Chapter Twenty-Six #2
In the long stretch of silence that follows, I’m almost convinced that I’ve already fucked this up, and we’ve barely been dating for three hours. But then he’s pulling me forward and pressing his lips to my forehead.
“I don’t just say things I don’t mean,” he says, “which you’ll come to learn in time. And I don’t think you just say things without meaning them, either.”
That makes me blink.
He didn’t even question it. I would have.
If our roles had been reversed, I would have wondered if maybe he was just saying things because they sounded good or because he thought it was what I had wanted to hear.
But he didn’t jump to those conclusions, even if he would have had every right to think that way. I wouldn’t have blamed him if he did.
“You’re spiralling, sweetheart. I can see it on your face.” Kris’s words are caught somewhere between amusement and concern. “Talk to me, Benji.”
“I want us to be a couple so badly,” I blurt the confession, bypassing all the other rabble in my brain.
“And, like, some part of me knows that you wouldn’t have said all those things on the phone just to, like, get in my pants or whatever.
But then there’s this little voice that says nobody really wants that with me… ”
“And you listened to it.”
Which is exactly what I was afraid of happening, honestly. It’s exactly what I told Roberto I would work on, and at the very first chance to prove that I can do it, I failed.
“Yeah.” I hang my head. “I’m sorry. I’m still messed up.”
“You’re human, Benji.” Kris takes my hands in his and squeezes them. “And, look, we’re talking about it, aren’t we? Just like we said we would. That’s progress right there.”
“It’s not very sexy.”
“I disagree.” Looking up in surprise, I find him grinning lopsidedly. “I think communication is very sexy.”
With his voice dropping low and playful, some of the ‘bedroom mood’ comes back to life, along with my cock. Kris notices, because of course he does.
“So, we agree that we’re doing this dating thing seriously?” He checks in, sidling closer, his body heat intoxicating.
I nod before he even finishes speaking. “I want that, yeah.”
“Good, because I do, too. So I’m going to kiss you again now, if that’s alright with you.”
I barely manage another nod before his mouth is fused to mine again, and it’s like the last few minutes never happened. But, at the same time, I’m glad they did, because this feels even more intense and special now.
When Kristian’s hand wraps around my cock, I groan into his parted lips and relish in his answering chuckle.
“So…you want to try topping?”
I don’t hesitate this time. “Fuck, yes.”
Even though I want to savor every moment of what promises to be a new core memory, everything becomes a blur of kisses and touches and grinding and rolling around on the bed until I’m hovering between his spread thighs with a condom in hand and a bottle of lube sliding down the dip in the mattress to meet my knee.
“Take it at your pace, baby,” he urges, even though his rock-hard dick is saying otherwise, straining and curving against his soft belly. “I want to watch you exploring me.”
Propped up on his elbows, his darkened gaze sweeps down to where I’m currently rubbing slow circles over the rim of his exposed hole. I know what I like, so I figure I’ll give him the same kind of treatment.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he arches his back as I tease him, pushing down onto my fingers. “More, Benji. Now.”
My stomach flutters and my cock twitches with anticipation. Even if he’s bottoming, he’s still Daddy. Still dominant. Still taking charge here. I love it.
I love him.
The thought almost makes me tremble.
We haven’t even been officially dating for twenty-four hours yet!
But we have known each other for months.
We’ve been talking for months. Building a solid foundation for our relationship for months.
I don’t just love him as a Daddy or as a boyfriend, I love him as the good friend he has become over this time as well.
It’s all part and parcel of the same relationship in the end, isn’t it?
“You okay?” he asks when I hesitate for what is clearly a moment or two too long.
I promised to communicate honestly.
The thought makes my mouth dry. When I made that promise to myself and to Kris, it covered all the negative thought spirals and my fears of not being good enough, of being too bratty and too high maintenance.
I never thought it would cover any positive feelings that are equally scary to voice, but here we are.
Still, if I can’t be honest with him about this, too, then that also seems kind of silly.
So, I take a deep breath and smile at him. “I’ve never been better,” I reply. Then, before I lose my nerve, I add, “I love you, Kristian.”
It’s probably not the best time to make the confession, what with him spread-eagled on the bed and my lubed fingers circling his hole, but I want him to know it before I fuck him.
Before he shares yet another experience with me that happens to be a first for me.
I’ve already shared so many with him, and I hope to share many more.
Relief almost overwhelms me as Kris sits up and grabs my shoulders, pulling me in for a deep kiss. “I love you, too, Benji.” I almost eat his words, spoken as they are with our lips still smushed together. “Fuck, how’d I get so lucky?”
I nuzzle our noses together. “I think we’re both lucky to have found each other…but I’m the one who’s about to get really lucky.”
He gasps as I shove him back down onto the bed, taking up position between his legs again. As my finger breaches him, I groan. He feels so good around the digit, slippery from the lube, and warm and tight. A little silken, even.
“Oh god, Benji. That’s it. Good boy. Go deeper. Crook your—fuck!”
Kris’s back bows as I find his prostate and give it a couple of strokes with the tip of my finger.
“More,” he demands. “Give me more, baby. More fingers. I can take them.”
Any remaining worries that I’m not going to be good at this melt away as I do exactly what Kris tells me to, my dick getting increasingly harder the more he voices his pleasure.
I’m doing that, I think to myself with pride and awe. That’s all me.
It’s a powerful, heady feeling knowing that I’m in charge of his pleasure while he takes control as Daddy.
By the time his hole is stretched around three of my fingers, my cock is throbbing with the need to be buried deep inside him.
When I glance down at it, the head is a deep, almost angry red, glistening with precum.
Even though my right hand is busy, I reach for my dick with my left hand, desperate for touch of some kind. Any kind.
“No, Benji,” Kris’s tone is all Daddy; firm and way too coherent for a man with three fingers pumping in and out of his ass. Startled, I look at him with wide eyes and he smirks under that sexy beard. “That” —he juts his chin towards my dick— “is for me only.”
“Fuck,” I whine, “but I need—”
“Roll the condom on.”
I could weep from the relief of being able to touch myself even in that way. Especially knowing what the action signals.
Soon, I’ll be sliding inside him.
With how worked up I am, and with this being my first time, I’ll be lucky to last a minute fucking him. But it’s okay; I know he won’t care how long I last. Not when I can see his adoration written all over his face, despite the heat of what is happening right now.
“That’s enough.” Kris’s gaze is trained on my hand, gratuitously stroking my now-sheathed cock. “It’s on properly.”
It’s almost like he could read the excuse straight out of my mind.
He bucks his hips. “C’mon, sweetheart. Get inside me. Fuck me.”
I don’t need to be told twice. Practically scrambling to line up with his hole, my arms shake when I brace them on either side of his head.
“It’s okay,” he soothes, hands sweeping down my sides soothingly. “Take it slow. Get used to how tight I am around—oh, god, Benji.”
I allow myself a tiny moment of smug appreciation as he arches off the mattress again, thick fingers flexing onto the flesh of my hips. I’ve bottomed out, my balls nestled against his hairy ass, and the sensations are indescribable.
He’s just as warm and tight inside as I imagined, gripping my cock like a glove. Even through the latex, I can feel his channel contracting and relaxing again as he acclimates to the intrusion.
“You feel fucking perfect, baby,” he pants, smiling up at me with hooded eyes. They flutter shut when I experimentally move my hips. “Just like that, honey. Ohhh.”
It’s wild being on this side of sex. I can imagine things from his perspective right now, the feeling of being filled, of having something long and thick nudging that magic spot inside, the burn of the stretch and the sparks of bliss from that source of pressure slowly moving, all coalescing into one intense pleasurable feeling.
I’ve always enjoyed bottoming for all of the above and more.
Like feeling useful, feeling like I have something special to offer a partner.
Feeling like —for a few short minutes— we’re connected in a way unique to just us.
But this? Topping? It’s surprisingly just as intense.
I’m not feeling the burn or pressure of being stretched out, but instead I’m feeling the vise-like squeezing around my shaft and around the sensitive head.
The bursts of bliss are coming from bumping inside of him, from him clenching around me.
From his gasps and exclamations and encouragements.
That’s me, I think again, still awed. I’m giving this to him.
I feel just as useful like this. Just as special. Maybe even more so right now, because it’s not just some random guy begging me to go harder and faster and telling me how amazing my cock feels — it’s Kristian.
“You’re being so good for Daddy, sweetheart,” he all but growls as I pick up the pace at his instruction. “So fucking good, fucking me just the way I need. Doing what Daddy says. Oh, right there, baby. Right there.”