kiss.
“Lift up a little for me, baby,” Jackson said against Day’s lips.
Day did as Jackson asked, stuttering out a sigh. He rubbed his fingers against Day’s entrance. He buried his face against Jackson’s throat and sank down on his two fingers, moaning as he went. Jackson had thought he’d play with him a bit first, but Day was clearly as impatient as Jackson.
“Oh, fuck,” Day whispered against Jackson’s throat as he crooked his fingers inside him, grazing the bundle of nerves. “Oh, fuck, Daddy. Oh, God. That feels so good.”
Jackson let Day ride his fingers, his boy’s cock already leaking as he put Jackson’s fingers just where he wanted them, chasing his pleasure without apology. Jackson used his other hand to play with Day’s nipples, and give the occasional stroke to his cock, gathering the precum and feeding it to Day on his thumb. His dick throbbed as Day sucked Jackson’s thumb clean.
Day was so tight, but when Jackson went to add another finger, Day shook his head. “No. Just you. I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?” Jackson asked.
Day gave him one of those looks, the one that said he didn’t want to be argued with. “I know my body. I’ve used toys before. I’ll be fine.”
Jackson was reaching for the lube when he stopped short. “Condom?”
“We’re both negative,” Day said, then bit his lip.
“They say it’s easier with a condom your first time,” Jackson said.
Day cupped his face. “I don’t want it to be easy. I just want you. I want to feel you come inside me. Please?”
Jackson nodded, his chest tight. Had they really only known each other four days? If so, why did this feel like so much more? Why did this one thing hold so much weight? Day was the one who reached for the lube, his hand slicking up Jackson’s cock and placing it against his entrance, looking him in the eye as he sank down, sucking in a pained breath as the head of his erection slipped inside.
Jackson’s hands found Day’s hips, squeezing tight.
Day shook his head. “I’m okay. You’re just…bigger than I expected. You feel so much bigger.”
“We don’t have to do this,” Jackson said, hating the tight pinched look on Day’s face and the way he’d squeezed his eyes shut.
“Just kiss me,” Day said. “I’ll be fine if you just kiss me.”
Jackson slanted his lips over Day’s, and his hand wrapped around Day’s softening cock, stroking it as he explored Day’s mouth, hoping to distract him from the pain. It must have worked because Day rocked himself in tiny aborted movements, taking Jackson farther inside an inch at a time until he was panting and making soft little cries against Jackson’s lips.
“Fuck, I feel so full,” Day said, sounding almost awed by it. “You’re definitely better than any silicone toy.”
Jackson chuckled as he flexed his hips, slipping even deeper into the tight heat of Day’s body. “Christ, you’re so tight.”
Day came up onto his knees before sinking all the way back down. “Does that feel good, Daddy?”
“So good. Do it again, baby,” Jackson murmured.
Day did as he was told—once and then again—until he found a rhythm. “Oh, fuck. God, why does that feel so good? You feel so good inside me.” Jackson wrapped his arms around Day, holding him still so he could fuck up into him. “Oh, my God,” Day moaned. “I want more, Daddy.”
Jesus. Day might literally be the end of Jackson. He didn’t think he’d refuse him anything. If he said he wanted a wedding ring, Jackson probably would have dropped to one knee, he was so gone on Day. Jackson stayed inside Day as he made his way to the side of the bed, holding him close. “You want more?” Jackson asked, biting Day’s bottom lip.
“I want all of it,” Day begged. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
“Put your arms around my neck.”
Day’s eyes went wide, and for just a moment, he looked a bit apprehensive, but he wrapped his arms around Jackson anyway, locking his hands behind his neck. Jackson slipped his arms under Day’s knees and stood. Day moaned, gripping Jackson tighter as his cock slipped all the way inside. “Oh, my God,” Day moaned.
Jackson lifted Day, pulling almost all the way free before dropping him down again. Day gasped, “More.”
Jackson gave Day what he asked for, grateful for Day’s slight frame as he lifted him up and slammed him back down until Day’s head was thrown back and he was all but wailing at Jackson.
“Harder,” he begged. “Please.”
Jackson walked forward