Epilogue #2
Dustin settled beside him, propped on one elbow, and poured the lube onto his fingers. “Stay on your back,” he said. “I want to see you.”
Greg nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
Dustin kissed him, a long kiss, his tongue slow and deep. His hand traced down Greg's stomach, over the curve of his hip, between his legs. Greg spread his thighs to give him better access.
Dustin's finger circled his entrance, teasing the sensitive skin, and Greg tensed involuntarily.
“Relax,” Dustin murmured against his mouth. “Just breathe.”
Greg took a deep breath and felt Dustin's finger press inside him. It was strange at first — a new kind of invasion, uncomfortable, too much.
He forced himself to relax, to breathe, and Dustin's finger slid deeper, moving in him in a way that was both foreign and undeniably intimate. Dustin's mouth left his to trail kisses down his neck, his collarbone, while his finger worked in and out, the lube easing the way.
“Good,” Dustin whispered against his skin. “You're doing so good, Greg.”
A second finger joined the first, and the stretch increased, a burn that had Greg gasping. Dustin's free hand found his cock, stroking him slowly, a distraction from the discomfort, a counterpoint of pleasure.
“Is this okay?” Dustin asked.
“Yes,” Greg said, his voice rough. “Don't stop.”
Dustin didn't stop. His fingers moved in a scissoring motion, stretching Greg open, finding a spot inside him that made his entire body clench with sudden, intense pleasure.
“There,” Dustin said, his voice low and satisfied. He pressed against that spot again, and Greg arched off the bed, his hands grabbing at Dustin's shoulders.
“Dustin—”
“Right there, huh?” Dustin's hand on Greg's cock picked up speed, matching the rhythm of his fingers inside. “You're so tight. You feel amazing.”
Greg could only make incoherent sounds in response, his mind dissolving under the dual sensations. The burn had faded into something else, something that made him want more, made him want Dustin inside him in a way he'd never wanted anything before.
“Dustin, please,” he gasped.
Dustin withdrew his fingers carefully, leaving Greg feeling suddenly empty. He looked down at himself. “I should probably take these out.”
“Take out what?” It was difficult for Greg to form a complete thought, but he realized suddenly that Dustin was talking about the piercings on his cock. Which was... “No,” he said. Dustin wasn't Dustin without those.
Dustin gave him a look. “It would only take a few seconds.”
“I don't want them out.”
Dustin hesitated. “It's your first time. This may be too much.”
Greg reached for him, his hand wrapping around Dustin's cock, feeling the metal of the piercings against his palm. “I want you just like this,” he said. “Please, Dustin.”
Dustin's eyes darkened. “Fuck,” he said again, and then he was moving between Greg's legs, pushing his thighs wider apart. He poured more lube into his hand and slicked himself up, his eyes never leaving Greg's face.
“This is going to be intense,” he warned, positioning himself at Greg's entrance. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
Greg nodded, his hands gripping the sheets. He felt the blunt head of Dustin's cock pressing against him, felt the first piercing, cold and insistent. There was pressure, then a burning stretch as Dustin pushed inside, inch by careful inch.
Greg's breath caught. It was more than the fingers had prepared him for — Dustin was thicker, the piercings adding an edge of sensation that had him teetering between pleasure and pain.
He forced himself to relax, to breathe through it, and felt Dustin pause halfway inside, giving him time to adjust.
“Okay?” Dustin asked, his voice strained.
“Yeah.” Greg wrapped his legs around Dustin's waist, pulling him closer. “Don't stop.”
Dustin groaned and thrust forward, burying himself fully inside Greg. The feeling was overwhelming — the fullness, the stretch, the metal of the piercings pressing against sensitive inner walls. Greg's hands scrabbled at Dustin's back, his body adjusting to the invasion.
He did not know how to catalogue these sensations. His brain didn't have words for them.
Dustin held still, his forehead pressed against Greg's shoulder, his breathing ragged. “You feel so good,” he whispered. “So fucking good.”
Greg couldn't respond. He was too focused on the sensation of Dustin inside him, on the feeling of being so completely enveloped. After a moment, he shifted experimentally, and the movement sent a jolt of pleasure through him.
“Oh,” he gasped.
Dustin lifted his head, his eyes meeting Greg's with an intensity that made Greg's breath catch. “Yeah?”
Greg nodded, unable to form words. Dustin started to move, pulling out slightly before pushing back in, setting a slow, careful rhythm. Each thrust sent a wave of sensation through Greg's body, the piercings creating a unique friction that had him gasping with every stroke.
The discomfort faded quickly, replaced by a deep, building pleasure. Dustin's hips found an angle that hit that spot inside Greg again and again, each thrust making him see stars. He felt his orgasm building rapidly, a coil tightening in his lower body.
“Dustin,” he panted, “I'm — I can't—”
“Let go,” Dustin urged, his voice rough. “I've got you.”
Greg came with a cry, his body clenching around Dustin, waves of pleasure washing over him. Dustin groaned, his movements becoming more frantic, his control slipping. A few more thrusts and he followed, his body tensing as he emptied himself inside Greg.
For a moment, they stayed joined, breathing heavily, the aftershocks rippling through them. Then Dustin carefully withdrew, collapsing beside Greg on the bed.
Greg turned his head to look at him. Dustin's eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Greg reached out to touch his face, tracing the line of his jaw with gentle fingers.
Dustin opened his eyes and smiled, a lazy, satisfied smile. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” Greg replied. He felt... different. Full, in a way he hadn't expected. Sated, in a way that went beyond the physical.
“So,” Dustin said. “How does the real thing compare to the articles?”
Greg shook his head. “I don't think articles can accurately describe this.”
“Yeah,” Dustin agreed. “I don't think so either. By the way, tell Valerie that our sex life is none of her business. And also…”
“Also?”
Dustin grinned. “Thank her for asking.”
“That's contradictory!”
“All the best things in life are,” Dustin said easily.
“Not true,” Greg insisted.
“Oh?”
“You're the best thing in my life, and that makes complete sense and is not contradictory at all.”
Dustin blinked, and then he laughed and pulled Greg against himself. “I love you too.”
Greg closed his eyes and smiled, satisfied that things did, in fact, make perfect sense.