Page 18 of A Very Gay Halloween
I pull my fingers out, and Cooper whimpers at the loss. The condom wrapper might as well be made of steel for how much my slick, shaking hands can manage it. I tear at the foil with my teeth, finally getting it open, and the latex nearly slips from my fingers twice before I get it rolled on.
Cooper watches over his shoulder, and there's pure hunger in his expression. His pupils are blown so wide I can barely see the color of his eyes, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.
I slick myself with more lube, coating every inch until my cock glistens in the dim light. Cooper spreads his legs wider, arching his back, and the view nearly brings me to my knees.
His hole is pink, edges swollen from my fingers, glistening with lube, and I watch it clench around nothing. He's so fucking gorgeous like this—wrecked and desperate and offering himself to me like some kind of gift.
"You sure about this?" I ask, because this feels like jumping off a cliff with no idea what's at the bottom.
He turns to look at me over his shoulder. "If you ask me one more time, I'm going to turn around and fuck you instead."
"Noted."
I line up my cock with his hole, the head pressing against that tight ring of muscle. We both go very still. The difference between my fingers and my cock is significant, and the rational part of my brain wonders how the hell this is supposed to work.
But then Cooper pushes back slightly, and my cockhead breaches with intensity that makes us both gasp.
Holy fucking shit.
The sensation is unlike anything I've ever experienced. Heat and pressure and tightness that makes my vision blur. Cooper's body grips me like a fist, so tight I can barely breathe, and I have to dig my fingers into his hips to keep from shoving forward and splitting him in half.
He’s making these small, breathless sounds, his shoulders shaking. Sweat beads on his skin despite the basement's chill, and I can see the muscles in his back trembling with effort.
"You okay?" My voice comes out strangled.
"Keep going," he grits out through clenched teeth.
I push deeper, and it's like his body is fighting me every inch of the way. The resistance is incredible, almost overwhelming, but Cooper keeps pushing back, taking more of me inside him.
Halfway in, I have to stop. My legs are shaking, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to pass out if I don't catch my breath.
"More," he pants. "Give me more."
"I don't want to hurt—"
"You won't. Just... fuck, August, I need all of you."
The raw desperation in his voice undoes me. I grip his hips tighter and push forward until I'm buried completely inside him, my hips flush against his ass.
We both freeze, breathing hard. The sensation is so intense it borders on painful—for both of us, I think. Cooper's body is stretched tight around my cock, and I can feel every pulse, every flutter, every tiny adjustment as he accommodates my size.
"Jesus Christ," I breathe, because I can't form any more coherent thoughts.
Cooper's head hangs between his arms, and I can see his chest heaving with effort. His hole clenches around me sporadically, sending shockwaves through my nervous system.
"Move," he pleads after what feels like hours. "Please fucking move."
"Give me a second—"
"I don't want a second. I want you to fuck me like you mean it."
The raw need in his voice snaps the last thread of my self-control. I pull back slowly, watching my cock emerge from his body, slick and glistening. Just when the head is about to slip out, I thrust forward again.
Cooper cries out, a sound that's pleasure laced with something that might be relief. His back arches beautifully, and he pushes back to meet my next thrust.
"Yes," he hisses. "Like that. Fuck, just like that."
I establish a rhythm—slow, deep thrusts that have Cooper making these desperate little sounds with every stroke. The drag of his body against my cock is incredible, tight and hot and slick. Every nerve ending in my dick is firing at once, sending pleasure coursing through my entire body.
