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He nodded.

“Now, let’s check you’re still ready for me,” he said, as he slid his three fingers back in. He was ready.

Mason lubed his cock and lined himself up at Zeb’s hole. He lifted Zeb’s legs so he was lying across Mason’s hips. Gripping the end of his cock, he pushed past the first ring of muscle.

“Fuuuuck,” Zeb shouted, his face twisted in discomfort.

His priority was to not cause Zeb any pain, so that made Mason want to pull out, but he knew it would be easier for him to get used to it if he stayed inside him. He only had the tip in, and the surrounding tightness had him on the edge already.

Zeb looked him in the eyes and nodded, so Mason guided more of his cock inside.

“Fuck me,” he exclaimed.

“That’s what I’m trying to do, sweetheart.”

“Don’t make me laugh,” he said, but when he did, Mason pushed inside more.

He had just over half his cock inside now. He’d experienced guys who could only take about that much, and Mason could still fuck and get both of them off. But this wasn’t a hookup, it was Zeb.

Mason pulled his cock out slightly and pushed in again. Zeb moaned, so he made a few more shallow strokes, not going any deeper.

“Okay, give me more.”

He pushed in a bit more, and Zeb cried out again.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. You’re so tight for me.”

“Flatterer.”

They both laughed, so Mason pushed forward again.

“Is that all of it?” asked Zeb.

“A couple more inches.”

“Jesus, how many men have been able to take this dick?”

“You’re asking me that question now?”

“Just get it all in me and then hold it there.”

“Why don’t you ride me?”

“Later. I’m not starting again now.”

Mason snorted, causing Zeb to glare at him. He kissed him gently and pushed the rest inside so he was buried to the hilt. Zeb gasped, and Mason continued to swap slow kisses with him, holding himself in position. The tightness was overwhelming, but he wouldn’t take his eyes off Zeb. His were closed, as he breathed in and out. After what could only have been twenty seconds, he opened his eyes and smiled at Mason, who gave a few rolls of his hips.

“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart. I love you so much.”

“I . . . I . . . love you too.”

Mason kissed him, taking possession of his mouth, and jerked his hips. Not his full strength, but enough to have Zeb cry out in pleasure, and for Mason to moan as he used all his restraint to hold back his orgasm. Mason continued to fuck into Zeb, only pulling half his cock out before slamming back in. He was so close, he wasn’t sure if he could last. He needed to get Zeb off first, but before he could do anything about it, Zeb cried out even louder, and Mason felt the warmth of Zeb’s cum pulsing out against his own stomach.

Mason kissed Zeb harder and snapped his hips three more times before he gave one final thrust and unloaded inside him. He wanted to bury himself as deep as he could and stay there.

Zeb looked completely wrecked, but there was a faint smile on his face. He pulled out slowly, but caught the wince from Zeb. His cum trickled out of Zeb’s still-open hole, and Mason couldn’t stop himself from looking at it. He hadn’t had unprotected sex with many people in his life. Coming out in the early noughties, it was drummed into him by everyone, and he rarely got close enough to anyone to have that conversation. With Zeb, it was different. He’d asked for there to be no barrier between them, and Mason would never deny him what he wanted.

He kissed Zeb slowly, who smiled and looked as if he was about to pass out.