“Oh, Sir,” he panted. “Please, I need…”
I withdrew my hand. “Need what?” I asked, feigning innocence.
He lowered his hips and said something so quiet I couldn’t make it out, his eyes downturned.
“Hmm?”
“You,” he murmured. “Please, Sir.”
Joy warmed my chest that Jun felt safe to ask. ThatIwas what he wanted.
“You need something nice and thick?” I purred in his ear. “Need my cock?”
“Yes, Sir.”He leaned against me, as if for support. “Oh, please.”
I shivered and reined myself in, forcing myself to take it slow. “Lie down on your stomach.”
Jun lowered himself flat on the bed. With his head resting on his forearms, he looked back, watching me. My stomach did a flip at the innocent trust and anticipation written on his face.
I had been biding my time for this, knowing he was a novice and it might hurt a little. I wanted to pre-load his expectations with pure pleasure before asking him to endure a scrap of discomfort. But Jun enjoyed exploring his limits, and I had to admit I was the one who was hesitating, afraid one wrong step might chase him away.
“Put this under your hips.” I slid a pillow over to him, and he rested on top of it—an easy position for a newbie to relax. And hedidneed to relax. I could see the tension in his back muscles and shoulders. “You’re safe, babe,” I murmured close to his ear. “I’ll take my time.”
He nodded and exhaled a shuddering breath. I used more lube and slid my fingers back inside, stroking nice and easy.C’mon, baby, it’s okay. Open up for me.
When his muscles softened, I withdrew my fingers. Poised my tip against his entrance, and pushed. His sphincter tightened in protest, but the head of my cock popped inside, spreading him wide.
Jun gave a sharp, muffled cry, clutching the sheets as his body struggled to adapt. “Too much,” he grated. A whimper of helpless discomfort, even as the spasms of his twitching anus drove me wild.
“I’ve got you,” I murmured, holding my hips still. I grazed my teeth along the back of his shoulder and bit down the way he liked, hoping one pain could distract from the other.
His body relaxed its death grip a little, and I stirred my hips gently in place—light and easy, barely going any deeper. He sighed and clasped his fingers around my hand. I eased my way deeper with languid pulses, until I was fully inside, stroking the deepest parts of him.
“Oh!” he murmured, like he’d had a revelation. “Yeah.” He lowered his head, his body softening. “Like that.”
I could fully enjoy my pleasure at last—the satin slickness of his inner walls, the sweet friction of his hole milking my shaft.
“Good, babe,” I panted. “So good.”
I adjusted my angle until I found the spot that made him gasp, then bumped and rubbed right there. Coaxing out hidden pleasures until Jun was moaning and bucking beneath me.
I slid my hands around the front of his shoulders, holding him in place so I could ram him harder. He cried out in bliss, welcoming this new intensity.
Even inside him, I needed to get closer. “Flip over,” I panted.
I withdrew, and he turned onto his back, sliding the pillow under his head. When I searched his face for potential distress, I found only arousal and bright-eyed wonderment.
Jun put his hand behind one knee and lifted his leg in salacious invitation. Offering everything to me. I slid back inside, and his face crumpled with pained ecstasy. He gripped my shoulders, my back, clasping me with the fervor of a drowning man holding on to a life preserver.
I began a brighter pace, fucking him until he bounced on the end of my cock. His overwhelmed gasps shifted into cries of joy. I kissed the hollow under his jaw as his moans ascended into mindless urging:“yeah! yeah!”
He threw his head back, face contorted with urgent need—completely given over. Beautiful Jun. All mine, all mine. And he could have all of me.
His cock bobbed between us, and I caught it in my firm grip, roughly pumping it up and down. His breath quickened along with my stroking hand.
“Gonna come, gonna come!” he whimpered, brows furrowed.
“Yeah,” I growled. “Come for me, Jun.”