Page 55 of The Beauty and His Beast

Of course, Everild had to prepare him. Edwin had explained the entire process to him once. It had been quite detailed. Back then, it had shocked him, but here, now, with Everild’s fingers covered in oil—it was exciting. Exhilarating. He began to say, giddy, “Oh, Everild—Edwin told me that sometimes you have to—”

Disbelief laced Everild’s voice. “Camdyn, please—don’t mention another man when we’re in bed together.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Everild, I didn’t mean to…” His voice trailed off.

Everild stroked his hip. “No, I know you didn’t mean anything by it. But I get jealous. I only want you to think of me like this—to only be with me.”

Camdyn said truthfully, “You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted, Everild. No one else.” He giggled as Everild kissed the inside of his thigh.

“Good,” his husband growled. “Now, lay back for me.”

Everild’s slick fingers brushed against his hole, and Camdyn shivered. The soothing hand returned, gentle and warm on his skin.

“I’m okay, Everild.”

“If you want me to stop at any time, just tell me.”

“I will.”

Seemingly satisfied with that promise, Everild slowly eased his finger inside him.

It was—odd. Not uncomfortable exactly but strange, and Camdyn was very aware of the intrusion. He took a deep, shuddering breath, clenched at the blankets, and murmured, “I’m okay.”

Everild watched him carefully. “You’re sure?”

“Mm-hm.” Camdyn nodded.

He was sensitive. When Everild drew his finger back, he whimpered just a little, and when he pressed back in, he gasped.Slowly, he grew used to the motion, settling back into the blankets more comfortably. The entire process repeated when Everild added a second finger; he tensed at the stretch, breathed through the slight burn, sighed at his husband’s comforting ministrations. The way Everild pumped his fingers in and out of him had him sweating and shaking on the bed, and the oil—it was such a large amount they had used, and they weren’t even ready yet. Edwin had said it would take a lot, and some of the books he had read mentioned preparation in passing, but—

“What are you thinking about?” Everild asked. He scissored his fingers, and Camdyn gasped before replying.

“The books that I looked at—the, um, the romantic ones. They never really discussed how much oil would be used. Usually, it wasn’t important, I don’t think.”

Everild snorted. “Ah, those kinds of books. Those are worthless things, Camdyn.”

“Then why are there so many in your library?” He laughed as Everild reddened and sputtered something about inheritance and collections. “I like some of them. The ones with the brave, kind, handsome hero. They remind me of my husband.”

Camdyn marveled at the color of Everild’s deepening blush. It was like a sunrise.

He wiggled his hips to encourage Everild to go further. After a few more quick kisses along his thighs, the third finger slid in, and Camdyn scrabbled at the blankets. “Oh, Everild, wait, wait, please—” He saw his husband’s burgeoning panic and quickly added, “Stay still for a moment? I just need to—I’m okay.” Once he took a deep breath and nodded, Everild started his slow, steady rhythm, his fingers large and callused as they stretched him so wonderfully, but he was still oh-so-gentle. Everild had always been so gentle with him—

Eventually, each thrust elicited only a desire for more. Camdyn rocked his hips in time with Everild’s fingers so that they brushed inside him just right and made him pant with need.

“I think I’m ready.” There couldn’t be that much more to it. Everild had stretched him and prepared him and—it should be fine. But then, his cock was so much larger and thicker than his fingers. The thought made Camdyn’s heart pound with both nervousness and excitement.

The fingers were removed—he felt empty now—as Everild took the time to lather his cock with oil. It was red and hard and slick between his legs, and soon enough, it would be inside Camdyn—Everild would be inside Camdyn—

He bit his lip, uncertain. “Will—will it be better on my back or on my knees?”

“Here, Camdyn—” Everild pulled him into his lap, maneuvering Camdyn’s legs so they wrapped around his waist. “Like this. So we can hold each other.”

It was just like an embrace, only—Camdyn bit his lip—only they would be joined together.

He sat up, grasping Everild’s shoulders, buoyed by his gentle expression and the rough, warm hand rubbing his hip, and slowly lowered himself onto his husband’s cock.

“A-ah—” A whimper escaped his lips. Everild’s fingers had been—a lot—but he had thought—Everild was just so big—

His husband’s voice grew concerned, his grip on Camdyn’s hips tightening to stop him from going further. “Camdyn—not if it hurts, I said.”

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