Resting my legs on either side of his knees, I fist my cock lazily, watching as he squirts lube on his fingers and rubs them together to warm it. Then I close my eyes at the first touch of his fingers at my hole. He’s gentle but thorough, spreading the liquid around my entrance and tickling the sensitive skin until I groan and swallow hard.

I open my eyes at the tap and slow slide in of his first finger. He goes gently, first one finger and then a second, and something that has always seemed a bit of a ball-ache to me before—a necessary but slightly clinical step—is suddenly transformed. His touch is sensual, and he plays with me, his fingers widening and teasing my channel while his other hand drifts over my torso, tracing the muscles of my abdomen and the lines of my groin. He runs his fingers along the sensitive crease of my thigh, and the touch feels like fire on my skin. I moan, arching into his hand and riding the fingers in my hole.

I might be a surprise to him, but he’s got a few of his own, and his tenderness is one of them. If I ever thought of Misha and sex, I’d imagined he’d be forceful and passionate and free of all emotion apart from a mutual getting off. This focussed care is shocking and so erotic.

Pulling him down to me, I arch and groan into his mouth when his fingers graze my prostate again. It’s sensitive and swollen from his attention. I take his mouth and kiss him, riding his fingers before pulling back to moan. “Come on, Misha, please. Need you.”

He withdraws his fingers, and I groan against the empty feeling. I force my eyes open to watch him roll the condom down his dick. The latex is shiny and hugs his shaft tight, nestling down against the base. My legs shift restlessly as I watch him pour lube into his palm and fist his cock until it gleams sticky sweet in the moonlight.

I lift up as he pushes a pillow underneath my hips, the muscles in his arms bunching sexily. Then he sits back on his knees and spreads my legs over his upper thighs until my bum is close to his cock. I arch further into the position, and we both groan as his dick brushes my hole.

“Oh fuck,” I say.

He grimaces, his eyes fluttering shut as his cock pushes in for the first inch. He pauses, but I shake my head, my hair sticking to the sweat on my shoulders. “In one go,” I gasp. “I like it.”

He looks like he’s in pain as he pushes in. We both hiss out a breath as the slow, steady slide continues until he bottoms out, and his balls press against my backside.