“More,” he says softly. “Please.”

Hearing him beg for me makes me feel like a king, but I’m incapable of making him ask twice for anything. So I roll away to grab the lube and a condom out of the nightstand drawer, then come back to him. Even though I revel in being able to give him what he wants, I still take my time. I start by pressing only the tip of one slick finger inside him, crooking it to tug gently at his rim. I fuck him shallowly with it, waiting until it feels like he’s sucking me in, his body requesting more before I go deeper.

Eventually I add a second finger and work to loosen him up. He pushes back against me, matching my slow pace and whimpering when I suck on the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

“Ready?” I ask him, though I know he is.

“Yeah. Can we stay like this?”

That’s music to my ears. “Yeah,” I tell him. “Just like this.”

I wedge my bottom arm underneath him and wrap it around so I can splay my hand across his chest and press his upper body against mine. Then I use my other arm to adjust his top leg, pulling it back just a bit and setting it over my thigh to keep him spread open for me.

He shivers as I push the head of my cock past his rim. His body grips me so tightly, even after I loosened him up, and I have to fight the urge to force myself in and slam all the way home. Instead I only give him a couple inches before pulling back so just my cockhead is inside him again. Then I repeat the motion, giving him a bit more each time, until I can slide in fully with no resistance.

With my hips flush against his ass, I rock us back and forth, only pushing into him a tiny bit each time. Pretty soon he’s whining, making it clear that he wants more, so I give it to him. I start pulling out and thrusting into him for real, but I keep the rest of our bodies as close as possible.

We create a slow but steady rhythm together. I slide my hand up to grip his throat lightly, and he brings both of his hands up to cover mine. He presses down, urging me to hold on tighter. I growl my approval in his ear, then bring my mouth back to the same spot I was sucking on before, determined to leave my mark on his skin.

My brain is screaming at me, telling me he’s mine. That I need to keep him, and protect him, and love him, and fuck him. And fuck him, and fuck him, and fuck him. I can tell he’s getting closer when his hands fall away from mine and his fingers scrabble in the sheets. He could easily reach down and touch himself, but for some reason he doesn’t. I like that he’s leaving it up to me to take care of him.