Page 123 of Resilience on Canvas

“Hello?” he teased.

“Right. Sorry.” Henry shook his head. He sank his fingers into the clear goo and scooped up a blob of it. Then he scooted closer on the mattress, and his eyes raked over every visible inch of Robert’s naked body, lingering on his favorite spots—his handsome face; his broad, hairy chest; the little trail stretching from hisbelly button to his pelvic region, the one that was like the Mother Road to the Promised Land; and, of course, his thick, hard cock.

Henry licked his lips, and Robert smirked up at him.

“You look like a wolf eyeing yer prey right now.”

Henry snorted. “Yeah, I kind of feel like one.”

Shuffling closer, Henry pressed his fingers to Robert’s hole for the first time. He was careful but not hesitant, first coating the pinkish-brown pucker itself and then slowly—ever so slowly—pushing in. When Henry’s finger passed the first knuckle, Robert sucked in a breath through his teeth. His stomach tumbling, Henry paused and glanced up to watch as he gave Robert a moment to become used to the sensation. Then he sunk the rest of his finger inside.

“Jeeeesus Christ,” Robert said.

“I know,” Henry said.

Testing to see if the spot he’d pressed on wasthespot, Henry retracted his finger slightly and then pushed back in.

“Fuck,” Robert hissed.

Henry smiled to himself. It must have been the right spot he was hitting, then.

“Hold on. I’ll make it even better,” he said before slipping a second finger inside.

Robert let out a long groan, and Henry’s cock twitched in response. Biting down on his bottom lip, Henry began moving his fingers in earnest. Back and forth. Back and forth. With every finger-thrust, Robert’s moans became louder and louder, and Henry’s cock started leaking onto the sheets. Holy heck, he was excited. Unable to wait any longer, he balanced the Vaseline tub between his bent thighs and scooped up some more of the lubricant with his left hand to coat his shaft. With the first pump of his fist, his eyes rolled back, the slick, warm wetness reminding him of what was to come.

“Good Lord,” he sighed. “I need you now, Robert. If you think yer ready.”

Robert’s eyes flickered up at him. He mumbled something incoherent before then managing a nod. Knowing that was the most permission he’d probably receive, Henry retracted his fingers, the motion coaxing forth a sweet little whimper from Robert’s lips. Affection bloomed in Henry’s chest, the warmth rippling outward and upward and everywhere all at once. Robert lifted his legs and settled his calves up on Henry’s shoulders as Henry lined up the pink head of his cock to Robert’s entrance. He paused to take in the enormity of the moment.

Goodness, what trust Robert had in him.

Robert nudged him with his foot.

“Come on, little wolf,” he said. “I want to feel some of that fire you have in you.”

Grinning, Henry said, “Alright, yeah, well, I, uhm, I want to show it to you.” Heart hammering from nervous excitement, Henry shifted his hips forward, pushing the head of his cock inside. Simultaneously, him and Robert sucked in a breath. The warm tightness now encircling Henry’s cock was so Goddamn exquisite, he nearly came on the spot. Robert reached for Henry’s hand and laced their fingers together, and a shiver of pleasure ran up Henry’s spine.

He shuddered. “God, I need a minute.”

“Me too,” Robert replied, giving Henry’s hand a firm squeeze.

After taking a couple of seconds to adjust to the newness of things, Henry pushed his hips forward, plunging the rest of his cock into Robert’s beautiful hole. Robert let out a moan, one that had the smallest hint of hurt to it, and Henry furrowed his brow in concern.

“Am I hurtin’ you?”

“Nah, I’m... fine,” Robert said, his voice tight. “It’s a new kind of feelin’, is all.”

“Alright, well, I’ll take it slow for a while anyway.”

Henry’s statement wasn’t followed by even a peep of protest, which told him that, yes, in fact Robertwashurting a little bit.

Carefully, Henry shifted his hips back, pulling his cock out halfway, and then he rolled his hips forward. Twice more, he repeated the motion, and, oh, Lord, every second of it felt so Goddamn incredible that it took real concentration to not surrender to what Henry could have only described as the near predatory need to fuck Robert as hard as he could.

Gently, Henry continued to roll his hips, and with each tender thrust, Henry’s worry over Robert’s comfort waned a little bit more. Robert had begun whispering obscenities and letting out low, needy-sounding moans.

Henry couldn’t hardly contain the lustful, feral need to take what he really wanted.

“Robert?” he said. “Can I thrust harder, you think?”

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