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When he slid one inside with a tiny grunt, I finally launched into action, scrambling onto the bed to join him. Settling between his spread legs, I tentatively placed my hands on his ass. His pale, perfect ass. I kind of wanted to bite it.

And I kind of thought he’d like that.

Breath hitching, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his ass cheek. He moaned, hips jerking as he added a second finger and plunged them as deep as he could. When I gently grazed with my teeth, he cried out and shuddered hard.

“Ricky.” His voice was gravelly. In a rush, he slid his fingers free and reached for the nightstand again, before flipping over and sitting up as he tore open a condom packet.

Kissing me messily, he rolled the condom onto my dick without even looking, then squirted more lube into his palm and slicked my entire length. I shuddered, biting down on his lip as I fought the urge to come already. Elliot seemed to like that, because he grew even more frantic.

“Fuck, now.” He lay back and yanked me on top of him, lifting his knees to his chest until his calves hugged my sides. “Now, Ricky. Fuck me.”

I fumbled with my dick, trying not to hyperventilate with lust as I lined it up. There was a moment of resistance before he relaxed enough for the head to pop inside in a rush. I choked on a breath, going completely still as I started to shake. Slick, tight warmth squeezed my dick. Elliot’s frantic fingers fisted my hair as he trembled beneath me, breathing hard and fast.

“Ricky.” He lunged up and crushed his mouth to mine, moaning into the kiss. My hips arched forward instinctively, and we both gasped as my dick sank fully inside him until we were pressed tightly together.

“Oh my god.” Elliot almost sounded on the brink of tears. “It’s so f-fucking hot. Oh my god, Ricky.”

“Is it okay?” I whispered unsteadily, my eyes wanting to squeeze shut as I pulled my hips back before sliding deep again. Oh god, nothing had ever felt this good.

“It’s s-so good.” Elliot flung his arms around my neck and kissed me again with a desperate moan. “Holy shit. Keep going. Faster.”

That was no problem at all, because I was already desperate to start thrusting uncontrollably, the pleasure too intense. We kissed feverishly as my hips began to move, speeding up more and more until we could do nothing but pant against each other’s mouths.

Elliot clutched my nape, gazing up at me with heavy, lust-glazed eyes as his body jerked beneath me with every thrust. My face was warm with self-consciousness, but I couldn’t look away. Not when it let me see the pleasured anguish painted over his features, increasingly loud moans escaping him with every panting breath.

I was honestly surprised I’d lasted this long. It felt unreal. He was warm and tight, and I still couldn’t believe I was inside him. I was actually fucking him. Without all that much finesse, but it didn’t seem to matter. I could feel his throbbing cock rubbing against my belly, and in a rush, Elliot stiffened up, his limbs shaking as his fingers dug hard into the back of my neck.

His eyes scrunched shut as a strained shout tore from his parted lips. Wet heat spurted against my skin, drawing a desperate moan from me as he clenched up around my dick, his hips twitching wildly beneath me. My lower back tightened, jerking my hips forward and holding my cock as deep inside him as possible.

“Oh m-my… Elliot, I’m—” I choked, then cried out as my orgasm hit in a blinding rush, burying my face in his neck, my arms snapping around him to yank him closer.

He moaned loudly, releasing my nape to thread his fingers through my hair in a soothing touch as I gasped into his neck. I was shaking like a leaf when my orgasm ended, and I sagged on top of him, trying to catch my breath.

His chest heaved against mine, our stomachs slick with his release. Not wanting him to be uncomfortable, I carefully slid my dick free and rose on trembling limbs so I wasn’t crushing him.

“W-was that okay?” I asked worriedly.

Elliot’s eyes softened. Cupping my cheeks, he drew me back down for a soft kiss.

“My little sugar muffin,” he mumbled against my lips. “That was amazing, Ricky. You made me nut so freaking hard.”

I snuffled out a laugh, licking my lips as I grinned down at him shyly. “I did too.”

He smirked at me. “I know.”

Flushing, I kissed him again before sitting up to carefully peel the condom off my dick. Elliot stretched out his long limbs with a contented sigh, letting his calves flop onto my thighs. Idly, he dragged his fingertips through the cum smeared over his pale stomach as he watched me with sated eyes.

“Hey,” I began curiously as I tied a knot in the condom with unsteady fingers. “Can you eat muffins?”

After a pause, he let out a husky laugh and smirked at me again. “Sure. Let me prove it. Again.”

Laughing, I shook my head and passed him the condom when he held out his hand for it. He dumped it on the nightstand before tugging me back on top of him.

“Oh, you mean real muffins, not cute human guys called Ricky.” He buried his face in my neck and inhaled deeply. “Yeah, I can eat whatever. I just have to eat… you know, to get the nutrients and stuff I need.”

I nodded, glancing over at the kitchen. Specifically the fridge. “So… do you have, um, you know, here?”

“Um.” He squirmed uncomfortably beneath me, letting his head rest back on the pillow. “Yeah, some. In the freezer. But I eat my main meals at work.” Fingers trailing lightly over my arms, he gave me a nervous smile. “Does it freak you out? Which would be totally understandable, by the way.”