laughed and as his finger slid deeper, Ink sucked in a breath.
“Oh God.” Tay groaned. “I… Oh fuck… I… Jesus.”
Ink clenched his muscles and Tay’s eyes widened. “Will you do that when I…”
“Move your finger, Prince Charming. Make the magic happen.”
When Tay curled his finger and found his prostate, Ink whimpered.
“Okay?” Tay whispered.
“Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Have you ever done this to yourself?”
“Sort of. I tried, but…”
Ink wrapped a hand around his cock as Tay slid his finger in and out, loosening him up, winding him up. Tay leaned over to kiss him, and Ink almost lost it.
“You look so…sexy,” Tay whispered.
“Another finger.”
“A different one?”
Ink opened his mouth, then realised Tay was joking. More lube, a gentle push, and Ink was impaled on two fingers. Now was not the time to say he wanted to be held down and fucked fast and hard. He had to let Tay set the pace, not freak him out.
But Ink wanted to be forced out of his head, wanted not to think of anything but what Tay was doing, not his past, not his future. He wanted to stay on his back and watch Tay’s face, but a little voice in his head was telling him he didn’t deserve that. It was bad enough that he was Tay’s first and depriving someone of that gift, someone who’d stick around.
Three fingers. The breath caught in Ink’s throat and goose bumps erupted over his body.
“Oh fuck.” Tay exhaled shakily. “Are you okay? I need a bit of feedback here.”
“You want dirty talk?”
“Just I’m okay will do.”
“I’m fucking fine. And three fingers are fine. Don’t get carried away and try for your entire arm.”
Tay laughed.
Ink willed himself to relax and took his hand off his cock. “Let me turn over.”
Tay withdrew his fingers. Ink came up on his hands and knees and looked over his shoulder to see Tay staring at his arse. Trembling hands traced the rounded curves of Ink’s backside, spread the cheeks, then squeezed them.
“Am I allowed to say your arse is beautiful?” Tay asked.
“You can tell anyone you want. Er…maybe not your mum and dad.”
“Right.”
“Put lube on the condom.”
“Yeah.”
“Not too much, Goldilocks.”
“Hey, I was Prince Charming a moment ago.”
“Now’s your chance to prove it.”
Ink dropped onto his forearms. He held his breath when he felt Tay line up the broad head of his cock against his hole.
“I’m frightened of hurting you,” Tay whispered.
“You’re not that big.”
“Oh you fucking…” But Tay was laughing.
Ink let out a stuttering hiss as Tay pushed into him. Don’t stop! Tay didn’t. Thank God he can read minds. Tay kept going until he was all the way in, then he leaned over Ink’s back and nuzzled his neck. Ink moaned.
“Feels so good,” Tay said with a groan.
“Pleased to hear that,” Ink ground out. “You’ll want to do it again, then, will you? I need you to move.”
Tay snorted and pulled back, then drove in. Time after time after time.
“Just keep doing that,” Ink grunted. “For at least thirty minutes.”
“We’ll both catch fire.”
Tay’s hands were on his hips, fingers pressing into his flesh—though not into his bruises. Ink was touched that Tay was being careful. He pulled Ink back into his forward thrusts, nailing his prostate and Ink saw stars. Tay thrust harder and harder and Ink writhed against the pressure. He shoved his face into the pillow hoping it swallowed a few of his moans and whimpers. When Tay grabbed his hair and yanked his head up, Ink was shocked and even more turned on.
“Bring yourself off,” Tay panted. “Suddenly lost the capacity to multitask.”
Ink wrapped his fingers around his cock. It wasn’t going to take much. He could feel orgasm brewing and knew it was going to hit him hard. Tay was fucking him fast now, just as he’d wanted, and Ink matched the speed with his fist. He just managed to snag the towel before he came, his climax bursting over him like a violent storm. Tay followed after, shuddering against him and Ink’s knees finally gave way under Tay’s weight and they crashed onto the bed.
Tay’s kiss, so sweet and gentle, broke Ink’s heart.
INK WOKE THE NEXT MORNING to find himself alone in bed. He suffered a flash of panic until he was able to reassure himself that nothing could be wrong. The sex had been great and he’d said nothing to give himself away. He felt…easier for having told Tay some of the truth. Maybe what he’d said was enough to excuse his weirdness. He