Del dropped a foil-wrapped condom on the bed alongside the lube. The mattress dipped when he sat down. “We’re just going to make out for a while, okay? And see what happens. It doesn’t have to be tonight.”
Justin nodded again and settled back against the mattress as Del stretched out beside him.
Del leaned in and kissed him, one hand sliding up his ribs, and Justin melted into the sensation. He always did, with Del. Del’s kisses started out soft and sweet, and then quickly turned to teasing, and then to something hungry and demanding, which Justin met in equal measure. His lingering nerves were consumed by the heat of his rising passion, and turned to ashes. By the time Del began to move, leaving a line of kisses down Justin’s torso, Justin was hard and aching for more.
He thought to be embarrassed when Del opened the lube and then rubbed his slippery fingers along his taint, but the thought was barely there before it was gone again, because it just felt so good. And then Del was opening him with a finger, and Justin’s brain shorted out at the conflicting sensations. Before he’d even figured out how to process them, Del crooked his finger and Justin felt a bolt of pleasure rock through him, and he cried out and almost jerked off the bed.
“That’s it,” Del said and hit that spot again.
Justin gazed at him, this gorgeous man with dark tendrils of his hair spilling out of his bun. Del kept slowly pushing into him with that finger, and then added another one, and Justin had to reach down and grip the base of his dick tightly to prevent himself from coming too soon. He wanted to come when Del was inside him, not before.
“You’re doing so good, Justin,” Del told him. “You’re taking my fingers so well.”
Justin bit his lip and closed his eyes as the sensations built inside him, coiling tighter and tighter.
“Okay,” Del said. “Can you turn over for me now, baby? It’s going to be easier for you that way.”
“Okay,” Justin echoed. He felt as shaky as a newborn colt as he rolled over and got his knees under him, Del’s hands on his hips to guide him into position. And then Del was reaching for a pillow and shoving it under Justin, and the rasp of the fabric against his dick almost made him come.
Justin closed his eyes and moaned.
Fingers again, pushing into him and making a space for Del, and Justin rolled his hips to try to feel more of them. He was shivering, his fingers clenching the comforter convulsively. He felt as though every nerve in his body was drawn taut, and that he’d been on the brink of coming now for hours. He wanted more
“Del,” he moaned. He barely registered the rip of the foil. “Please, Del.”
Del ran a hand down his back. “I’ve got you, baby.”
Fingers again, and then dull pressure, and Justin gasped at the sensation of Del’s dick breaching him. It didn’t hurt, although his mind panicked that it should—it was pressure, and fullness, and a throbbing ache that beat like a second heartbeat. For a moment Justin couldn’t tell if it was wonderful or terrible, just that it was so much, and then Del was pulling back again, only to thrust forward in a slow, smooth motion that set Justin’s confused body alight. He ground his dick into the pillow and then pushed back onto Del.
It was so good that he was overwhelmed and his eyes stung with hot tears. Del was all around him and inside him, and it was everything he’d ever wanted. Pleasure coiled like a spring inside him until it was impossibly tight. His dick was the hardest it had ever been, and his balls were throbbing, and Del kept hitting that spot inside him that made him see stars each time.
He couldn’t last.
“Del!” he cried, and reached a hand back so that Del’s fingers could tangle with his own. “Del!”
He came, shuddering and gasping, all over the pillow, and Del followed him over the edge moments later.
Justin collapsed onto the bed, boneless, heavier than he’d ever felt yet somehow also floating, and barely registered it when Del’s weight left him. Moments later he felt Del wiping his ass and thighs with a warm damp cloth, and he barely had the energy to grumble.
“You need to get under the covers now, Justin,” Del whispered. “Come on.”
“You broke me,” Justin mumbled, smiling when Del laughed.
It took a moment to get situated under the sheets and the comforter, and then Del was climbing in beside him and Justin was curling into his side. He felt warm and loose limbed and sleepy.