then sucked him in again, strong and smooth and unrelenting.
Alex cried out and fell back against the bed, spreading his legs and putting one hand on the back of Simon’s head. Not for control, but to hold on to something, and the contact made Simon sweat, his own arousal building fast and strong.
Alex cried out again, and Simon let some spit slip down, using it to slide his finger in low between Alex’s cheeks, down his taint. Alex laughed a little, letting go of Simon’s hair, distracted for a second, and Simon came up off his cock, lapping the head while his finger played lower.
“Got it,” he panted. “Ticklish taint. Won’t happen again.”
“Okay,” Alex said weakly as Simon engulfed the head of his cock again and licked. “Fine. Great. What are you doing n-ow?”
Simon chuckled and tapped Alex’s entrance, figuring that if he had lube and condoms in his drawer, the answer would be perfectly obvious. He penetrated ever so slightly, and Alex kept talking.
“Oh wow. Okay, that feels different than I thought—sort of stretchy and weird and… oh!” Then as Simon thrust in to the first knuckle, “I’m not sure… oh. That’s… okay… that’s good. Yes, I like that. That’s—oh!”
Simon thrust in deeper, spitting to slick the passage and curling his finger to ease Alex open, make him ready for what would come next.
“Oh! Okay. Oh… wow!” His breathing quickened, and Simon took his cock—still flopping, hard and leaking, onto Alex’s abdomen—into his mouth.
“Wow!” Alex said again, his voice breaking, his words coming in breathy little blasts. “Okay! That’s okay. I like… oh God. I need… I’m not sure. I don’t… Simon! Simon, I need…. I…. Oh, please. Please. Oh God. Please!”
That was Simon’s cue, thank heavens, because he was hard, aching, just as needy as his lover, who was begging for him.
Simon released his cock and moved up the bed, reaching for a condom and the lubricant. He made short work of both, wanting to cry with the relief of stroking slick over his cock, the pressure telling his body that he wouldn’t have to wait forever.
Alex was still dazed, his thighs open wantonly, his hands at his sides, twitching—maybe with the desire to touch himself—and his eyes half closed.
“Pinch your nipples,” Simon said, voice husky. “Touch your body how you like. It’s glorious to watch.”
Alex whimpered a little and closed his eyes all the way, but he moved his fingers to his nipples and began to work them, maybe a little rougher than Simon would have, but that was wonderful too.
And Simon finished stroking himself, his body shaking with desire.
While Alex lost himself in his own touch, Simon positioned his cock right… there, at Alex’s stretched, primed entrance, and thrust gently in.
Alex’s hands flew up to Simon’s shoulders and he sucked in air, his eyes opening wide.
“Hurt?” Simon asked, horrified.
“No. Just… hello. That’s… oh… push forward.”
Simon breathed out in relief and thrust in a little more. Alex made a needy little whimper and lifted his hips to meet Simon’s thrust, and Simon took that as permission to go all the way.
They both groaned as he seated himself, and Simon arched his back so he could kiss Alex, gentle him, welcome him to their merged bodies, make him feel loved.
Alex kissed him back, his bottom quivering, a little up, a little down, a little up, a little down, until he was stroking Simon’s cock with his tight asshole, and Simon was dying a little from the need to move.
“Alex?” he rasped urgently.
“Yeah?”
“Can I, uhm, fuck now?”
“Please!”
And that’s all Simon needed. Slowly at first, making sure the stretching had done its job, making sure Alex was comfortable—more than comfortable: turned-on, aroused, pitched beyond endurance. Then he began to thrust.
Alex made more of those sexy little whimpers, meeting Simon’s movements, rubbing his chest, his nipples, cupping his neck.
Simon wanted to watch him, wanted to see passion bloom in his eyes, blossom into orgasm, but his own body was shaking.
Oh God, he needed Alex every bit as much as he wanted Alex to need him.
“Alex!” he cried, his hips moving on their own. “I’m close, sweetheart—so close. Stroke yourself or… augh!”
Alex tilted his head back, squeezed his eyes shut and cried out, his body clenching so tightly around Simon he almost couldn’t move—almost couldn’t come. But Alex pinched Simon’s nipples as he climaxed. The bite of pain sent Simon over his own ledge and soaring into outer space.
He thrust one hard final time, spurting into the condom, longing for the moment