Allen’s gift waited inside the box; a neatly folded pair of purple lace panties, though the bra was nowhere to be found. Jake couldn’t help imagining Allen in the whole set, all that creamy skin marked up in purple lace. But he’d pace himself—one indulgence at a time.
Jake wouldn’t call himself kinky, and he could appreciate nice lingerie on a girl, sure. But it never made his pulse jump the way imagining Allen in it did. He had also never had marathon sex with anyoneorfucked someone while they were sleeping.
Look at him go. He was trying out all kinds of new things.
Jake smothered a quiet laugh as he walked back, worried it would be enough to stir the sleeping beauty. Allen lay just as he’dleft him, bare-cheeked and painted in the marks Jake had given him.
Jake’s rough hand skimmed up the length of a warm, smooth thigh. He waited, watching for any signs of stirring from his boyfriend, but Allen continued to snore softly, blissfully unaware.
Shaking his head, Jake maneuvered himself to Allen’s feet—careful not to fall off the edge of the miserably small bed—and slipped the lacy panties over one of them. As soon as he saw what the rich purple looked like against Allen’s pale skin, he knew this was going to be a new kink for him.
Jake had to bite his damn tongue to keep his moan quiet while he fitted the other foot through and then slowly dragged them upward. The most difficult part was getting them over Allen’s hips, but he was so small and light that Jake had no trouble lifting him and pulling them all the way up.
And his reward—perfection.
Allen’s perky, bitable ass looked like a piece of art now. Something that belonged behind velvet ropes in a gallery, lit just right so he could appreciate every curve. The way the delicate fabric hugged Allen’s hips and dipped over the swell of him made Jake feel like the lingerie had been designed with only one body in mind.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” Jake murmured, eyes lingering on the display until he decided that he had had enough. His cock was unbearably hard, and it had been since the minute he woke up, but the pain was becoming persistent now.
He needed to be inside Allen. He needed to push into that clenching heat and fuck him until they both came, and then he would get them into the tiny tub, clean them up, and make them breakfast.
Jake slid his fingers along the edge of the lace, hooking them into the material and pulling it to the side. The lube was withinreach, so he popped the cap of the nearly depleted bottle and squirted a generous amount onto his hand before feeding the slick fingers past the still tight ring of muscle.
Allen’s snore cut into a tiny snort at the intrusion, but he stayed asleep, lashes fluttering before settling down once more.
Jake knew damn well Allen would take him without issue after the kind of night they’d had, but he never skipped prep. Three fingers, minimum, before his cock went anywhere near him. Allen might carry himself like he was six feet tall, but the truth was, he was tiny, and Jake refused to risk hurting him just because he was desperate to be back inside him.
His patience was rewarded, because after a dutiful amount of prep and more lube, Allen’s body took him in with minimal effort, and Jake bottomed out in one smooth glide. The constricting heat gripped Jake’s cock like a vice, pulling a low groan from his throat as he held still, letting Allen’s body adjust.
He leaned forward, pressing his chest against Allen’s back, and planted soft kisses along the curve of his shoulder blade. “Beautiful,” he whispered. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
Jake’s hand slid down, fingers tracing the edge of the lace where it hugged Allen’s hip. He tugged gently at the material, feeling it stretch and snap back lightly against Allen’s skin. Allen stirred again, and a soft murmur escaped his lips, but his eyes remained closed.
Jake smiled against his neck, nipping lightly before soothing the spot with his tongue. He hadn’t expected to be into fucking someone while they were sleeping, but it was less to do with the act itself and more to do with the trust that Allen placed in him. To be trusted enough to take care of him while he was unconscious…that was what Jake found so appealing.
Slowly, Jake began to move. He pulled back and pushed in again, getting a feel for how much Allen could take. He was stillso tight that Jake’s head began to spin, and a soft moan escaped his mouth without meaning to.
He couldn’t help it. Allen was the first guy he had ever fucked, and with the emotional connection there, it was better than he imagined it would be. Jake was glad he was his first—and his last.
Each thrust was shallow at first, building a rhythm that rocked their bodies together without jarring Allen awake. His free hand roamed up Allen’s side, thumb brushing over a nipple through the thin sheet, while the other continued to toy with the panties—slipping under the waistband to caress the soft skin beneath, then pulling the lace taut to expose more of Allen’s ass.
Allen’s breathing hitched, his body responding instinctively, clenching around Jake’s cock in a way that made his hips stutter. He kissed the nape of Allen’s neck, then trailed his lips down the spine, open-mouthed and warm.
“Morning, baby,” Jake whispered, though he knew Allen might not hear it yet. The words vibrated against Allen’s skin as Jake rocked deeper, the lube easing the way for a smooth, languid slide.
Allen finally stirred fully, his head turning slightly on the pillow, a sleepy whine slipping out as pleasure pulled him from slumber. His hand reached back blindly, fingers finding Jake’s thigh and gripping tight.
Jake captured those fingers, interlacing them, and used the leverage to angle his thrusts just right—hitting that spot inside Allen that made his lover arch and gasp.
“Shit—wha?—”
Allen’s words were cut off as Jake pushed in again, turning his gasp of surprise into a long moan.
“Like your Christmas present?” Jake asked through a panting breath. Sweat was dripping from his body and pooling inthe ridge of Allen’s spine, momentarily distracting him with how the light caught the beaded liquid.
Allen fumbled with his free hand, fingers catching on the lace and jerking to a stop. “Jesus Christ, did you actually?”
Jake grinned when Allen began to laugh softly, dropping his head into his pillow. His pace didn’t falter throughout the exchange, and Jake savoured the way Allen’s ass clenched around him while he continued to giggle and shake his head.