Page 55 of Gay for Pray
He swallows, and I kiss my way down his neck, his scratchy, short beard prickling my lips. As I venture lower, I rush to ruck up his shirt and expose his beautiful body. He sits up so we can get the shirt off, but I don’t let him put in more effort than that. As soon as I can, I push him back down to the mattress and start undoing his pants.
I grumble with frustration when I reach his shoes. Because we actually didn’t even stop to take those off. As I toss them aside, I pause to strip mine off as well. I don’t care about the rest yet. Plus, I’m way too urgent now that he’s lying naked beneath me, his thick, hard cock curving up at his belly.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I say.
Theo swallows and pants, his furred chest expanding with ragged breaths. The trail of hair trickles down to his cock and flows down his legs. I only get to appreciate it for a moment before I lean over him to dig a bottle of lube out of the drawer of my bedside table. I could flip him over for this, but his lips are parted and cheeks flushed, and I don’t want to miss a second of that rapturous, glazed over look in his eyes. And that’s before I’ve even touched him. I can only imagine the exquisite expressions I’ll draw out of him if stroking lube onto my fingers is rewarding me like this.
I adjust myself in my jeans as my discomfort grows more noticeable, but again I don’t bother to stop and strip. I’m simply too urgent for so much delay, as tight as my pants are getting. Instead, I prop myself up on one hand and ease Theo’s legs apart. The way he opens for me sends a thrill from the crown of my head all the way down into my curling toes.
I give his beautiful cock a good couple pumps, anchoring him with something familiar at first. I don’t stay there long, however, teasing his balls before slipping even lower. He flinches when my fingers reach an unfamiliar place, but I go slow, patient as I let my touch drift over him.
“You look so good like this,” I say.
He responds with more panting and a deeper flush. God, it’s incredible watching him come apart. All the rigid self-control he’s propped himself up with for his entire life melts under my fingers like butter in the sun. Beneath is the real Theo, a Theo whowants, a Theo full of desire, a Theo who’s more than a product of who he’s been told to be.
I press at him, testing. He tenses, but there’s no flinch this time. Still, I maintain my slow pace, swirling my fingers around that tight ring of muscle before pressing gently once more. This time, he shudders, and I don’t think it’s fear. His hips shift, a ripple of pleasure that seems to surprise even Theo himself.I press more, teasing him until he’s pushing his hips at me himself.
“Feels good?” I say, more to torment him than to actually check in.
“Feels good,” he says, breathy and broken.
“Look at you wanting more already.”
He whimpers in the back of his throat and chews at his lip.
“I’ve barely started and you’re already like this,” I say. “Seems like this wasn’t so far under the surface after all, hm?”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “Jude, please,” he whines.
I’m completely helpless to resist. I press harder, only one finger this time, but when I squeeze it inside him, Theo sucks in a shaky breath. I sink it deeper, all the way to the second knuckle. Theo squirms but doesn’t stop me, letting me pump that single digit inside him.
I take my chance to tease him before it flees.
“That went in so easily,” I say. “I thought there might be a bit more resistance from someone who’s never been penetrated, but here you are, letting me inside you like it’s nothing. Do you have more secrets, Theo?”
He shakes his head, but struggles to find words. “I just… It just…feels really good.”
“Mmm, then maybe you need a little more, since one isn’t enough to satisfy you.”
He neither agrees nor disagrees, and I ease my finger out of him so I can add the other one. His tight hole resists for a moment, but I press and massage and work until both fingers are sinking into him, and Theo groans from between his teeth.
“Th-that’s more,” he gasps. “That’s definitely more.”
“Good more or bad more?”
I don’t get an answer at first, and I pause, savoring the heat of his body clenching my fingers like a fist.
“Good,” he says in a burst of breath.
It sounds like it took all his will to expel that single, desperate word, and I relent, giving him what he so clearly needs instead of dragging out the torment any longer. I know when a man is still warming up versus when he needs more, and right now, Theoneedsmore.
I slide my fingers deeper inside him, and he’s so damn tight it makes my cock ache with the desire to fuck him properly. Perhaps someday. I’m not going to push it so early when I suddenly have all the time in the world with this man. There will come a day where his cock inside me is as deliciously familiar as mine inside him, but that day isn’t now.
The tight muscles clutching my fingers ease as I work those digits inside him. I find something deeper and pet my fingers over it, and Theo arches his whole body and gasps like he might choke on the air itself. With my fingers inside him, I canfeelthe tremble that passes through him, and it’s as delicious as any five-star meal.
Propped up on my free hand, I watch every last beat of pleasure that tumbles through his face. He squeezes his eyes shut. His mouth falls open and never quite closes again. When he tilts his head back, his Adam’s apple protrudes prominently. And all the while that flush in his cheeks deepens like the pleasure is burning him from the inside out.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I rasp. “Fuck, you’re so perfect. So perfect for me, Theo.”
