years, but he liked a little ass play, and his hole hadn’t forgotten how to relax and give. Brian’s finger slipped in against his resistance, an inch, then two. Opening for that thick digit created a prickling stretch that focused Nick’s attention perfectly on the sensation. No pain, no burn, just heat, making his cock strain and want.
He gritted his teeth. “Hell, yeah. Go now, man. That’s enough prep.”
“You’re not ready. You always spend ten minutes prepping me.”
“I’m not you. Fuck my ass already. Come on!”
He felt Brian’s hesitation, the single finger probing deeper as Brian resisted his words. But they’d agreed that trust in bed meant believing each other. Brian slid his hand out and leaned away. Nick heard the slurp of the lube, and a quick slush, slush as Brian slicked himself up.
Nick braced his knees and jacked his cock lightly. He wasn’t ready— Brian was right— except he thought he might explode if he had to wait. Brian’s left hand gripped Nick’s hip. Then the broad, resilient pressure on his opening made his breath catch. Too wide, too soon, too big. He made himself breathe through it and push back. This was what he wanted. This— his body opening inch by reluctant inch, stretching to take everything Brian could give him.
This. Burning and pulling, but a good pain, a working pain, not empty now.
Brian grunted, eased back a little, pushed forward. “Am I doing this wrong?”
“Nope. Keep going. Ah!” His ass suddenly gave in that last notch and let Brian sink deep. They both gasped as Brian filled him. “Yeah. That.”
Sweat ran into his eyes as Brian flexed, pulled back, shoved forward. He braced himself against the weight and the motion. Brian was big and heavy and felt huge inside him and it still wasn’t enough.
“Harder.” He wanted all of that, all of this man, on and in him, wrapped around him. He wanted to be taken and used, to be useful, needed, wanted, owned. Each drag over his rim, each push deep inside, took him out of himself and into a world where he was just flesh and need, heat and space for Brian to fill. His brain turned off, and his vision sparkled red and bright against the black. He suddenly remembered to move his hand on his dick. That sliding pressure as Brian fucked him was almost enough. Almost. Almost.
Brian suddenly pulled all the way out. Nick covered a whimper with a bark of “What the fuck?”
“More lube.”
Nick held still, the click and sounds of moist gloppy friction almost lost in the roar of blood in his ears. Then Brian grabbed his hips again and pushed back inside him, sliding deep, all the way in. Nick arched his back. “Jesus! Yeah. Go.”
Brian began fucking hard but steady. A slow pull out, fast thrust in, slow, slow pull, fast thrust, slooooow…
“Quit playing!” He braced his elbow better and began jerking himself.
Without warning, Brian dug harsh fingers into his hips and slammed into him, fast and rough, then did it over and over and over. Nick grunted the air out of his lungs and struggled to stay upright, his hand locked around himself as he rocked with the force. He was so close it was like hanging fire, riding the edge of the cliff but not falling over it. Ass on fire, dick on fire, balls pulling in tight, but not quite, not quite.
Then Brian slowed down, taking longer strokes. Slower yet. Until he stopped, deep inside Nick.
“Jesus, Brian!” There was far too much whine in Nick’s voice, but he couldn’t help it.
Brian let go of Nick’s hips and leaned forward until his wide front was plastered to Nick’s back. He braced on one hand beside Nick’s and wrapped the other arm under them, across Nick’s chest. From somewhere near Nick’s ear, he whispered, “Shhh. I want to hold you for this part.” Awkwardly, in tiny motions, he began flexing his hips. The push and ebb inside Nick was barely detectable, so far from what he needed that he gritted his teeth against a complaint.
Then, slowly, the heat built again. Not that grinding, throbbing force, but a warmth that rose in his groin and ass, and spread, wonderful and irritating. Brian’s arm was like iron, holding him still. Brian’s cock controlled him, in little rubbing motions that stretched his rim and sparked over and over across his prostate. He wanted to swear and he wanted to push back and found himself unable to do anything but