Page 74 of Running Feral

Tobias leans back, looking at me with bloodshot eyes.

“What?”

“You said you’re ready to have sex and you want to feel something different. Why don’t you fuck me? Then you’re in control, but it’s still bringing us as close as it would the other way around.”

Tobias is still staring at me like I’ve grown a second head, and I’m not sure if he hates the idea or is just confused.

“You’d let me?” he finally asks.

Oh, my sweet baby gay. Sometimes I forget how inexperienced he is.

“Of course,” I say, taking his face in my hands and sweeping my thumbs over both cheeks. “People like different things. I know I like to top a lot of the time because I kind of have a thing about control, but it’s not like a rule. I’ve had a great time bottoming before, and even if I’d never tried it, I’d damn well be ready to do it for you, if it was what you needed.”

Tobias still looks uncertain, chewing on his bottom lip, which I didn’t totally expect.

“Unless you don’t want to,” I add. “Have you ever topped before?”

“Uh, a girl, once. In high school. Or maybe girls don’t count. It was awful, anyway.”

He blushes, and I fight to keep a straight face because it’s fucking adorable, but I don’t want him to think I’m laughing at him.

Instead, I pull him into a kiss. I tease his mouth open with my tongue, getting him to open up to me slowly, until we’reboth distracted from all the awkwardness I just brought crashing down on us.

By the time we break apart again, he’s panting and I can see his erection tenting his sleep pants, convincing me even more that this is what he wants.

“Please, Gunnar,” he says. “I want more.”

We go slow. I focus on keeping him close to me, holding his gaze and making sure he’s not checking out the way he’s done before. But he’s present the entire time. The more of my attention I give him, the more worked up he gets until he’s grinding shamelessly against me, humping his leaking erection against my bare thigh, fingering me open while I whisper gentle praise in his ear.

Once I’m ready, I grab a condom that I fished out of the nightstand from next to the lube and watch him put it on. He looks nervous, but not scared. And the overwhelming aura of desire in the room is choking the life out of any other emotion that tries to butt its way in right now.

I arrange myself on my front so he has easy access and spread myself open for him, enjoying the feeling of his slender body weighing me down.

“That’s it, baby,” I say as he finally pushes inside me.

His fingers are kneading the flesh of my sides like a nervous tic, but I love it. Just another reminder that he’s here with me, and nowhere else.

“You’re okay?” There’s a quiver to his voice when he speaks.

“I’m okay.” I turn around, looking at him over my shoulder. He looks phenomenal. Arching his back while a flush crawls over the pale, sand-toned skin of his chest. The muscles in his arms defined by how hard he’s holding on to me, and his abs tensing and relaxing over and over as he tries to hold himself in place. His mouth is open just enough for him to pant and for me to catch a glimpse of that pink, wet tongue that I wish was in mymouth right now, and his eyes are at half-mast. “You can move, Tobias. Please.”

The first thrust he gives is tentative, but it still feels good. I wasn’t lying when I said it had been a long time since I’ve bottomed, but I had missed it. Pleasure is already unfurling deep in my gut, and my hips are loosening as I rock back into him.

“That’s it, baby boy. Don’t hold back. Fuck, you feel good inside me.”

The words end on a moan. He picks up the pace, his movements becoming more confident the longer I encourage him with my words and all the noises he’s pulling out of me.

“Fuck yes. Right there,” I moan as he starts hitting me at a different angle.

Tobias drapes his body over mine, so we’re skin to skin. I can feel his hot breath puffing on my ear, and I want to turn around and kiss him, but I feel like he might be lost in the moment. He’s squeezing the skin on my sides so tightly it’s going to bruise, but I don’t care.

His lips find the back of my neck, but he can’t seem to concentrate enough to kiss me, instead mouthing at the skin as he breathes heavily. He pistons his hips, pumping into me quickly now, matching his puffs of breath and making little grunting noises that would be adorable if I weren’t too distracted by how fucking good this feels.

“That’s it, baby. Are you gonna make me come?” My cock is hard and heavy, pointing down at the mattress and drooling precum, so I find his hand blindly with mine and guide it to wrap around my length. “You feel so good. Be a good boy and make me come, then give me everything you’ve got. I want every drop in those tight little balls deep inside me, got it?”

Tobias makes a noise that might have beenuh-huhbut might have just been an exhale. He gets to work jerking me, tossing my body back and forth between the two points of pleasure until I’mmoaning loudly and rolling my hips into every thrust he gives me.

“Oh fuck, perfect, Tobias.” I barely manage to spit the words out before I’m spraying cum over the sheets, every muscle in my body tightening.

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