Page 34 of Fated Wings
“Besides the part where you’re taking forever? Fantastic.”
Pressure increased. One finger breached him, sliding in with less resistance than expected. The intrusion felt strange but not painful, just…different. Full in a way that made his cock twitch with interest.
“Breathe.” Vaughn’s free hand stroked his thigh. “Just breathe through it.”
Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one with fingers in unprecedented places. But Newt tried, pulling air into his lungs as that finger worked deeper, exploring territory that had definitely never seen visitors.
A second finger joined the first. The stretch burned slightly, muscles protesting the unfamiliar invasion. Newt shifted, trying to find a comfortable angle, and suddenly stars exploded behind his eyelids.
“Holy fuzzy! What was that?”
“That would be your prostate.” Vaughn crooked his fingers again, hitting the same spot with unerring accuracy.
Pleasure crashed through him, electric and overwhelming. His cock jerked, leaking steadily as Vaughn found that spot again and again. Each press sent lightning up his spine, whiting out rational thought.
“Can’t…too much…” Words fragmented as a third finger joined the others, stretching him wider.
“You can.” Vaughn’s mouth found his hip, biting down just hard enough to ground him. “Doing so well.”
The praise shouldn’t have affected Newt, but warmth bloomed in his chest alongside the physical pleasure. He bore down on those fingers, chasing the sensation despite the burn. His body opened for his mate, accepting the intrusion, welcoming it.
“Think you’re ready.” Vaughn withdrew his fingers, leaving Newt empty and wanting.
“Think? You think?” Newt glared up at him. “After all that, you’re not sure?”
“Want to be thorough.” But Vaughn was already slicking himself, hand moving over his cock in long strokes that made Newt’s mouth water.
“Any more thorough and I’ll combust.” He spread his legs wider in blatant invitation. “Come on already.”
Vaughn settled between his thighs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against Newt’s entrance. Even prepared, the size difference sent a flutter of concern through his stomach. This was happening. Actually happening. His virginity's last moments, and he was spending them panicking about logistics.
The first push stole his breath. Pressure built as Vaughn pressed forward, stretching him impossibly wide. Not pain exactly, but intensity that bordered on too much. His fingers dug into Vaughn’s shoulders, short nails leaving crescents in tanned skin.
“Breathe,” Vaughn reminded him, holding frustratingly still. “Need you to relax.”
“Relaxing would be easier if you weren’t impaling me with a battering ram.”
“Dramatic.” But Vaughn’s hand found his cock, stroking slowly. “Focus on this.”
The dual sensation scrambled Newt’s circuits. Pleasure from the stroking warred with the overwhelming fullness as Vaughn sank deeper. Inch by careful inch, until hip met hip and Newt felt split open in the best possible way.
“Fuck.” The profanity escaped without permission. “That’s. You’re. Very present.”
“Present?” Vaughn’s laugh sounded strained. “That’s one way to put it.”
They stayed frozen for long moments, Newt adjusting to the invasion while Vaughn clearly fought for control. Sweat beaded on his mate’s forehead, muscles trembling with the effort of stillness.
Experimentally, Newt shifted his hips. The movement sent Vaughn’s cock dragging against that spot inside, and his vision whited out briefly.
“Do that again,” Newt demanded.
Vaughn pulled back slowly, then pushed forward. The slide felt easier this time, friction eased by lube and Newt’s body accepting the intrusion. Another thrust, angle perfect, and pleasure sparked through him like touching a live wire.
“Better?” Vaughn’s voice had gone rough, control fraying at the edges.
“Getting there.” Newt wrapped his legs around Vaughn’s waist, pulling him deeper. “Maybe faster would help.”
“Faster.” The word came out half-laugh, half-growl. “If you say so.”
