Page 96 of Advanced Chemistry

It was Fourth of July all over again because my vision lit up with fireworks when I entered him. I pushed through his tight ring of muscle slowly. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I had an animal need to bury myself deep in him, to be closer to him than we’d ever been after years of intense friendship.

“Seb, how are you feeling? You okay?” I smoothed a hand over his back.

“Uh huh,” he grunted out.

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna go slow.” I pulled out, then carefully made my way inside, every nerve ending catching fire again. “You feel so good. I love being inside you.”

“Want it so bad.”

“Are you grimacing?” I asked.

“No.”

“Chase, is he grimacing?”

“Yes.”

“Keep going. Please,” Sebastian pleaded. “I don’t want you to stop. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I leaned over and kissed Sebastian’s neck. Chase smoothed sweaty strands of hair from his face. We were here for him. We were in this together. This was going to be earth-shattering.

“You tell me if it starts to hurt,” I said. Sebastian had a habit of holding in his pain. He’d wrestled with a twisted ankle or gone on sales calls with a fever. “You don’t have to be brave here.”

He nodded, his body tense.

“This is my first time bottoming.”

“Seb.” His confession stole my heart. He had given me so much over the years. Now this. I dipped my face into the crease of his back, grateful for Sebastian coming into my life. “Baby, I won’t hurt you. I promise I won’t hurt you. Thank you for letting me be the first.”

“You’re doing great. You’re so beautiful,” Chase said, eyes beaming at him. He hugged Sebastian to his chest. It stole my heart.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

“No,” he answered, his voice strained.

“Because it looks like you want me to stop.”

Sebastian looked over his shoulder. “Are you calling me a quitter?”

There was that competitive grin that I saw on the treadmill and on the wrestling mat. Sebastian wasn’t someone who threw in the towel.

“Let’s do it,” Sebastian said.

“Okay, round two.” I coated my cock and his hole with more lube, then pressed ahead. With each thrust inside, Sebastian became more relaxed, pain turning to pleasure. He loosened the vice grip choked around himself. I watched my dick slide in and out of his hole, opening him up, connecting to him on an even deeper level.

Soon, he cried out in moans of lust, arching his back to give me better access. I pulled him to my chest, his pulse and heartbeat vibrating against my skin. He was lost in abandon, a completely unbridled, wanting Sebastian that never came out in good company. It was a special Seb that was all for me and Chase. Chase looked up at us with adoring eyes, taking in this beautiful scene and stroking Sebastian for even greater pleasure.

All those years of longing and pining brought us to this powerful moment. We would never be just friends again. We’d be something more special, some permanent.

“How you doing, Seb?” I asked.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop fucking me,” he begged, his mouth struggling to form words. “Please, Anton…”

I wrapped my hand around his cock. He coiled under my touch, his body tense as I felt what was coming. He cried out as he came, a yearslong release which landed all over Chase.

I wiped off a streak from Chase’s glasses and tasted it.

Sebastian couldn’t say anything. He could barely breathe. I held him upright as I pulled out of his pink, stretched hole. He collapsed into Chase’s waiting arms.

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