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Yes. That was it. He slapped that ass a few times, just to get a rhythm going.
“No more.” Isaiah groaned and pushed his ass back toward Jameson.
“I would never give you more than you could take, sweet. I swear.” He stroked, then poked that wee hole again.
“You swear…” Isaiah’s thighs spread, balls swinging.
“I do. This not just about me. It’s about us.” He could just reach his kit bag if he stretched out his free hand.
“I’m so—lost.”
Jameson understood completely. Isaiah’s universe was upside down. He needed an anchor. A focus.
“Shh. Just feel me. Feel this inside you.” He coated his fingers in lube before slipping one inside Isaiah’s body.
“Oh. Oh…” Isaiah sank his upper body into the mattress.
“You’re tight. So glorious. You’re going to squeeze me until I shout.” He almost couldn’t breathe now. Honestly. There was a bond there that would keep him in this world forever.
Harve was a genius. And a good friend.
Isaiah began to lean back, take his finger actively. He wasn’t going to argue, so he pushed in, then pulled back, controlling the motion.
“I—More?” The soft request made his balls throb.
“Yes. More.” He pressed two fingers inside. Deep.
“Oh.” Isaiah sucked in a breath, ass tightening around him.
“Umm. You’re just delicious, sweet. I can smell you.”
“That-that’s good. So good.” Isaiah’s words came in little pants.
“It is, hmmm? It can get better.” He rubbed Isaiah’s ass with his other hand. “You can take so much more.”
“More?” Goddess, that little shock made him dizzy.
“Indeed. So much more. Someday I’ll put my entire hand in you.” Let Isaiah ponder that.
“Never…Oh…” Isaiah’s body tightened around his fingers like a fist.
“I will.” He rubbed and pinched with one hand, then pushed and spread with the other. Isaiah needed to be good and ready for his cock. He intended to take everything his boy could give.
And vice versa.
He applied a bit more lube so he could get a lovely glide in and out, slick and perfect. The sight of his fingers disappearing in that tight, virginal hole made him want to bite. In fact, Jameson snapped his teeth, his fangs cutting his lower lip.
Isaiah groaned. “Be nice…”
“I’m not feeling nice.” He pulled back. Should he go to three? He added more slick and pressed in, spreading his boy wide.
“Oh. Ohhhhh.” The long, drawn out exhale made him feel like a god.
“That’s three, boy. My cock is next.”
“Please. I want you. All of you.” The soft words made his balls draw up.
That was all he could take, so Jameson pulled his fingers out. He didn’t have to worry about condoms, so all he had to do was line up. “Breathe, boy.”
