Asher nodded, removing his fingers and wiping them on the bedsheets. He snagged the condom and fit it on, tossing the wrapper aside.

“Lube… Lots.”

He didn’t get shy when he cracked open the bottle, and I almost laughed. Then he was on top of me and shoving my knees higher, giving himself access. Yup, his recent porn viewing was proving effective.

He lined up, and everything stopped. Asher looked down at me, his breathing rapid, his heart pounding so hard I felt it when I put my hand on his chest.

“Breathe,” I whispered. “It’s just you and me, Ash. Fuck the world. Fuck what people might think. You and me. Like it’s always been.”

“You ready?”

“Yeah. Go slow. Let me adjust. I’ll tell you when I’m good.”

Then he was filling me, one careful inch at a time. I grabbed his waist, guiding his pace so he wouldn’t impale me before I was ready. Asher made a noise, a groan and gasp mixed together.

“Holy s-shit,” he stammered. “Jesus, you’re tight. Fuck.”

“Push in all the way,” I said, needing more.

He bottomed out, and we stilled, staring into one another’s eyes.

“I’m in.” There was amazement in his tone.

“I know. Dude, you don’t think I notice your massive cock stretching my ass? Believe me, I feel it.”

“I’m gonna come if I move.”

“Give it a sec. I need to adjust anyhow.”

“You feel really good.”

“So do you.”

“Atti? Holy crap. I’m in your ass.”

“Again. I know.”

“No, I mean… Holy shit.”

“Ash, move. I need you to move now.”

With a slow, deliberate pace, Asher pulled out about halfway before changing directions and burying himself again to the hilt. Again, he thrust, coming out a bit farther then slamming home with more force.

“That’s good. So fucking good, but I need you to fuck me harder.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt—”

“Fuck me like you mean it.”

A few more testing thrusts, then he threw caution to the wind and fucked me like I’d asked. There was no kissing, but our bodies couldn’t have been closer. Asher wrapped himself around me, drawing my legs around his waist as he hammered into me, face buried in my neck. The sounds of slapping skin and choked off moans filled the air.

The angle was good, and he dragged himself along my prostate just enough to fizzle my blood to burning. The friction on my dick between our bodies was almost enough to send me soaring. I just needed a little … bit … more.

“Stroke me,” I panted. “Need to come.”