Page 17 of A Very Gay Halloween
"I'm being thorough."
"Uh-huh."
But he doesn't push. Just waits while I work up the courage to actually touch him.
When I finally reach out, my hands go to his ass instead of where they're supposed to go. His cheeks are firm and perfect, and I spend longer than necessary spreading lube over every inch of skin, mapping the contours with my palms.
He lets me explore, but I can see the tension building in his shoulders. Finally, he chuckles. "That's nice and all, but I think you're stalling."
Caught. I take a breath that doesn't quite fill my lungs and press the tip of my index finger to his hole.
The skin here is different, soft and puckered. I circle around it, getting him slick, trying to work up the nerve to actually breach him.
Cooper's breathing has changed. Deeper now, more controlled, like he's concentrating.
I press forward, and the tip of my finger disappears inside him.
Cooper's whole body goes tense for a second, and I freeze, sure I've done something wrong. But then he lets out this low, guttural sound that shoots straight to my cock.
"More," he says, and his voice is strained.
I push deeper, slowly, until I'm buried to the second knuckle. The heat around my finger is incredible, and the way Cooper's body grips me makes my head spin.
He's so fucking tight. How is my cock ever going to fit?
The thought makes me groan, and Cooper pushes his hips back, taking my finger deeper.
"Jesus," I breathe.
"Keep going."
I start moving, pulling out and pushing back in, marveling at the way his body yields to me. Cooper's breathing turns ragged, and those little sounds he was making get louder.
After a few minutes, his muscles start to relax around my finger. I add a second one, and Cooper's head drops forward against the wall.
"Fuck, yes."
The stretch looks intense, but Cooper's pushing back against my fingers like he wants more. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, pre-come dripping steadily onto the basement floor.
I crook my fingers, searching, and suddenly his entire body jerks.
"There." The word is barely recognizable. "Fuck, right there."
I've found his prostate. I know because Cooper goes absolutely wild when I press against it again, his back arching and his legs spreading wider.
"What is that?" I ask, because the reaction is so intense it's almost alarming.
"Don't care. Do it again."
So I do. Over and over, until Cooper's making these desperate sounds that echo off the stone walls. His hole is loose around my fingers now, but still snug enough that I can't imagine fitting anything bigger inside.
"I'm ready," he pants. "I need your cock inside me now."
The words hit me like a blow. My cock throbs so fucking bad I have to grip the base to keep from coming right here, right now.
"Fuck—"
"Now. Before I lose my fucking mind."
