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He shook his head that I wouldn't, then lifted his weight up and began to move, undulating his hips and sinking back down on me. The slow, torturous pace made me crazy with lust, wanting to flip us around, toss him onto the bed and pin him under me, fucking him speechless in a frantic sprint.

Eventually I squirmed as he continued to ride me oh so slowly. Though I tried to be patient, after another couple of moments I couldn't take it anymore and grunted impatiently.

Ceridor stalled, his lust-addled eyes raking over me. "Alles okay?"

"Ja, okay," I confirmed, "but...can I flip you?"

The shiver that ran through him, and the way he clenched around my dick, was a pretty clear answer, but still I waited.

"Ja," he whispered, pulling off and wobbling back onto the bed.

I sat up and scooted around, thinking he'd replace me, but Ceridor just stayed on his hands and knees waiting, presented to me like it was the most normal thing in the world. When I didn't touch him, he twisted around to send me a questioning look.

I touched his bum, smoothing my palm over his furry cheek. "Why not lie down and relax? Let me take care of you."

He blinked at me and then sunk to the mattress till he was flat on his belly, the pillow slid under his hips, but I didn't see how nailing him while he was all but flat against the mattresswouldn't press on his cock uncomfortably, if not crush his poor balls.

"Like this, baby," I muttered, grabbing his hip and turning him.

Ceridor moved with me and rotated till he was on his back, scooting so that the pillow came under his hips, just like he'd been when he'd prepped himself and shown himself to me.

"Sorry," he muttered, suddenly so shy it felt like our age difference had poofed into nothing.

"Nein, Ceridor," I cooed. "You're so beautiful; I want to watch while you relax and let me fuck you."

His tummy muscles quivered and he reached down and gripped the sheet covering the mattress, as if holding on in anticipation of a hearty romping. Excitement zinged through me and I grabbed the lubricant.

"Use a lot," he suggested, his voice breathy, "more than you think you'd need."

"Okay, and let me know if I need to add more."

He nodded.

I propped his legs up till his calves rested against my collarbones and his ankles were up by my ears. This was the view I wanted to see, all these beautiful long, slim but toned lines. Ceridor gripped the sheets and turned his head to the side as I steadied his hips with both hands and sheathed myself inside him fully.

Ceridor squawked and froze. "Johann, slow! Mother of all gods."

"Scheiße, I'm sorry!" I exclaimed.

I froze and held absolutely still as Ceridor panted and came down from his panic. "It's been years, like I said. You just pushed all the way in without stopping. Were you watching when I rode you? I eased you in slowly, bit by bit."

Shame crashed through me. "I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you—should I pull out?"

"Don't move," he squeaked, and we spent a long minute as he recovered and I tried to remain present with him rather than going into a pain-filled dark place of shame and embarrassment.

I started to pull out; my cock had wilted so much from the shock that it was about to fall out anyway. Ceridor let his legs fall wide and it was all I could do to not let my thoughts spiral into anxiety and beat myself up over this.

But then he held his arms out to me, the look in his eyes conveying that all was forgiven. I went to him and all but dove into his arms, holding him tight to me. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry."

"You've apologized already. It's okay, I'm not hurt," he soothed.

We lay there a few moments, just coming down from the turmoil and soothing each other.

Chapter Eight

Johann

"Normally, that kind of take-charge attitude is something I'd find hot," said Ceridor after a while. "Once I'm warmed up and more used to it, I don't mind if you're a bit forceful with me. In fact, I prefer it."

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