The problem is that I was bluffing when I tried to tell him I was experienced. Yes, I’ve used a toy before, and I’ve definitely come to the conclusion that I like the idea of being fucked. But Sevan’s cock is a lot thicker and longer than anything I’ve ever used on myself.
And… it’shim.
Someone I’m not in control of.
Someone I shouldn’t even be in the same room as, let alone considering giving my ass to in the middle of the night.
I look up at his statuesque body and barely know how to breathe.
He raises an eyebrow at me.
“You know this is simple, right, Wes? If it’s too much for you?—”
“I know it’s just sex, not a marriage proposal,” I interject, my voice coming out like venom. “We can both get something we want and I’m not going to start sending you fucking valentines, Sev.”
He pauses for a moment, watching me. Then he gives me an upward nod.
“Then bend over this bed.”
I shove away the covers and get up, pushing off the rest of my clothes.
Shouldn’t be doing this.
And I’m definitely fucking doing it.
I’ve been naked with Sevan before but this is a whole different feeling entirely, an agreed arrangement rather than a night behind a mask.
He reaches out a hand to stroke my ass as I turn around, retrieving my lube and condoms from the drawer. When I bend over the bed he keeps that palm at the small of my back.
He’s never fucked a guy, either.
This is a first for him too.
And that doesn’t mean it’s anything special for him. Chill.
I hear the snap of the lube bottle being shut behind me and I don’t know what to expect next. My elbows are resting on the mattress and when he grips my ass and I feel a small, slick push at my hole, I tense up.
“Breathe,” he says from behind me, his voice deep and calm.
It’s just his finger. I can feel that now.
But it’s not gentle. He pushes inside me steadily, and my whole body floods with an unexpected rush of sensation.
He’s inside me.
“I’m…” I say in a low whisper, but I don’t know how to finish that sentence.
“You good, Knox?”
“Yes. Good.”
“Good. Breathe for me.”
My cock throbs at the way he says it, hanging there in the space above the mattress. I feel him pushing another finger inside me and I groan at the tight fit, but he doesn’t stop, giving it to me inch by inch.
His other hand moves up to my hip, holding me steady there.
“Did you lock the door?” I utter.