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But if he didn’t, he knew Poe would respect that, and they’d still have an incredible sex life.
When he stopped blowing him, and then back up his chest, he stared into Gamble’s eyes.
“How many times can you cum for me?” he asked.
It was funny since he’d asked him that earlier today before he had his fun.
Now, it was Poe’s turn.
“I’m a bottomless pit of cum for you. If I’m hard, I’m cumming,” he admitted.
That was good.
“Then, let’s have some fun,” he said, kissing him again, as he writhed against his body, getting Gamble all worked up.
He was hungrily kissing him back, as if he wanted to climb into his body by way of his mouth. It was clear he wasn’t afraid of crossing that last barrier into being gay.
They both moaned as that pleasure overtook them. It was when Poe broke the kiss that he stared into Gamble’s eyes.
“Are you sure?” he asked, knowing he’d understand exactly what he was asking him.
He nodded.
“I want to know what that feels like with you. I want to share that part of me with you, Poe. It’s all I can give you that no one else has ever had.”
He took his face in his hands and stared into his beautiful eyes.
“No one has had your heart like I do. That’s more than enough. If you can’t do this, then don’t do it. I won’t love you any less. I’ll love you more for being honest with me.”
Gamble trusted him.
“Don’t hurt me,” he said. “That’s all I ask.”
Honestly, Poe didn’t think he meant the physical pain that came with that first entrance into his ass. He was pretty sure he was talking about his heart.
“I’ll die before hurting you.”
And that was the truth.
Gamble gave him permission.
“Then, show me.”
It looked like Poe was going to have the best moment of his life, and hopefully, he could give Gamble enough pleasure that this would be something he thought about for years to come.
Or just every time they came.
Grabbing the bath oil from the ledge, he poured it on his hands. Then, stroked his dick, getting himself all slicked up.
“Bend over the edge of the tub,” he said, needing him in position on his knees.
Gamble did as he asked, and he looked back over his shoulder as Poe poured more oil on his fingers.
“If you want me to stop, just tell me,” he admitted. “This is for your pleasure, not just mine. I want your first time to be memorable, and in a good way.”
Gamble had absolute trust. With Poe, he was the kind of person who put someone’s heart first. There was no way he’d be brutal during this first for Gamble.
Call it a hunch.
