Page 32 of Romeo vs Romeo

“Do you want to fuck your boy toy, Everett?” he asked in that strained tone that made the muscles in my thighs loosen regardless of his words.

Saliva dripped from his hard, wet cock before my eyes as I dragged my hands down to his thighs. “Yes,” I said in a low, airy whisper.

There was a freakishly handsome smirk on his lips when I rose to my feet. I planted my lips on his, kissing him open-mouthed and with tongue. Roman shivered, fingernails digging into my pecs before he pulled me toward the bed.

As he lay on his back, I knelt on the bed between his muscular legs. He had runner’s calves that made me want to lick his entire body from the ankles up. While my hands traveled up the insides of his thighs, I watched the goose bumps rise on his skin. And in the next moment, I realized I didn’t have protection.

Frowning, I told him so, and Roman cocked an eyebrow playfully. “We’re about the same size. I’m pretty well stocked.” He reached over to his nightstand and opened a deep drawer, revealing a clutter of items of varying deviance. There were rags of cloth I recognized as jockstraps, packets of condoms, a bottle of lube, something long and bendy with lumps that went from tiny to huge along its length, a rubbery dildo approximately the size of my dick but with much more pronounced veins, a smaller dildo of elegant black rubber with a curved handle and a cock ring attached, and finally, a small, pink plug. Scanning the contents of the drawer made my vision narrow and my heart leap.

“Don’t judge me for being a slut,” Roman said in a sexy, teasing voice.

My hands rose along his thighs right to his groin, then met around his cock and balls. “I like that you’re a slut,” I said,feeling guilty and incredibly horny for using that word. He was my boy toy, as he’d said. Mine to play with.

A shaky breath left his lips, his body quivering. He handed me a condom and watched me as I tore the wrapper off with my teeth, then slipped the rubber down my cock. Touching myself even like that threatened to bring me dangerously close to coming; my cock leaped with each throb, making Roman’s glassy eyes sparkle with playfulness. He rummaged through his drawer with one hand and found a rubber ring. “Do you want this?”

My heart clenched. In the past, I’d never had an issue like this. It had been the opposite, actually, as I’d struggled to keep myself interested enough to get the thing done. But this was not the pairing of a guy and a girl. Rules were different. I knew this. Straight people spiced up their sex lives by rolling dice that told them to suck each other’s nipples for ten seconds. Gay sex was a whole different beast I knew nearly nothing about, but I understood well that it was far more liberating and open-minded.

“Is it yours?” I asked, taking the small rubber ring and stretching it with my fingers.

Roman chuckled, which I found so odd given the fact we were naked and heated and preparing to fuck, yet it warmed my heart. Chuckling was allowed. “I don’t collect them as souvenirs if that’s what you mean.”

I smirked. “Smart-mouth.” I slipped the ring around the base of my cock and around my balls. It diminished the sensations nearly instantly, making my dick seem even harder than it had already been. I didn’t know this was possible.

Placing my hands on Roman’s thighs, I wondered if we should just start. It seemed like the wrong way to do it, but I had never considered the steps carefully.

Roman took my left hand and pulled me in until he could wrap his lips around my index and middle fingers, sucking theminto his mouth and wetting them generously. My whole arm tingled. And when he let my fingers slide out, he still directed my hand. He pushed it down between his legs, his stormy-sky gaze on me. “It’s your first time,” he whispered, and I swallowed louder than I’d meant to. He made my fingers touch his smooth, hard taint and slide lower to the warm spot that pulsed at the exact moment I touched it. “I’ll be your little sex toy,” he said, his voice a little firmer. “You can have me however you want.” I licked my lips, making a circle with my wet fingers around his hole. “But I can still guide you.”

I nodded. It clicked in place somewhere in my head, this entire construct of guidance and power dynamic. He wanted me to have him my way, but he knew I had no way that was solely mine. All I had was a profound desire to own him, keep him for myself, never share him with anyone, and never let any harm come his way.

Roman nodded, lips parted and the tip of his tongue crossing over the edge of his front teeth. He added just a tiny amount of pressure on the back of my hand, and I knew what he needed me to do. My forefinger straightened, sinking a couple of inches into his body. The heat I discovered there was incredible, and the rippling pleasure on Roman’s face rewarded me.

“Slowly,” he pleaded in a small whisper. “Slowly.”

I felt it then, this obvious—yet surprising to me—reaction of his body. He closed tightly around my knuckle, his breath catching, and I paused. As he clenched his warm hole, his dick sprung off his abdomen. As it rested back on his abdomen, his hole loosened around my finger, letting me pull a little back and slide it in again.

My mouth was open, air flowing in and out freely, although my chest was so heavy that all my breaths were shallow. Bit by bit, my finger entered him deeper, no longer shy to feel him,and the reminder that I was inside another man’s body made my ringed cock swing with throbbing.

I placed my free hand on the middle of Roman’s chest, and he gripped that wrist with both hands. It made his breaths shallow when I leaned some of my weight on him, clearly pinning him to the mattress while my other hand worked his hole. He was wet and slick with his own saliva, and the lengthening penetrating motions made him moan softly.

And when I let a small amount of spit fall from my mouth to my fingers just under his heavy balls, Roman hissed through his clenched teeth. He was ready, relaxing forcibly enough that I felt him loosen around me, and I probed him with my middle finger, too. This time, I could feel every ounce of tension where his hole stretched to accept me.

But there was more to it than that. It wasn’t the simple insertion that made Roman’s face light up with joy. It was a moment when my fingers entered him slightly upward, massaging some spot inside of him that made his voice crack and his eyes roll back. I filed this as important somewhere in the back of my mind.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered hurriedly. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.” A whimper tore free from his strangling throat. I wondered briefly if he would lie to me and tell me it was good when it wasn’t, but I was sure he couldn’t fake the way his muscles knotted and his body contorted. He was the spitting image of someone experiencing the peak of their ecstasy. “Everet,” he moaned my name. “Oh fuck, I’m so ready,” he whimpered, his hips coiling from one side to the other and back as if the sensation was so wonderful that he couldn’t take it resting. It made me maddeningly curious and just as terrified to try being in his place. Could I trust him enough to let him enter my body?

With a litany of filthy words, Roman begged me to have him at last. So my fingers slipped out, and I reached to get thelube. Pouring plenty over my fingers, I rubbed myself to the surprisingly dull tingling sensation in my cock. The ring would slow me down for sure.

Roman heaved in big breaths of air while free of me. When I was slick and straight as a spear, he licked his lips. “Like this,” he said, lifting his legs until his feet were planted on my pecs and shoulders. “Lean in.”

I did.

Roman’s legs bent at the knees, which reached all the way to his chest, and his ass lifted off the bed, cheeks spreading for me naturally.

It took me a few heartbeats to make sure the head of my dick touched his hole. The ring was right around me, and it made me less aware of Roman’s needs, but I read his face when I began to impale him with my length. His eyes widened for a moment, lips forming a silent O, before he breathed smoothly again. I pulled myself a little out before continuing and watched as Roman’s eyes rolled back, a long, deep moan leaving his throat.

After a few fearful moves and a moment where he begged me to wait for a second, Roman nudged me with his hands on my hips.

I entered him deeper now and deeper still with each brisk thrust, making him grunt and moan as I loosened his hole. My body found a rhythm that let Roman breathe and moan at even intervals as a fire grew hotter and brighter within me. The disbelief of our act got old quickly, fading away to give the spotlight to something far more powerful. The unyielding desire filled me to the brim as Roman and I connected in the ultimate act of sinful pleasure.

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