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Justin didn’t push in very deeply, but it was enough to breach Ken, enough to make his body quiver with need. No one had been there in far too long, but Justin touched him like he meant it like he was laying claim to Ken’s body, and it was confusing how much he liked it.
It was also just too much for Ken’s overwrought body to take. With a soft, helpless little scream that he muffled against Justin’s lips, his body shook and trembled as he poured his come all over Justin’s hand, and onto his own body and even spilling onto the bed. It felt like he just kept on coming and coming, each wave of pleasure flinging him up into all new levels until he could barely breathe and the only reason he got any air at all was that he was still kissing Justin.
Justin’s own hoarse little noises buzzed against Ken’s lips, panting little cries as Justin’s dick twitched in Ken’s hand and come spilled all over it. Their eyes met, locked together, and Ken felt his heart give a helpless little lurch in his chest as he saw the look of dazed pleasure in Justin’s gray eyes, the storm in them finally quieted, for the moment.
Covered in sweat and fresh come, Ken let himself fall back onto the bed, panting. Justin’s finger was still firmly lodged inside of him, not very deep but definitely there, and Ken groaned softly and made sure to lie on his side so that Justin wouldn’t need to pull it out.
“Can you go again?” Justin murmured, and there was something so deeply seductive about the sound of his voice, a low, soft purr that was pretty much a blatant sexual challenge all by itself. Ken had wondered if all of that natural intensity would transfer over into bed, and he was getting his answer now.
“Yeah,” Ken agreed, deeply thrilled. Hadn’t he just been hoping that Justin wouldn’t be done after one time? With short breaks, Ken had enough energy to go for almost a whole night, especially when he wanted someone as badly as he wanted Justin.
“Good,” Justin murmured, and slowly, just a little bit at a time, he eased the rest of his finger inside of Ken. He gasped, wrapping his arms around the older man, burying his face in his chest as he was taken by that finger. At first, it felt like it wouldn’t fit at all, but then it was inside of him and all of a sudden, it was too slender to fill him up like he so badly needed.
It didn’t really take very much time, actually. One second, he was wondering how Justin would fit at all, and the next, he found himself rocking his hips, trying to get that finger deeper, squirming against him.
“Do you need more?” Justin murmured, his voice like smooth, slippery silk as he whispered in Ken’s ear, his lips caressing the sensitive shell, the earlobe, as their chests brushed together. That finger delved deeper, and Ken gasped, any stubbornness that he might have felt instantly dissolving into nothing when Justin crooked it just the right way and Ken felt a fingertip against his prostate.
Usually he would have had too much pride for it, but pride just didn’t seem to matter so much when it came to sensations like the ones that Ken knew Justin could give him. He groaned, helpless against the full, driving force of the desire, the pressure on that spot deep inside of him making him crazy.
“More,” Ken moaned, barely recognizing the sound of his own hoarse, eager voice. “More, Justin, baby, please.”
Even the fact that he was still so sensitive from the orgasm that he’d already had didn’t matter. Or maybe it was that it made it that much better. Ken knew he was putty in this man’s hands, and yet, somehow that felt okay.
“Can I have you?” Justin murmured, and Ken gazed into those intense eyes, which almost seemed to glow a hot, molten silver as Justin looked right back. Justin could seem so cold, but there was nothing cold about those eyes, or the finger so deep inside of Ken.
“Yeah,” Ken breathed. Funny thing was, on the occasions that he’d considered being with Justin, he’d sort of thought it would go the other way, and that it would be him asking for permission to take Justin, but this felt right, somehow.
Eagerly, Ken watched as Justin tugged his finger free of Ken, then grabbed a condom and a small bottle of lube. Justin opened the condom packet and rolled the sheath down onto himself, then coated himself liberally in lube until his cock glistened and shimmered in the low light.
“You don’t have to be gentle,” Ken assured him, and Justin shot him a quick grin which lit up his face in some very beautiful ways.
“Not sure I was planning on it, sweetheart,” Justin informed him, then gripped Ken’s legs, right behind his knees, and pushed them up out of the way so that Ken was open to Justin, vulnerable and sort of pinned down, despite the size difference between the two of them.
With a quick, sure movement, Justin pressed himself against the entrance to Ken’s body, the slippery tip of his dick rubbing between his cheeks, and then, in one smooth thrust, Justin pushed inside of him, at the same time pushing his tongue into Ken’s mouth, kissing him even as he took him.
And it was probably a good thing because otherwise, there was no way that Ken could have kept himself quiet. He moaned into that kiss, his body writhing, hips pushing up toward the stimulation. It had been too long since he’d felt like this, filled up until he wondered if he could even take anymore, completely and totally and intimately connected with another human being.
Justin was as good as his word. He wasn’t careful about it,and he wasn’t gentle. His tongue delved and plundered inside of Ken’s mouth, and his dick was at the perfect angle to shove deeply inside of Ken, each thrust rubbing right over his prostate as they rocked together in perfect rhythm.
There was usually some awkwardness, the first time. That was how Ken had always found it to be, anyway, but this just seemed to work, somehow. Ken could almost feel theclickbetween them, how effortless it all was, how easy, how their bodies seemed to fit together so perfectly.
It was like they were made for each other, and that was an experience that Ken had never had before. But then again, there were, or seemed to be, a lot of those experiences when it came to Justin.
Justin’s hand slipped between their bodies, which had grown slippery with sweat, and as they thrust together, as Justin slid deep over and over again, his hand settled around the fullness of Ken’s own cock. Any hint of pain that there had been, and there had never been much at all, faded away into nothingness with the sensations that Justin sent careening through Ken’s body.
Even after coming so hard just a few minutes ago, Ken found that he was getting worked up, faster than he would have expected. Justin seemed to know all of the right ways to move to drive Ken crazy, and he whimpered helplessly against Justin’s hot lips, seeking out more and more until it was all too much.
His cock twitched, and he spurted hot, pearly come all over Justin’s strong, deft hand. He felt Justin move inside of him, heard and felt the sounds and vibrations of Justin’s eager, desperate little moans as the older man spilled inside of him for the first time.
For a moment, it almost felt like Justin was claiming him, and maybe even giving of himself in return. It was probably something a lot different from that, but that’s how it felt, and Ken let himself bask in that for just a few moments.
The real world would intrude soon enough, and Ken wanted to enjoy this sense of connection, of oneness, for just a little bit. Not long, a few minutes. That would be enough.
He hoped.
