“Because it’s Tab B and not Slot A.”
Hector had to laugh at that. “It’s different than what I’m used to. But I have one of my own, you know.”
“That’s not the same and you know it.”
“You’re right,” Hector said with genuine seriousness. “But it is what I want. You’re what I want.” He put a hand on Miguel’s shaft, stroking up and down with his palm before enclosing it in a firm but gentle grip. He lowered his head, kissing Miguel as he stroked him. Miguel’s lips parted on a soft exhale, his hips curling up into Hector’s touch.
Hector was new to this, but they’d explored each other plenty before tonight. Which meant he had a good idea of what Miguel liked. He rubbed his thumb over the tiny opening on the head of his cock, getting a gasp in response. Miguel gripped Hector’s hip, a frustrated moan slipping from his throat when his fingers touched denim.
“Take off your pants.”
Hector obeyed the huskily whispered demand, rising from the bed to quickly remove his pants and briefs. When he was naked, he got back on the bed, slowly lowering his body to cover Miguel’s. Skin met skin, hair roughened in some places, smooth in others, and hot all over.
Miguel groaned. “Oh my god, finally.”
Hector brushed his lips over his lover’s. “You feel so good, baby. Worth the wait.” Their naked cocks touched for the first time, both of them hard as steel, the tips slick with arousal. Hector started rocking against him like he had earlier that day. And Miguel was right. It felt so much better with nothing between them. They kissed again; Hector kept it and the movement of his body slow and controlled. He ended their kiss so he could whisper in Miguel’s ear.
“I want to feel your hand on my cock.”
A desperate little whimper came from Miguel’s throat before he slipped a hand between them and gripped both their cocks. His hand wrapped tight around them, he pumped in time with Hector’s movements. Hector softly cursed, and Miguel moaned as their cocks slid together in Miguel’s grip. His entire body humming with arousal, Hector breathed out words of praise for the pleasure Miguel gave him. “Mmmm… That’s it. Just like that.”
Another moan came from Miguel. He wrapped a leg around Hector’s thigh and gripped their shafts even tighter.
Seeking more of that sweet friction, Hector sped up his thrusts. He braced a hand on the bed, pushing his hips even harder against Miguel’s. It was good, but it still wasn’t enough. He spoke once more in his lover’s ear. “Need to be inside you, Miguel. Are you ready for that?”
Miguel jerked his head in a frantic nod. “Lube,” he gasped. “Do you have… Please tell me you have lube.”
“In my nightstand.”
Miguel twisted to get it, but Hector refused to stop while he did. He kissed Miguel’s neck, sucking at the soft skin. It wasn’t hard enough to leave a bruise, just enough to have Miguel whimpering as he fumbled around in the drawer.
Hector moved his lips back to Miguel’s ear. “Don’t forget to get a condom,” he whispered. A shudder went through the small body beneath him. Once Miguel had the supplies in hand, he flopped back onto the bed and shoved them at Hector.
Rising up on his knees, he took the items, holding on to the lube while he set the condom aside. He poured the silky liquid over Miguel’s cock, making sure to drizzle some into his crease as well. His aim wasn’t the best and he got lube on the sheets. Not that he cared. He’d have plenty of chances to perfect his technique later. Gripping Miguel’s cock, he stroked until the entire length was gleaming and slick. Then he trailed his hand down, squeezing his balls before continuing on to the shadowed crease of his ass. “Raise your knees for me.”
Miguel slowly slid his feet up the bed.
“Open your legs.”
This time Miguel didn’t move, except to throw an arm over his eyes. “I can’t. I’m embarrassed. I’m so turned on but I’m still embarrassed.”
“Why?”
“You’re my friend. I know you’re my boyfriend now, but you’ve always been my friend. And even though I’ve been fantasizing about this forever, I guess I never realized you’d have to look at my asshole and I ca—”
“Ssssh.” Hector hushed him. “I just want to see where I’m going.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Miguel’s knee. “You want me to see, don’t you?” he asked softly. “So I can finally be inside you?”
Miguel blew out a puff of breath before he answered. “Yeah.”
“Then relax for me.” Hector waited, and little by little, the tension eased from Miguel’s tight thighs. He relaxed, allowing his legs to fall open and Hector to crowd in closer. Hector cupped his cheeks, spreading them apart. And he saw what he wanted to see—dusky skin, downy black hair, and a tiny dark hole. “Don’t be embarrassed to show me this,” he said in a voice pitched low and rough with arousal. “This gorgeous little hole.”
Fingers slippery with lube, he rubbed over Miguel’s entrance, feeling the soft skin there. He took his time, letting Miguel relax even more before pressing in with gentle fingers, one then two, twisting and curling and stroking until Miguel was flushed and rolling his hips up to meet them. Hector could have played like that all night, but his cock lay hot and heavy on his thigh, demanding attention. He slowly pulled his fingers out and reached for the condom.
Miguel watched him as he rolled it on, his chest rapidly rising and falling, lips parted with his racing breaths. Hector grasped the base of his shaft and moved into position between his lover’s thighs. When he pressed the head of his cock to Miguel’s still tight hole, he paused for a moment, just taking in the enormity of what they were doing.
Miguel shifted, clearing his throat. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not re— Ahhhh!”
Hector pushed into him, slid forward, slow and steady, until he was buried all the way inside. Both hands braced on the bed, he held there, looking down at the man beneath him.