Glitter

Chapter Seven

Henry

I’d just had sex with Blue.

The man I’d been lusting over for almost a year was currently in my home, we’d got each other off, and he’d voluntarily followed me back to my bedroom.

Had I died and gone to heaven?

Immediately behind us, a typical Sir Cattus thump was enough to break me free from my almost overwhelming thoughts. I stood to the side of my bedroom door and motioned for Blue to follow me.

With an enigmatic smile, he ventured in, stopping just clear of the door to allow me to close it and stop Sir Cattus from bothering us. Well, at least until the morning when Sir Cattus would sit on the other side of the door and yowl like he was being murdered even though he had all the food and water he could possibly need.

I stepped up behind Blue, nosing at the spot where his neck met his shoulder, and wrapped my hands around his waist to play with the lower buttons on his shirt. “I feel like you might be a tad overdressed.”

A low chuckle reverberated through him as his head fell back and to the side before the chuckle morphed into a sigh. His hands held mine, not moving them away from him, rather drawing me closer to him from behind. “You might be right.”

I was getting the distinct impression that Blue was a snuggle slut, which amplified the protective feelings I had towards him. Had my angel been starved of physical affection in the past? If he needed it, there wouldn’t be a force in the world that could hold me back from giving him what he needed.

It had been years since my last relationship had fallen apart. I desperately missed caring for someone. I missed holding them close to me while we spent time together either reading or watching TV, missed helping them sort out any problems that they might be facing, missed the peace that descended only when you were spending time with the one you loved.

It was far too early to determine whether Blue would be suited to what previous partners had called my suffocating protective urges , but I had a hope that he would see what those others couldn’t—all I wanted was to make sure those that I cared for were loved and looked after. That sentiment had fallen flat with them, but there was something about Blue that made me feel like he might be the exception, like he wanted to be worshipped and adored.

I nuzzled him some more, breathing him in until my lungs felt full to bursting with whatever scent he favored. There was a hint of lemon that still lingered, fighting the remnants of the tomato and spice from both lasagnas that we’d eaten earlier. I wondered what he would smell like in the morning, pleased beyond imagining that I would get the chance to find out.

Dragging my fingers up his torso only to hear a soft exhale, I hesitantly broached the subject that tended to put off every single one of my previous partners. “I know that I probably don’t look it, but I’m vers.”

Blue tensed for a fraction of a second before he melted against me. “Oh, thank fuck.”

I pressed my surprised grin at his exclamation into his shoulder as utter relief swept through me.

“I’m vers too, but everyone always assumes I bottom exclusively,” he said, gently grazing his fingers against mine. “Don’t get me wrong, I love a good dicking down, but there’s something to be said for occasionally being the one who’s doing the dicking.”

I pressed a kiss against his shoulder. “I have the opposite problem. Everyone always assumes I top because I’m built like this.”

He pulled away from me just enough to turn around in my arms before draping his arms around my neck. “I like the way you’re built. And if you want me to fuck you tonight, I’m more than happy to. Or you could fuck me. As long as we fuck.” His hands dropped to my ass and playfully gripped my cheeks. Leaning down to run his nose against the edge of my ear, he whispered, “It’s your turn to tell me what you want, pocket bear, but I really want one of us to be inside the other within the next half hour.”

I shuddered, not only at his words, but at the molten heat enveloping me. “Flip fuck?”

A low growl rumbled through him, and he nipped my earlobe. “I like the way you think.” He hauled me closer and ground his groin against mine. Our cocks were still mostly out of our pants and were rapidly thickening against each other again. “You want to go first?”

Shaking my head, my fingers danced up his torso, undoing every button they came across before I eased his shirt off his shoulders. “I want to feel your thick, gorgeous cock stretch me after I’ve already come.”

The very idea of him entering me while I was still blissed out from coming inside him made my head spin and my cock throb, already impatient to get started. The added benefit, I hoped, was that I’d be so relaxed from coming that I’d have an easier time of stretching myself. It’d been over a decade since I’d last bottomed, and though I missed it more than anyone knew, a small part of me was anxious that I’d be too tight to let Blue inside me. Coming first would give me the best chance at relaxing enough to take him.

He moaned and covered my lips with his in a scorching kiss that made my toes curl. “That can certainly be arranged.”

We traded sloppy kisses as I shuffled Blue backwards until his legs collided with the edge of my bed, our hands groping each other wherever we could reach. I dipped my hands underneath his pants to slide them down his slim legs, only to realize that he had the daintiest pair of black lace panties on that I’d ever felt, let alone seen.

The material hadn’t registered with me earlier, but the fragile embroidery felt so delicate underneath my fingertips that I pulled back to look down, even though every instinct roared at me to tear them apart.

Blue must have felt my hesitation as he stiffened against me and leaned back as far as he could with the edge of the bed behind him, trying to separate us even further. “Yes, I like to wear lace,” he said with a hint of steel entering his voice. “Is that a problem?”

“Oh, God no.” My eyes widened and immediately rose to search for his, even as my fingertips reached out, eager to trace the floral edging. “I didn’t want to damage them, that’s all.” I breathed a little easier when the tension in his shoulders eased, and my avid attention returned to the flimsy material, even though I was saddened to see that his cock had lost a lot of its excitement from only moments ago. “In fact…” I dropped to my knees in front of him, my mouth already salivating at the thought of getting up close and personal with the black lace sitting snugly against his skin. “Can I…?”

Hesitantly, he nodded, watching me carefully as I traced the scalloped edges close to the top of his thighs with my fingertips. Random flowers and leaves flowed around his legs, with white dots providing contrast to the otherwise all black design. His half-hard cock was still peeking through the manufactured opening, and I longed to see what he looked like with everything tucked away where it should be.

His breath hitched when I carefully slipped his cock back in the pouch, my knuckles softly caressing his shaft through the material, making it twitch. My fingers traced the designs until I could lay my palms gently against each side, my thumbs gliding up and down the lace.

“So beautiful,” I murmured, my eyes drowsily lifting to meet his. “So perfect.”

Blue slowly dragged his bottom lip along his teeth, nerves obviously still plaguing him. The sight of his tongue darting out to lick his lips lit a fire inside me enough for me to lean forward and mouth at his cock through the lace, my eyes never leaving his. A low moan rocked through him as his hands drifted to my head. “Oh, God…”

“Let me take care of you,” I pulled back just enough to say, repeating my words from earlier, each one filled with such longing and desire for the man in front of me. I wondered if he could hear how hard my heart was thumping from the want of him.

Biting his lip, he nodded, his eyes half lidded. One hand moved down my face to cup my jaw, his thumb running through my beard, making me close my eyes briefly at the tender feel of his caress. The other stayed on my head, letting me lean into his touch, reveling in the trust he was showing me.

The more I nosed and mouthed at his cock, the harder he became, but he resisted applying any pressure on my head to guide me, instead letting me run the show. My fingers grasped at his sides, rhythmically clenching then releasing, careful not to damage the lace beneath them.

I whined when I felt his hands leave my head, and I pulled back to cast a beseeching look his way, wanting to know what I’d done wrong.

Shaking his head, Blue chuckled to himself and pointedly looked down at his hands, where his thumbs had tucked into each side of his waistband, before he gave a little wiggle and slowly pushed his lace panties down his legs.

With each inch that he revealed, I wanted him more; I wanted to be inside of him more. He was this perfect balance of fragility and steely determination that set my soul on fire with need. Softness and hardness competing at all times, always keeping me guessing. Once he’d pushed his panties down to mid-thigh, I took over, carefully sliding them down his silken legs, past his knees until I tapped at each ankle to request that he lift each foot. Once he was clear, I brought his panties to my nose, scrunching them loosely in my palms to inhale his scent, my eyelids falling closed unbidden.

“Holy fuck, Henry.” Blue’s voice was pure gravel, his previous hesitation long gone. “You like that? You really like my lace?”

“Mm,” I hummed happily, my nose still huffing at the slip of material in my hands. His scent, mixed with the feel of such delicate material, was overwhelming to me.

His hands found their way back to my head, cupping my jaw to lift my face so he could see my expression better. “Oh, God, you really do, don’t you?”

The look of wonder on his face as I nodded rapidly was a joy to behold. Oh, how I wanted nothing more than to do whatever I could to keep that look on his face forever.

“Come here, pocket bear,” he murmured, guiding me up.

Holding his panties tight to my closed mouth so I could continue to inhale his delicious scent, I rose to my feet, careful not to drop them unceremoniously on the floor. They were too delicate for that. They needed to be looked after, just like Blue himself.

The corner of his lips turned up; his amusement clear to see. “Now you’re the one wearing too many clothes.”

I jolted when I realized he was right. Although he was standing gloriously naked in front of me, I still had on my ratty t-shirt and boxers. My attention had been so caught up with his lingerie that it never occurred to me I should have been getting undressed as well.

Any awkwardness I felt was short-lived, though, as he drew me to him, his fingers dancing along the ragged hem of my t-shirt. He kept his twinkling eyes on mine as he slowly but carefully lifted it up my torso, forcing me to lift my arms in the air so he could remove it. I kept hold of his panties until he dropped my t-shirt on the floor, then gently opened my hand to retrieve them. My eyes followed them as he dropped them on top of my t-shirt, a stab of disappointment darting through me at the casual way he’d discarded the precious material.

Blue chuckled. “Don’t worry. They’re not going anywhere. You can get them back after you fuck me.”

My eyes lifted to his as I groaned with longing, which only increased his amusement. The feel of his fingers stroking through the hair on my chest quickly distracted me, though. He dragged his nails down the center of my torso, following the fuzzy trail down to where it disappeared beneath the waistband of my boxers.

He sat down on the end of my bed, widening his knees so he could move me in between them. Bending forward to nose at my hairy stomach, he groaned slightly. Not knowing where else to put my hands, I rested them on his shoulders, leaning over slightly to get closer to him any way that I could. Before I knew what was happening, he’d dragged my boxers past my knees and let go, allowing gravity to take over so he could return his wandering fingers to my nipples.

Blue nosed my belly button before tilting his head back to look up at me, his chin resting against my skin. “Where’s your lube, pocket bear?”

My mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Instead of struggling to speak, I motioned towards the bedside table to my right.

“Condoms too?”

Swallowing around my dry mouth, I nodded.

Blue hummed happily. He scrambled backwards, drawing me up onto the bed with him. I crawled after him, happy to follow him anywhere.

He rolled over to search through the drawers, making a triumphant noise when he found what he was looking for. The sight of his round ass flooded my mouth with saliva, quickly remedying the dryness I’d been suffering only moments before.

I wanted my tongue there.

Grabbing onto his ass cheeks, I squeezed and massaged them, my thumbs digging in deep.

“Oh, God…” Blue stilled beneath me, moaning as he hung his head, the supplies still in his hand.

“Mm, no,” I growled, finally breaking my silence before I dove in. “Not God.” My hands separating his cheeks gave me my first peek at his tiny hole. It appeared to be just as delicate as his panties. Hunger filled me, enough to force me to rush forward and lick a stripe along his crack, twirling my tongue around his tight opening.

“Oh, fuck!” he whined as he bucked back towards me. Not wanting to let him go, I moved with him as he released the supplies and got his knees under him to present to me and feel more comfortable. His fingers gripped at the duvet, bunching them in his hands while he moaned and rocked with every swipe of my tongue.

The taste of him was incomparable to anything I’d ever had before. I hungrily licked and lapped at his rim, softening him up as best I could until I could spear my tongue into him, reveling in the stream of curse words falling from Blue’s lips as I devoured him.

Once more, I moved with him as he shifted beneath me until I felt him tapping the bottle of lube against my hand.

“I need you to hurry up and stretch me, pocket bear,” he moaned as he resettled, his face turned to the side to watch me as much as he could. “I need you inside me. Need you now .”

Considering I was in complete agreement with him, I made quick work of opening the bottle and pouring far too much on my hand. With as much care as I could manage, I plunged a single finger into his hole, once, twice, three times, watching and listening to his reactions to make sure he was okay with what I was doing.

Pure pleasure echoed the otherwise quiet room as he took my finger with ease.

“More, Henry. More .”

Who was I to argue? He knew his body and what he could take far better than I did, but I hoped I would be given the chance to learn through repeated lessons. On the next thrust in, I added a second finger, earning a low groan and a snugger fit.

“That’s it, pocket bear. That’s it…”

I rubbed and scissored my fingers, stretching him as best I could. It felt like I was rushing his prep, but the sounds he was making made me second guess that assessment. I needed to trust him. When I finally grazed his prostate, he reacted beautifully, falling forward for a single second, then bouncing back onto my fingers, urging me on.

“Okay, enough stretching,” he wheezed, thrusting back with every second word. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”

I honestly didn’t think he was stretched enough, but again, I had to follow his lead. I had to trust that he knew what he was doing. Maybe he liked the burn.

Glancing around the bed for the condoms, I leaned down to wipe my hands on the duvet. It was going to get drenched in come soon anyway, so any excess lube wasn’t going to be an issue. Finally, I found what I was looking for and tore into the packet. I slid the condom down my cock, groaning at how close to coming I already was. “I’m not going to last long, angel.”

“Good.” He huffed a laugh. “Neither am I, and I need to be inside you when I come.”

I circled the base of my dick hard at his words. They were definitely not helping in getting me to last. At this rate, I was going to explode as soon as I breached his inner muscle. I prayed to whatever god that was listening that that wouldn’t happen.

After pouring an obscene amount of lube onto my sheathed cock, I leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his spine as I dragged the head of my cock up, down, and around his rim. Every movement made my dick catch, effectively teasing us both.

“Come on, pocket bear,” Blue grumbled, bracing himself on his arms to thrust back. “Stop teasing me. Fill me—”

His words morphed into a long, low whine when I finally entered him. I’d barely breached him before I had to stop to give myself a chance to recover. His hole was the hottest, tightest hole I’d ever had the absolute pleasure of pushing my cock in, and I knew he’d already ruined me for anyone else. God damn.

I breathed hard before retreating ever so slightly, then thrusting slowly forward. Again and again I rocked, gently pressing my cock into him. Once he’d become used to my size and the tempo I was keeping, he began thrusting back onto me, forcing me ever deeper until I was balls deep, my thighs rubbing up against his cheeks.

We both took a moment to relax, and he reached his right hand back to grip my thigh, not letting me move from my position yet.

I leaned over him, trailing kisses up his spine until my front pressed flat against his back. My arm snaked around his chest as I pulled back then thrust slowly. Once, then twice, until he shuddered under me, letting me know I’d found his prostate. I burrowed my forehead against his back as I searched for his nipple, tweaking it at the same time as I thrust in hard.

At the sound of Blue’s babbled curses, I grinned then nipped at his back as my movements got quicker and quicker, harder and harder.

“ Fuck! ” Blue yelped as he collapsed under me, taking me down with him when his arms could no longer hold both of us up as I continued to fuck into him again and again. The bed rocked violently under us, the bedhead rhythmically bouncing off the wall. “Come, pocket bear! Come for me. I can’t hold on for much longer. Please! ”

The sound of his begging took my body by surprise, and before I knew it, my pace stuttered and my whole body tensed against his until I rocked into him one last time and roared, holding him close as my cock thickened and pulsed again and again and again , obeying his order to come without question.

I collapsed onto him, my body twitching against his as the aftershocks ran through me. Just as my body relaxed, Blue wriggled under me, trying to push me off him. The movement woke me out of my lingering orgasm haze, and I rolled off him onto my back, suddenly remembering that we weren’t quite done yet.

Blue still needed to fuck me.

Limp as a rag-doll, I lay there catching my breath as I watched Blue find a condom, put it on, then douse himself and his fingers with lube, panting the entire time.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to last long,” he said, smirking at me when he realized I was watching him. “You fucked me too damn well, pocket bear.”

A wide smile spread across my face as I shook my head slowly. “Just get in me, angel. Need to feel you inside me.”

Somehow, while Blue moved one of my legs up to my chest to gain access to my hole, my hands made their way to remove the impossibly full condom still on my softening cock, tying it off then dropping it to the side of the bed to deal with later.

He stretched me quickly, my plan of coming first in order to relax my body enough for my hole to be stretched working perfectly. Even though he rushed the prep, he could get three fingers into me before I started feeling any discomfort.

“Do it, angel. I’m ready.”

He nodded then knee walked into position, pushing both of my knees up to my chest. Trying to help, I held onto the backs of my knees as best as I could, but I was wiped. Blue seemed to recognize that, keeping hold of me as he guided his cock to my hole and slowly pushed in.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I groaned as I squeezed my eyes shut, the stretch of him entering me a delicious feeling I hadn’t felt in far too many years but had missed beyond measure.

He paused, his fingers gripping oh so tight into my thighs. “You okay, pocket bear?”

“Mm… Don’t stop, angel.” The concern in his voice broke me and I felt my eyes fill up with tears from the overwhelming emotion of being filled for the first time in literally years. “It’s just been so long…”

“Shh…” he murmured, letting one knee go so he could caress my cheek. “I’ve got you.” He took a deep breath and thrust slowly forward, back and forth, back and forth until there was no more room for him to move any further. He took a moment to lean down, his arms forcing me to fold nearly in half as he got into a new position. Settling himself on top of me, he swept his lips over mine before nuzzling my nose with his, not stopping until I opened my eyes. “Hi, pocket bear.”

“Hi, angel.” A tear broke free from my eye, cascading down to my ear as I stared up at him.

“How are you doing?”

My heart swelled at the tension that was filling his voice. It was obvious that he was desperate to move, but he was taking a moment to check in with me, to see if I was still with him. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been cared for like this. “More than good, angel.” I lifted my head to chase his lips for a kiss I badly needed.

He kissed me briefly before pulling back to cast a critical eye over me to make sure I was telling the truth.

“I promise, angel.” I let go of one of my knees and cupped his cheek, my smile deepening when he leaned into it. “Take me apart. Fuck me, hard and fast.”

His eyes closed as he leaned even further into my hand, and then he began to move.

Two slow thrusts to get his bearings, and then he did exactly as requested, fucking into me hard. With every slap of our skin echoing in the room, the tension ramped up between us.

I threaded my hands down to his ass, gripping his cheeks, forcing him deeper into me with every thrust. I swore loudly when he tagged my prostate, and it was like I’d unleashed a monster the way his movements became even more aggressive.

A low growl rumbled between us as he pushed himself harder and harder, faster and faster, angling his movements in just the right spot to hit my p-spot dead on with every fuck in.

His panting joined mine until there was no difference between the way we were both falling apart. “Oh, Jesus. I can’t hold on.” He shook his head once before letting his forehead drop. “I can’t…”

“Do it, angel.” I tilted my head back as my jaw dropped open, amazed when I felt my cock getting hard again. The friction of his torso against it must have caused a reaction that I was never expecting. There was no way I was going to get hard enough to come again so soon after I’d blown only minutes prior, especially when it was obvious Blue was so close. But I couldn’t deny that the knowledge that I could come again if given enough time and effort was incredibly welcome. “Come for me. Come in me.”

That was all it took—three tiny words for his movements to stall and for his body to tense up. He buried his head into my throat and pushed into me one last time before he howled into my neck, his hands scrabbling at my shoulders to keep me as close as possible while he came.

I gripped his ass as I felt his body flinch repeatedly, every little thrust accompanied by a moan that got quieter with each release of tension. Blue collapsed entirely onto me, his body weight welcome as he blanketed me. As his aftershocks trickled away to nothing, I slowly drew my hands up his back, lightly scratching with my dull fingernails.

He mumbled incoherently into my neck as he burrowed in further, a soft sigh emerging when I didn’t pull away. Instead, I pressed my lips to the top of his head, wincing slightly when his softening cock slipped out of my hole. If he wanted to snuggle for a few moments, I was more than okay with that.

When his breathing evened out, I gently eased him off me so I could get us cleaned up. He snuffled a little when I removed his condom, but thankfully he didn’t wake up. I dumped both condoms into the trash in the ensuite then grabbed a damp cloth to wipe us both down.

Once Blue was as clean as I could get him, I tidied up the bed, dumping the lube back into the bedside table and maneuvering him under the covers. Just like he’d done only a few short hours ago, he mumbled to himself before rolling over and snuggling into the duvet, drawing his knees up as he got comfortable.

I climbed into bed behind him and wound an arm around his torso, drawing him gently back into me. He let out an adorable sigh as he relaxed, his body unwinding from the tense ball he’d coiled himself into. His fingers gripped my arm, holding me even closer to him.

“Mm… My pocket bear…” he mumbled, before his breaths evened out again, getting deeper with every passing second.

Still trying to figure out why he called me pocket bear , I nuzzled into the base of his neck, gently kissing his back once before I matched my breathing with his and lost myself to dreamland.