Page 67 of Angel

“Fuck. Angel.”

He pushes on the muscle, as if testing how firm it is. It shouldn’t make me squirm with want, but it does. I buck, trying to chase that feeling, wanting more of him.

“How does it feel?” he asks, with so much innocent honesty that I laugh out loud.

I kind of sound pained. I kinda am. Angel’s gaze flicks to mine. The expression on his face fucking takes my breath away.

“It… it feels… fucking amazing.” It’s a poor description that completely fails to capture everything I feel. But it’s all my lust-addled mind can come up with at the moment.

Angel glances back down to where I’ve still got two fingers stuffed in my ass. “Can I?”

Jesus Christ. Angel and his totally innocuous questions. They’re going to kill me. They will literally murder me.

I nod, then move to pull my fingers out.

“No, wait, stay there.”

What the fuck?

Angel grabs the lube and slicks up his fingers, then brings them back to my hole.

Oh. Motherfucking goddamn. I squeeze my eyes shut as he gently places a finger next to mine again. It’s all I can do to lie still. I’m vibrating. My entire body is twitching.

My eyes fly open when Angel starts pressing his finger into my ass alongside my own. I bear down, letting him in and a moan escapes me as he slots into place.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

He wiggles his finger so it slips between the two I’ve got in there, then curls it so we’re hooked together and intertwined.

The feeling is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It feels like we’re holding hands. Inside my body. The shifting and twisting of our fingers against each other is incredible. It’s unbelievable.

Then it gets better.

Angel pulls his finger out. But since it’s all tangled up with my fingers, we both end up pulling out. With just the tips inside, he pushes back in. And now he’s fucking me with our fingers. Yeah, because that’s a totally normal, completely not-gay thing for a straight guy to do.

How am I still alive? How have I not expired and gone to heaven? Or maybe Angel has brought heaven down to earth.

He fucks me—makes me fuck myself. Then he adds another finger to our woven digits. The stretch is divine. The fullness is so satisfying. The strange bumps and dips of our knuckles as they slide past my rim is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

But it’s the way our hands are locked together, the way Angel’s directing the movement with so much deliberate care. If I hadn’t already come once, I’d probably be coming right now.

“Fuck, Angel.” The words come out in barely-there gasps

“Is this okay?” His voice is lower and a little more rumbly than usual.

I nod, unable to speak. I don’t think I could handle it if this was any more okay.

He picks up speed and I practically sob. We bottom out hard and the impact against my ass sends reverberations up through the rest of my body.

I’ve never been fucked like this. In all my years as a camboy, never have I ever thought to get fucked like this. How is this possible? How did Angel, with less than a month of gay sex under his belt, come up with something so bizarre and so incredibly hot?

Jesus. Fuck.

“Angel!” I whine. I can’t take much more of this. Either Angel sticks his cock in me or I’m going to have to tap out. “I need you. Please. Fuck me. I need your cock.”

Gingerly, Angel eases our fingers out of my ass. My hole gapes open, quivering with nothing to bear down on. It needs to be filled. It needs Angel filling it.

I reach for Angel’s cock, coating it with the lube on my hand. He tops up with a squirt from the bottle, and I direct him to my hole.

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