skin. He added another
finger.
Nathaniel’s breath whooshed out of
him as he tried to stay still. He tried really fucking hard, but he couldn’t.
He unfitted the sheet from his left hand and grabbed Zeke’s arm. “Fuck,” he
managed to say, but he wasn’t really thinking very well anymore.
“Shhh,” Zeke said, taking his wrist
and pinning it down. His other hand still worked at Nathaniel’s hole,
stretching. Teasing. “Almost there.”
“Zeke, please.” Nathaniel felt like
he was being turned inside out. He’d started off wanting to give Zeke the best
head of his life, make sure he didn’t regret feeling attracted to Nathaniel,
but somehow the situation had flipped him over. Zeke was in control now.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Zeke
said, still stretching him with his fingers.
The burn felt so good, Nathaniel
wondered if maybe he could come from this alone. When Zeke suddenly hit his
prostrate, he cried out, fisting his hands. Zeke sucked in a breath and held
him down through the pleasure, muscles bulging as he kept stroking, stroking
inside until Nathaniel didn’t even remember his own damn name.
“Yeah, that’s fucking incredible,”
Zeke said, eyes hot.
Nathaniel’s was so close, he
thought maybe if Zeke so much as blew on his cock he’d come.
“Wrap your fingers around the iron
frame,” Zeke said suddenly, slipping his fingers out.
Nathaniel stared at him dumbly. He
couldn’t move. If he moved, he’d orgasm.
Zeke smiled at him, then reached
down and drew Nathaniel’s hands up. He wrapped his fingers around the iron bed
frame. Nathaniel held on for dear life.
“Don’t let go,” Zeke said.
Nathaniel shook his head.
Zeke moved in between Nathaniel’s
legs, then tentatively touched his tongue to Nathaniel’s cock.
Nathaniel groaned, hips thrusting up.
Zeke backed off. “No moving.” He
opened Nathaniel’s legs wider and leaned his weight on them.
Nathaniel tried to wiggle and found
he couldn’t. Zeke’s strength held him completely still. He could let go of the
bed, but he had a feeling Zeke wouldn’t like that.
“Now, I’ve never done this before.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, so don’t move. Not one twitch.”
Nathaniel held his breath and began
to pray. He wanted Zeke to like this. He wanted Zeke to suck him, and then he
wanted Zeke to fuck him until his entire life changed. Which is a bit much
to put on one person, especially someone who’s never done this before, a
small voice said in his mind, but Nathaniel ignored it. He held on and when
Zeke sucked the tip of his cock into his mouth, he gasped, but he didn’t move.
He didn’t move when Zeke began to lick experimentally. He didn’t move when Zeke
moved his arms off his thighs and began to finger him again. He didn’t so much
as twitch when Zeke began to suck him, mouth wet and red and so goddamn
incredible Nathaniel couldn’t see straight anymore. He didn’t move until Zeke
backed off, fingers and hands and mouth abruptly gone, leaving him bereft. He
was so close…
“Wait, no,” Nathaniel said,
grabbing Zeke’s arm.
Zeke pressed a kiss to Nathaniel’s
wrist. “Don’t move.”
Nathaniel squeezed his eyes shut
and nodded. “Okay, okay.” He couldn’t stop panting, though—his ribs moved as if
he’d been running a race. He couldn’t stop the involuntary jerking of his cock
as Zeke moved around on the bed. He’d never felt so sensitized before. Not
ever. No other lover had ever taken him so close to the edge and just… stopped.
He prayed Zeke wasn’t freaking out.
When Zeke pressed the tip of his
cock to his anus, Nathaniel sucked in a breath and went completely immobile,
afraid to move. “Please,” he said, voice low and wrecked. “Zeke.” He opened his
eyes.
Zeke was staring at him as he pressed
forward. Nathaniel held his gaze, relaxing into the bed as Zeke fucked into
him, smooth and steady. He looked shocked once he’d gotten all the way in.
Nathaniel breathed
finger.
Nathaniel’s breath whooshed out of
him as he tried to stay still. He tried really fucking hard, but he couldn’t.
He unfitted the sheet from his left hand and grabbed Zeke’s arm. “Fuck,” he
managed to say, but he wasn’t really thinking very well anymore.
“Shhh,” Zeke said, taking his wrist
and pinning it down. His other hand still worked at Nathaniel’s hole,
stretching. Teasing. “Almost there.”
“Zeke, please.” Nathaniel felt like
he was being turned inside out. He’d started off wanting to give Zeke the best
head of his life, make sure he didn’t regret feeling attracted to Nathaniel,
but somehow the situation had flipped him over. Zeke was in control now.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Zeke
said, still stretching him with his fingers.
The burn felt so good, Nathaniel
wondered if maybe he could come from this alone. When Zeke suddenly hit his
prostrate, he cried out, fisting his hands. Zeke sucked in a breath and held
him down through the pleasure, muscles bulging as he kept stroking, stroking
inside until Nathaniel didn’t even remember his own damn name.
“Yeah, that’s fucking incredible,”
Zeke said, eyes hot.
Nathaniel’s was so close, he
thought maybe if Zeke so much as blew on his cock he’d come.
“Wrap your fingers around the iron
frame,” Zeke said suddenly, slipping his fingers out.
Nathaniel stared at him dumbly. He
couldn’t move. If he moved, he’d orgasm.
Zeke smiled at him, then reached
down and drew Nathaniel’s hands up. He wrapped his fingers around the iron bed
frame. Nathaniel held on for dear life.
“Don’t let go,” Zeke said.
Nathaniel shook his head.
Zeke moved in between Nathaniel’s
legs, then tentatively touched his tongue to Nathaniel’s cock.
Nathaniel groaned, hips thrusting up.
Zeke backed off. “No moving.” He
opened Nathaniel’s legs wider and leaned his weight on them.
Nathaniel tried to wiggle and found
he couldn’t. Zeke’s strength held him completely still. He could let go of the
bed, but he had a feeling Zeke wouldn’t like that.
“Now, I’ve never done this before.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, so don’t move. Not one twitch.”
Nathaniel held his breath and began
to pray. He wanted Zeke to like this. He wanted Zeke to suck him, and then he
wanted Zeke to fuck him until his entire life changed. Which is a bit much
to put on one person, especially someone who’s never done this before, a
small voice said in his mind, but Nathaniel ignored it. He held on and when
Zeke sucked the tip of his cock into his mouth, he gasped, but he didn’t move.
He didn’t move when Zeke began to lick experimentally. He didn’t move when Zeke
moved his arms off his thighs and began to finger him again. He didn’t so much
as twitch when Zeke began to suck him, mouth wet and red and so goddamn
incredible Nathaniel couldn’t see straight anymore. He didn’t move until Zeke
backed off, fingers and hands and mouth abruptly gone, leaving him bereft. He
was so close…
“Wait, no,” Nathaniel said,
grabbing Zeke’s arm.
Zeke pressed a kiss to Nathaniel’s
wrist. “Don’t move.”
Nathaniel squeezed his eyes shut
and nodded. “Okay, okay.” He couldn’t stop panting, though—his ribs moved as if
he’d been running a race. He couldn’t stop the involuntary jerking of his cock
as Zeke moved around on the bed. He’d never felt so sensitized before. Not
ever. No other lover had ever taken him so close to the edge and just… stopped.
He prayed Zeke wasn’t freaking out.
When Zeke pressed the tip of his
cock to his anus, Nathaniel sucked in a breath and went completely immobile,
afraid to move. “Please,” he said, voice low and wrecked. “Zeke.” He opened his
eyes.
Zeke was staring at him as he pressed
forward. Nathaniel held his gaze, relaxing into the bed as Zeke fucked into
him, smooth and steady. He looked shocked once he’d gotten all the way in.
Nathaniel breathed
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