Chapter Two #3
Tor made nice sounds when Pel squeezed his ass or slipped down to fondle his balls, which were nicely on display from this position.
“That’s lovely,” Tor told him, voice thicker than normal.
Pel did it a few more times for good measure, but when he realized that he might be drawing this out to avoid what he needed to do next, he made himself move his hands and carefully reveal Tor’s hole. It looked… awfully small.
He blew out a breath.
“Do you need more oil on your fingers?” Tor asked.
Pel looked down like he’d never seen his hands before. Tor was right. The wrong parts of the man’s ass were now covered in oil. The skin looked even more appealing glistening in the glow of Tor’s magic lights, but Pel might need to rethink the order of things the next time he did this.
He reached out for the little bottle, but Tor snagged him and tugged him in for a kiss until Pel felt some of the tension ease out of him—tension he hadn’t even realized he was holding.
“You’re doing great,” Tor assured him.
Pel liked it when Tor touched his ass, he reminded himself. Tor was clearly trying to make him feel good about this, but it didn’t mean it was untrue. Pel didn’t like to be coddled… but that didn’t mean he couldn’t take support.
“Thanks,” he said softly.
He poured more oil onto his fingers, getting the bottle hopelessly oily and barely managing not to drop it. Using his left hand to press Tor’s cheeks apart, he rubbed his right index finger along Tor’s puckered flesh. It flexed, and Pel watched a shiver go through Tor.
“All right?” Pel asked, circling the flesh and watching the way it quivered.
He definitely liked how responsive Tor was like this.
“Fine,” Tor agreed.
His voice was a bit rough, a faint edge of strain in it. Pel paused.
“Actually fine?” he asked. “Or wishing I’d stop?”
Tor pushed back against him. “Wishing you’d stop teasing me, actually.”
Oh. Pel nearly laughed. He hadn’t meant to tease. He sucked in a deep breath.
“Here goes nothing.”
“Because that sentence really inspires confidence,” Tor said with a huff.
Pel laughed and pressed the tip of his finger carefully against Tor’s hole, applying a slow, steady pressure. It was a weird feeling as it gave, and Pel’s finger was suddenly partway inside Tor.
A breath punched out of Tor, and Pel froze. It was… warm and constrictive, and it was Pel’s turn to shiver as he thought of what that would feel like around his cock.
“How does that feel?” Pel asked.
“A little weird, to be honest. Not bad,” Tor hastened to assure him. “Just weird.”
That seemed accurate and honest.
“Ready for more?”
“Yes.”
Pel continued to press forward carefully until his finger was fully buried inside Tor, surrounded by the warmth of the man’s body.
“In and out a few times,” Tor reminded him.
Right. Pel carefully pulled his finger nearly out and then plunged it into Tor’s channel again. Tor groaned.
“Yeah, like that.”
So Pel did it a few more times.
Tor’s voice was noticeably more breathless as he said, “Now another finger. Work them in together. Go slow.”
Pel did as instructed and heard Tor’s breath hitch as Pel breached him. Tor’s muscles clamped down on his fingers, and Pel froze.
“It’s fine,” Tor said, voice a bit tight.
Pel leaned in and kissed the globe of Tor’s ass, his left hand stroking the smooth skin. Gradually, he felt Tor relax around him, his muscles going lax.
“Keep going,” Tor said.
Pel obeyed, moving at a glacial pace until his fingers were as far inside Tor as they could get. He carefully pumped his fingers in and out, feeling the constriction of the tight ring of muscles.
“Scissor your fingers,” Tor told him, voice low.
Pel obeyed, carefully stretching and rubbing against Tor’s entrance, delighting in every murmur of pleasure that Tor made.
Finally, he suggested, “Third finger?”
“Yup.”
Using supreme caution, Pel worked in a third finger, ready now for Tor to tense up a bit, prepared to wait until he relaxed again. He wiggled and stretched and moved his three fingers in and out over and over again as Tor’s hips began to move restlessly and he pushed back against Pel.
“What do you think?” Pel finally asked.
Tor’s voice was thick with desire. “I think you better get in me already.”
This surprised a laugh out of Pel, and he withdrew his fingers. “All right.”
He grabbed the bottle of oil and poured more into his hand so that he could coat his cock. He’d been so focused on Tor that he somehow hadn’t thought about his own body, but he was hard and aching.
Stroking himself with his oily palm, he sucked in a sharp breath and had to think some unpleasant thoughts to ensure he didn’t embarrass himself. He lined up the head of his cock with Tor’s hole, now pink and shiny.
“Ready?” he asked carefully.
“Just go slowly,” Tor told him. “And what are you remembering?”
For a second, Pel had no idea what the other man was talking about… and then he remembered.
No wonder Tor had stressed the importance of this.
“No babies. All my magic in me.”
His magic was always inside him, but Pel concentrated for a moment on thinking about it being buried deep in his core. He was about to be connected with Tor in a way he’d never been connected to anyone before—but not with his magic.
And then, ever so slowly, he pushed forward.
It turned out that while using his fingers had hopefully prepped Tor, it hadn’t prepared Pel at all for the feeling of his cock inside the other man.
He made himself pause once the head of his cock was engulfed in Tor’s heat, because Tor had frozen again.
Pel stroked a hand down his spine and waited for Tor’s muscles to unbunch.
“All right?” he asked.
“Fine.”
The word was… short.
“Is that an actual fine, or an ‘I don’t want to tell you that you’ve already made a complete mess of this’ fine?” Pel asked.
Tor let out a laugh that was a little shaky. “Actually fine. But I, uh, appreciate the slow and steady pace.”
“Of course,” Pel agreed.
He inched his way forward as slowly and carefully as he could, trying not to think about the perfect heat around his cock and instead watching as Tor’s body loosened and relaxed beneath his. Finally, Pel was fully seated, buried as deeply inside of Tor as it was possible to get.
Pel blew out a breath.
“Wow. Does it always feel like this much of an ordeal?”
Tor snorted a laugh. “I’m not sure ‘ordeal’ is the word I’d prefer under the circumstances.”
“A really pleasant ordeal that makes me feel like I’m going to explode at any moment?” Pel tried.
“That’s better.”
Pel could hear him smiling, though he’d dropped to his elbows, so Pel could mostly just see the slope of his back and the back of his head.
“Ready for more?” Pel asked.
“I sure am.”
Pel drew another couple of breaths, concentrating on the fact that if he came immediately, he would be forever humiliated. He eased back in a glorious slide until just the head of his cock was still inside Tor, and then he pushed forward once more, making Tor moan.
“All right?”
“Yes.” His voice sounded a little bit wrecked, and Pel loved that he’d been the one to do that. “You can move faster.”
Pel tried again, gripping Tor’s hips for balance and moving faster this time, trying not to get totally lost in the sensations. It was all heat, constriction, and the feeling of the other man flexing and moving beneath him, reacting to what Pel was doing. And that reminded him—
“Does this work for you?” Pel wanted to know. “I mean, is it going to make you come?”
It felt absolutely glorious to Pel, but what Tor was feeling had to be totally different.
“It can,” Tor answered.
“What do I need to do to make sure you come?” Pel wanted to know.
Can was definitely not good enough.
“There are, as always, options.” He didn’t sound quite as calm in lecture mode as he usually did, breath hitching as Pel moved.
“Tell me.”
“You can use your hand or get me to use my hand.”
That made logical sense, he supposed, but—“Is that it?”
Tor let out a huff of laughter. “Why do you sound disappointed? I thought you liked hands.”
Pel rolled his eyes even as he pressed back inside Tor, loving the way that Tor’s body cradled him, like they were made to fit together. “You know I like them very much. I just thought… I mean, I’d like to make you come from what’s going to make me come. I guess that sounds silly.”
“Not at all,” Tor countered. “But do keep in mind that everything we do together is part of what’s going to make us come.”
Pel… supposed that was true. He certainly didn’t object to Tor playing with his nipples as well as his cock. And kisses were integral to the whole experience.
“However,” Tor said, and Pel perked up immediately. The other man twisted a little so that he could grin at Pel. “There’s also a way to stimulate me directly with what you’re doing, but it involves finding a sweet spot that can be elusive.”
“Tell me more,” Pel said eagerly.
“You need to angle your thrusts. If you find the spot you’re looking for, you’ll know immediately.”
“That seems really vague,” Pel said, trying to adjust his hips.
He frowned. What sort of an angle did the other man mean? How much variation could there possibly be?
“You’ll get it if it happens,” Tor responded, back rippling as he shrugged. “You also might not find it, which is perfectly fine. Gives us some fun for the future.”
Pel appreciated the reassurance, but he wanted to find it now. He did his best to vary his motions, ignoring his own pleasure as he tried to concentrate on small adjustments that might matter to Tor. He couldn’t imagine what difference it would—
Tor sucked in a sharp breath, and his entire body shuddered.
Oh. Oh.
Pel tried again and evidently missed, but the next thrust after that, he got a bitten off exhalation and a moan.
“So, that’s your sweet spot, huh?” Pel sounded way too satisfied, but he couldn’t suppress it.
“It sure is.”
Tor sounded utterly wrecked, and Pel felt a bit like he’d suddenly become Extraordinary. He couldn’t seem to hit the sweet spot every single time, but he found it as often as not, and Tor’s increasingly desperate sounds were music to Pel’s ears.
His own pleasure was fizzing through his whole body, bigger and brighter than anything he’d ever felt before, but he was desperately clinging to control because he wanted Tor to come first.
He managed three consecutive thrusts where he nailed Tor’s sweet spot, and Tor’s entire body went still for a frozen instant, and then he shuddered and gasped out Pel’s name.
His muscles clamped down around Pel, and with two uncoordinated thrusts, Pel was coming too, spilling inside the man, shaking with exertion and triumph and pleasure.
And then Pel realized he’d half-collapsed on top of Tor, who was slumped against the bed.
“Sorry about that,” Pel said, sitting up properly.
“Not at all,” Tor told him, sounding totally blissful. “That was wonderful.”
Pel couldn’t help but grin. He eased out, and Tor winced. Pel’s stomach dropped.
“Are you all right?” he demanded. “Did I hurt you?”
“It’s all right,” Tor assured him immediately, twisting to face him. He half sat up, reaching out a hand to squeeze his arm. His eyes were bright and intent. “Post orgasm, we tend to feel a bit sensitive and notice the size of a cock, that’s all. It’s so worth it for what comes before, I promise.”
“If you’re sure,” Pel said uncertainly, stomach still a little queasy.
He couldn’t bear the idea of hurting Tor.
Tor flopped onto his back and tugged at Pel so that he fell down on top of him.
“I’m so sure. It was fabulous, and I’d do it again a hundred times. A thousand! Are you listening to me?”
Pel sagged against him. “Yes, I’m listening. Sorry. Again. I don’t mean to be so… needy.”
Tor rolled his eyes but kissed him with a softness that was a reassurance in and of itself.
“No one is going to complain about you being solicitous of your partner and wanting to know how it went. I meant it when I said it was fabulous.” He gave a rueful grin.
“I’ll confess to my shame that my first time, not only did I not succeed in making the other person come before I did, I…
sort of forgot they were supposed to come at all.
You succeeded in making it wonderful for both of us—unless you didn’t enjoy it. ”
Pel scoffed. “Of course I enjoyed it. It was amazing!”
Tor grinned at him. “Don’t you forget it.”
Quietly, Pel confessed, “I don’t ever want to hurt you.”
“A tiny bit of discomfort, that’s all,” Tor said easily. “If you decide that you’re going to let me do that at some point, you’ll see for yourself. So worth it for the pleasure of the whole experience.”
Pel settled more firmly against the other man. “I’m glad.”
After a moment, Tor confessed, “But I’m in the wet spot.”
Pel couldn’t help but laugh. “Oops. Come on, you’d better show me how to do a polite and thoughtful cleanup.”
It was straightforward enough, really, though Pel found himself staring quite a bit at the pink and puffy hole that he was carefully wiping clean.
Tor grinned at him over his shoulder once more.
“It can be a bit tender and sore, but most people consider that a nice reminder of the fun they just had. Oh, and some people prefer to do the cleanup themselves. So it’s good to check in with your partner, like you did.
Obviously, I want to get your hands over me as often as possible. ”
Pel couldn’t help but smile. “Obviously.”
Once they were both clean, they moved to a dryer area of the bed and curled up once more.
“So you’d like to do that again?” Pel blurted out, just in case.
“Most definitely,” Tor answered, smiling softly at him. “I mean, not right this instant, because I’m a bit sore and there’s no way that I could get hard again right now, but—”
Pel laughed, and Tor kissed him, and it was everything that Pel had ever wanted.