Page 30 of I've Walked Where You've Been
They took their clothes off slowly, too caught up in kissing to do more than one piece at a time. Matty only realised they were completely naked when Ethan pressed their bodies together, miles of bare skin left to spark and flare.
Ethan snuck a hand between them, cupping the head of Matty’s cock and pressing the underside rhythmically, swiping through the slit every once and a while to spread the moisture there.
“Ethan,” Matty whined, bucking his hips, needing more. “Please.”
For once, Ethan actually listened to his pleas instead of dragging it out further. “You okay to turn around? It’ll be more comfortable to open you up this way.”
Matty did so at once, shuddering at the words ‘open you up’ said so casually.
Ethan grabbed the lube they both knew was in Matty’s bedside drawer and put gentle hands on Matty’s hips. “Knees and elbows,” he murmured.
Matty took a deep breath and did as asked. From the bond, there was an intentional rush of love and want and caring, settling Matty’s nerves at once.
“There you go,” Ethan said.
Matty heard the snap of the lube bottle opening, a soothing hand running down his back and ass before a wet finger brushed against his hole.
“Fuck,” Matty cursed, flinching a little, forwards and then back, wanting to make sure that Ethan knew hewantedthis.
Ethan just kept rubbing circles around him, enough pressure for Matty to feel it but not for Ethan to slip in until the sensation built in Matty’s stomach, turning unbearable.
Just when Matty was about to plead, Ethan’s finger pushed in.
“Relax. There you go,” Ethan said.
It was fucking weird to have something in his ass. He wasn’t sure why he’d never really thought of doing this to himself after so much time daydreaming about being fucked by Ethan, but it was definitely strange. Not quite pleasurable like touching his dick was pleasurable, but it somehow made him a little more desperate. He wantedmoreright away, wanting the sensation to amplify.
“Can you—more?” Matty asked even though they’d barely started.
“Okay, but slow,” Ethan said, pulling out and lubing up again before pressing two fingers inside.
And,there, that was what Matty had been looking for. It wasn’t much, it didn’t hurt, but he could feel the stretch now, the promise of more to come.
“Fuck. Yeah, please, come on,” Matty urged.
Ethan started fucking him with his fingers and wasn’t that a trip, that in-and-out slide, the push and pull of it.
Matty buried his face in his arms, breathing hard already even though they’d barely done anything. It was just—a lot. The vulnerability of it, the feel of having Ethaninside him.
“Oh,fuck,” Matty groaned as Ethan hit that golden spot inside him, a spark of real pleasure lighting him up. “Can you, again?”
“Yeah. Fuck, you look so good,” Ethan said, sounding just as breathless as Matty.
Ethan slowed down, going deeper, more purposeful, and Matty lost it a little at the sudden, constant pressure against his prostate. It still wasn’t like touching his dick, not that direct pleasure, but the combination of sensations was driving Matty out of his head as few things had done before.
“Can you take another one?” Ethan asked.
“Yes. Fuck, yes, come on,” Matty begged and didn’t have to wait long until three fingers were pressing inside him. “Oh. Oh, fuck.”
Okay, now,thatwas a stretch. He panted wetly into his arms, feeling every fucking inch. Ethan kept the pace slow, torturous, making Matty lean back to get more, faster.
“Can you…fuck.” Matty moaned as Ethan stretched his fingers a little. “Can you fuck me? I’m ready, Ethan…”
“Yeah. Fuck. You look…Matty, Jesus Christ.”
Matty thanked their past selves for having the foresight to get tested when they started messing around so that Ethan just had to lube up, bare dick hard and straining.
“You wanna turn around? I want to…I want to see you.”
