Ed was over him again in an instant, holding himself effortlessly rigid as he spoke. “No idea.” He collapsed when Pasha dug into a ticklish spot on either side of his ribs. “Should have known you’d be a dirty fighter.” He kissed Pasha’s neck for a while before asking, “Why do you want to know?”
“Guess.”
Pasha found it hard to maintain his train of thought with Ed’s mouth on him, sucking and licking, his stubble rasping where nerves Pasha hadn’t known existed aligned in a straight path from his throat to his balls. Ed kept moving against him, a steady ebb and flow of friction that encouraged Pasha’s cock to harden.
This was more than a biological reaction.
Much more.
And yet each accompanying kiss set off internal fireworks that had him squirming with his eyes closed and asking a question. “How loud do you get when you fuck?” He opened them when Ed abruptly pulled back.
“You’re going from first kiss to first fuck in only a few hours?” The outline of Ed’s cock in his jeans looked as interested as Pasha’s. “Of course you are.”
Ed stood and shucked off most of his clothes. His hands were on Pasha’s fly before the thud of his belt buckle hitting the floor had even registered. When Ed settled over Pasha again, both now stripped to their underwear, his dick was a hard length in the valley between Pasha’s raised leg and torso. He ground down and shuddered. “This isn’t a competition, Pash. You don’t win first prize by going all-out on your first performance. Besides”—he glanced to the side— “if there’s lube in any of these boxes, it might take days to find it.”
“Lube?”
Ed made a sound against his neck that sounded close to a sob, or maybe a laugh. This was no time for joking, but Ed clearlydidn’t think so. If Pasha didn’t know him better, he’d think Ed was repressing a grin.
“Shut up. I know what lube’s for. I wasn’t….” He hadn’t been thinking, that was all. “I know how it all works. I’ve watched gay porn.”
Ed quirked a single eyebrow.
“What? There are GIFs all over Tumblr. I don’t go looking for it.”
Now both of Ed’s eyebrows were raised.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. How hard can it be?” It was difficult to stay sounding pissed off with Ed’s hips moving against his. This was intense and electric, and he muffled a hissed curse. “Just keep doing that.”
Ed was up on his elbows, his biceps a curved invitation to bite that Pasha had trouble resisting. He pushed up too and caught Ed’s mouth in a kiss that went on as they rocked together.
“Turn over.”
For once, Pasha followed instruction without question, shoving down his underwear and turning onto his side. The next time Ed rolled close behind him, they made skin-to-skin contact that was uninterrupted. “I don’t know how soundproof this room is,” Ed said. “But I had a lot of practice at having really quiet sex when I was in the Army.” His mouth was an inch away from Pasha’s ear. “Quick sex, too, although speed is probably more your thing than mine, what with me needing the blue pill.” His chuckle ended with a groan when Pasha shifted his hips. “Fuck, you catch on fast.”
Pasha gripped the side of the narrow mattress and pushed back one more time. He closed his eyes against the glare of the overhead light and pictured sparks leaping where they touched, bright white phosphorescence that flared when Ed reached around to stroke him.
Ed’s hand was on his cock.
Pasha’s eyes flew open.
“Quiet sex isn’t my favorite,” Ed said. “But it’s a good place to start, unless you want my mum knocking on the ceiling.”
Pasha couldn’t answer, staring at Ed’s fingers curled around him, the head of his cock disappearing in the twist of Ed’s grip, re-emerging over and over, tip glistening and dark as Ed wrung sensation from him. He arched, chasing pressure that Ed kept adjusting. Pasha groaned when Ed let go completely, only to have his mouth covered with a kiss when Ed leaned over.
Ed broke off. “Lift up your leg.” His cock felt huge when it wedged behind Pasha’s balls. “Think you’d be quiet with this inside you?” It didn’t feel any smaller when Ed pushed Pasha’s leg down, sliding on the spit he’d slicked himself with.
“N-no.” The reality was alternately sobering and yet still set off something inside. Like a shaken bottle of pop, pressure built up each time Ed rocked his hips behind him. It bubbled over in another loud groan when Ed started to stroke him again. Pasha’s grip on the mattress whitened his knuckles until he felt Ed’s teeth against his shoulder. Then he reached back blindly to keep Ed’s mouth where he’d pressed it, the small pain a sweet contrast to the pleasure that built. “F-fuck. Fuck, Ed. Want this. Want you?—”
“Me too.” Ed’s whisper was ragged. “So much.” He held Pasha’s cock securely, moving at a too slow pace that kept him hanging betweenalmostandnot yet. “But our first time…? I want you without my mum in the same building.” His stubble rubbed the same spot he’d sucked and bitten.
Why did that feel so hot?
“And I want you without cameras in the corner of the room recording every moment.” He grunted when Pasha flexed his thighs.
Pasha kept them that tight, Ed having to work every inch of his cock between them, a battle that seemed to give Ed a hugeamount of pleasure if his muffled moans were any measure. “Want to take my time,” Ed finally got out, speaking as if his teeth were gritted. “Take my time and get you ready. Open you up, so I can do you how I want to.” He moved fast—one moment his hand tight on Pasha’s cock, the next the pad of his thumb pressed where Pasha hadn’t expected it to feel so good. Ed pushed lightly against his hole. “Want to fuck you right here.”
Pasha’s thighs relaxed their fierce grip, and his legs fell open. He gasped when Ed cupped his bollocks into one palm. “Want to lick you down there and suck these into my mouth.”