Fuck, the sensations were coming at him thick and fast, and Robin couldn’t keep still. He began to rock, shifting back to impale himself on Dean’s fingers, and then forward, forcing his cock through the funnel of Dean’s hand. “Dean, fuck…”
“That comes next,” Dean told him, his voice rough. “But right now… how does this feel?”
Then Dean’s finger kind of curled inside him, and Robin couldn’t keep quiet. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” God, he wanted more.
“Does it feel good?” Dean demanded, his finger still stroking Robin on the inside, sending waves of exquisite pleasure crashing through him, drowning him in a sea of sensual bliss.
“Oh, God… it… don’t stop…” Robin’s mouth wasn’t working anymore.
“I’ll stop when you’re ready for my cock,” Dean said, his voice a little raw. “Fuck, the way you feel inside…”
Robin barely heard him, buffeted by shocks that coursed through him. Then Dean’s fingers stilled, and Robin groaned in frustration.
“Turn around, baby. I want to kiss you. I want to see your face when I fuck you.”
God, his words alone brought Robin close to the edge.
He spun around, sitting astride Dean’s waist as he leaned forward to kiss him. Dean’s dick was warm as it pushed between his ass cheeks, tapping against his hole, and a tremor slid through him.
Dean cupped his chin. “Not yet. We’re missing something.” He gestured to the nightstand, where the condoms sat.
Robin grabbed one of the square foils and handed it to Dean, who tore it open.
Dean reached behind Robin to cover his cock. Then he squeezed lube into his palm and slicked up his shaft. He held up the bottle. “Here.”
Robin accepted the lube, reaching back to spread some over his hole, his heart pounding like a freight engine. Dean put the bottle to one side, then beckoned with his finger. “Come here.”
Robin bent over him, and Dean kissed him as though they had all the time in the world.
“Are you ready, baby?” Dean murmured against his lips.
Robin nodded, his heart still hammering.
“You’re going to guide me in. Take your time. You’re going to sit on it, okay?” Dean’s hand caressed his cheek. “No rush.”
Robin sat upright and reached back for the slippery shaft. He drew in a deep breath as he brought the head of Dean’s cock to his hole. He held it steady as he eased down a little, catching his breath at that first pressure. A little more, a little more, and then he pushed out a groan as the muscle gave way.
Robin stared at Dean, his mouth open. “Oh God.” So much for his practicing. Dean’s dick felt huge.
Dean nodded, stroking Robin’s thighs. “I know. Trust me, it’ll feel better soon. Breathe, baby, breathe.”
Robin inhaled deeply, willing himself to relax. He sank a little farther, wincing at the burn he knew would come, aware that it would soon fade. But damn, Dean’s cock made Robin’s fingers feel like pencils in comparison. Down, down he went, until at last Dean’s shaft filled him to the hilt, and he let out a low moan.
Dean’s hands were on his waist, stroking him with a soothing motion, his eyes locked on Robin’s face. “Fuck. So, so tight. You feel so good on my cock.”
Robin shivered. “Your dick is nothing like my hairbrush.”
Dean chuckled. He tilted his hips, and gently pulled Robin down into a slow kiss. “Definitely not a virgin anymore,” he murmured between kisses.
Robin’s world had condensed down to that thick cock stretching his ass, Dean’s hands on him, and Dean’s voice, low and soothing between kisses.
“Relax,” Dean said in a hushed voice. “We take this at your pace, remember?”
Robin nodded, sighing as Dean curled his fingers around Robin’s dick, pulling on it. Then he took a deep breath and gave an experimental roll of his hips, Dean’s cock easing out of him a little. Dean still didn’t move, but slid his hands to Robin’s ass, supporting him there. Another roll of his hips, and Robin gasped.
“Fuck, that… that feels good.”
Dean nodded, his gaze focused on Robin’s face, his hand still curled around Robin’s dick. “You feel so fucking good on my cock.”
Despite his stretched ass and the sensation of being so fucking full, Robin managed a wry chuckle. “You said that already.”
“Then you know I’m either repetitive, or it’s true.”
Robin rocked back and forth with small movements, aware of every inch of Dean’s dick moving in and out of his hole. Robin reached back to feel it sliding into him, and that brought a groan to his lips.
“Ready for