, Adriel's whole body tensed.
"Breathe," Landen reminded him. His free hand pressed warm and steady against the small of Adriel's back. "Just breathe through it."
Adriel tried. Failed. Tried again. The stretch was intense; not painful, butfull, a reminder of how long it had been since someone had done this to him.
Landen waited. Stilled inside him until he felt Adriel's body relax, accept, begin to push back against the intrusion. Then he moved again; scissoring gently, stretching him wider, preparing him for what was coming.
When he found the spot inside that made Adriel's whole body go rigid, he knew immediately.
Adriel's cock, trapped against the mattress, pulsed violently. A sound tore out of him, high and broken, and his hips pushed back without permission, trying to force Landen's fingers deeper, harder, onto that spot again.
Landen obliged. Crooked his fingers and hit it again. And again. He worked that spot until Adriel was pulling the pillow against his face to muffle the sounds he was making; loud, desperate, utterly shameless sounds that filled the room.
"Don't." Landen's hand moved from his back to pull the pillow away. "I want to hear you."
Adriel turned his head to the side, gasping, cheeks red.
Landen added a third finger. The stretch was more intense now; a burn that bordered on too much and then settled into something exquisite. He worked them in slowly, giving Adriel time, and then found that spot again and stayed there. Crooking his fingers. Massaging. Driving Adriel slowly out of his mind.
"Please," Adriel heard himself say. His voice was wrecked. "Please, Landen, I need…"
"What do you need?" Landen's voice was rough now. The control in it wearing thin, fraying at the edges. "Tell me."
"You. Inside me. Please. Now."
"Me?" Landen asked.
"Yes," Adriel said. His voice cracked on the word. "Please..."
The fingers withdrew.
Adriel felt the loss of them acutely; felt empty, aching, desperate to be filled again. He heard the sound of the condom wrapper tearing, the quiet rustle of it being rolled on. He pressed his forehead to the mattress and tried to breathe.
Then Landen's hands were at his hips. Repositioning him gently. Lifting him slightly, adjusting the angle. One hand pressed against the small of his back, encouraging him to arch more, to present himself fully. Adriel obeyed without thought, without hesitation, his body responding to Landen's touch like it had been waiting for this all along.
And then the blunt pressure of him pushing slowly inside.
Adriel moaned. Long and low and completely unguarded as Landen pushed in slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Inch by inch. His hands gripped Adriel's hips with firm, warm pressure.
