Page 111 of Our Own Light

“Oh, God, Ollie,” Floyd moaned. “How?”

How could this possibly feel so incredible?

Ollie chuckled to himself and continued to move his tongue. When he eventually stopped, Floyd let out a pathetic little whine.

Ollie said, “I’m sorry, but I think I might not be able to resist the urge to fuck the mattress much longer if I keep licking you.” He picked up the bottle of oil from the mattress. “Can I try one of my fingers instead?”

Still in a bit of a daze, Floyd nodded.

Ollie poured some oil on his hand. Floyd stopped breathing the moment Ollie started pressing his finger inside. Ollie’s finger hadn’t even made it past the middle knuckle before Floyd cried out, the breath he’d been holding rushing out of him in one big whoosh.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Ollie asked.

Floyd shook his head. Soon, Ollie’s whole finger was inside. And Floyd was ready to tell him how incredible it felt when Ollie crooked his finger a little, finding that perfect spot that could make Floyd see stars. Floyd let out a hungry moan instead.

Ollie continued to move his finger. Each tiny motion was enough to make Floyd’s muscles tense and shiver.

“God, Ollie, I...” Floyd clenched his fists. “I’ll come.”

“Should I stop?”

“Y-yeah,” Floyd stammered, though part of him wanted Ollie to keep going. “I want you inside me now.”

“Hold on,” Ollie said. “One more finger, maybe. I’m nervous I’ll hurt you otherwise.”

Once Ollie’s second finger was inside, Floyd squeezed his eyes shut. Because he knew that if Ollie moved too fast, he’d never last more than a second or two.

“Slow,” Floyd begged. “Gentle.”

Gingerly, Ollie moved his fingers a couple of times—in and out—and then, when Floyd was teetering on the edge, he retracted them. Floyd let out a long breath. Ollie took a while to slick himself with oil, which was maybe intentional so that Floyd could take the time to calm himself a little, and then walked forward on his knees. Floyd lifted his legs to rest them on Ollie’s shoulders.

Ollie pressed his cock against Floyd’s hole.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Ollie asked.

“Very ready.”

When Ollie started to push himself inside, Floyd’s heart began fluttering, fear suddenly twisting in his stomach. He wasn’t even sure why he was feeling nervous about this type of intimacy. He knew Ollie would never hurt him. Not intentionally. But within seconds, the fear had become so intense that Floyd had started to feel a little lightheaded.

“Sweetheart, I think you’re forgetting to breathe.”

“Oh.” Floyd took a few breaths. Sure enough, they helped. “Yeah, I’ll... I’ll remember that.”

“Keep breathing,” Ollie instructed, pushing forward more.

Once the head of Ollie’s cock slipped inside, Floyd’s hand shot out to clutch Ollie’s forearm, causing Ollie to pause.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not much, but some. Uhm, maybe you can wait a bit.” Floyd couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for making Ollie stop. He’d been so sweet to pleasure Floyd with his tongue and fingers before this. “I’m sorry if this ain’t what you thought it would be.”

“What do you mean? It’s perfect.”

“Yeah? Even though I can’t even let you move yet?”

“We’re learning together, sweetheart. I’m so happy that we’re even trying this.”

“Me, too.” Floyd reached up to stroke Ollie’s cheek.

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