He nodded weakly at me, trusting me to do what I said I’d do. I pushed the dildo in one final time, leaving it buried inside of him, before letting it go. I leaned between his legs, my groin against the hilt of the dildo, and he sucked in a sharp breath when I pushed it in just a little more, propping my hands on either side of his head, pressing my forehead against his. He was sweaty and panting in my face, but I kissed him slow and sweet, gentling him when he tried to make it more.
He was frustrated with me for it, growling against me, trying to suck wet and open kisses on my lips and jaw. It took a moment, but finally his breathing slowed and he looked more aware.
“You still want this?” I asked him, pulling away to brush a sweaty lock of hair from his forehead.
“Yeah,” Ryan said. He smiled up at me a little. “I want this.”
“It’s gonna sting.”
“I know.”
“And you will tell me if it’s too much.”
“I will.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
I kissed him again in reward, swiping my tongue against his before standing upright. “You still want me dressed?”
“Please.” Then his eyes widened. “It’s not because of the—”
I shook my head. “I know, Ryan. It’s not the scars.”
“Because they don’t matter to me,” he insisted.
“I know.”
“I love them, because they’re part of you.”
“You sap,” I said fondly, squeezing his knee.
“It’s just… hot. You. Like this. Me.” He blushed again. “I just like it.”
“I do too,” I said. I unfastened my breeches, well aware of his gaze on my hands. I was harder than I’d ever been in my life, even with our brief little side trip into potential insecurities (which, honestly, hadn’t even crossed my mind), and the relief I felt when my cock sprang free caused my eyes to briefly close. The anticipation of what we were about to do was causing my hands to shake, but I needed to stay in control for him.
I opened my eyes, smiling down at Ryan. He watched me with a reverent look on his face, like the sight of me standing above him (with my cock poking out of my pants, no less) was everything he could ever want. I hoped he saw the same expression on my face.
I took the vial from the nightstand and tipped it again into my hand, spilling more oil. I set it down and jacked myself off, teeth grinding together at the slick grip of my fist. Heat pooled low in my belly at the sight of Ryan lying spread out before me, waiting for me to fuck him alongside the dildo. It wouldn’t take much to make me come, and I had to force my hand to drop so I didn’t jizz all over him right then.
I reached over his head to grab one of the fat pillows on the bed, motioning him to lift his hips. He complied, the dildo pointing obscenely out of his ass as he did. I thought about flicking it again, but I wasn’t that much of an asshole.
“Here’s how it’s going to work,” I told him as I situated the pillow underneath him. “I’m going to pull the dildo out. Then I’m going to fuck you with my dick. Once I’m sure you’re ready, I’ll put the dildo back in. Okay?”
“Okay,” he said, a trickle of sweat running down his forehead to his ear.
“And you’ll tell me the moment it gets to be too much.”
“I will.”
“Good.” I bent over and kissed the inside of his thigh before I pulled the dildo out in one smooth, quick motion. The muscles in his stomach jumped, and his cock was leaking the barest amounts of come onto his skin. Before he could make a sound, I lined my dick up at his asshole and pushed in slowly.
He was hotter than I remembered him ever being and a little bit looser too. Still he groaned at the intrusion, clenching down on my cock. “I’ll be honest,” I managed to say. “This probably isn’t going to last very long.”
I didn’t know if he even heard me. He planted his feet against my chest, legs still bent over his torso. I was able to lean forward, his legs holding my weight as I pulled almost all the way out before fucking back into him, my hips slapping against his ass.
“If we’re going to do this, we need to do it now.”
His eyes opened again, wide and glazed over. “Do it.”
The dildo was on the bed next to him where I’d set it. My hand was still sticky with oil, and I rubbed it over the toy, making sure it was slick. I jerked my hips twice, and then a third time before I pulled away, leaving only the head of my cock inside him. “You ready?”
“I’m ready.”
“I love you.”
His smile was blinding. “So much?”
“So much,” I agreed.
It was tight, almost too tight. The pressure of the dildo against my dick was borderline painful. I paused when he gasped louder than any time before, eyes bulging, mouth open but making no other sound. I waited, trying not to grimace at the toy pressing down on top of my dick. It took a moment or two, but he relaxed the smallest amount, and I pressed in farther.
The sound we both made at the sensation seemed to be closer to animal than human. I was low and guttural. He was high-pitched and whining. I went as slow as I could. The angle was slightly awkward, and the dildo wouldn’t go all the way in, and my hips weren’t flush against his ass, but it had to be the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
I let his body get used to the stretch as much as it could before his hand slid down from the back of his knee and covered mine on his thigh. He squeezed it once, letting me know he was okay for me to move.
It wasn’t a quick fuck at that point. Given the way we were positioned and the number of things he had in his ass, it wasn’t possible. My grip on the toy slipped more often than not, and I almost pulled my dick out of him completely more than once. But there were a few moments when everything lined up and the thrusts matched as I pushed my hips and the toy forward at the same time.
Those were the moments that Ryan’s eyes were open wide but most likely unseeing. Those were the moments when his right foot slid up my chest until his leg was hooked over my shoulder, holding me in place. Those were the moments when he said my name like I was something to be cherished, like I was giving him everything he could have ever hoped for.
Those were the moments when I knew I would do anything for this man beneath me, this man who trusted me and loved me above all others.
He came untouched. One moment he was crying out, tears in the corners of his eyes, and the next he was coming, spunk shooting across his chest, hitting his chin and cheeks, a line splashing his lips. He was soundless when it happened, back bowed upward, muscles straining. I didn’t last after that and came deep inside him, the dildo slipping from my hand and sliding out of him, dropping to the floor.
“HOLY FUCKING gods,” I said sometime later when I came back to my senses. I had collapsed on top of him. I’d gone soft and slid out of him at some point. He was holding me close, his nose pressed against my hair, his hand on the back of my neck. We were breathing in sync, his heartbeat sluggish and slow against my chest. “That was….”
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It was.”
My brain was trying to restart itself, and I said the only thing I could think of. “If you think about it, we’re pretty much sex gods.”
I felt the rumble of his laughter, and it caused a smile to stretch wide across my face. He kissed the top of my head, and I sighed happily, letting myself settle on top of him.