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When Jake finally reached back down between their bodies and took hold of his cock—oh hell, the slick warmth of it, how easily Toby slid in his fist, was as mind-blowing as when Jake took him in his mouth.
Jake murmured the whole time, voice steady and deep in his ear: “Wanna make you feel good like this all the time, Toby—you know that?You trust me?”
Toby gasped, “Yes, yes,” and came, cock tightening and shooting in Jake’s steady grip, coating both their stomachs.
Jake jacked him through it, a little slower, kissing him easy and light with shallow darts of tongue that left Toby stretching up for more.Just as his heartbeat started to slow, Jake released him, reaching around with both hands to palm and squeeze his ass.That felt good, too, just like every time Jake had done it before, and Toby moaned gutturally, thrusting up against Jake despite still reeling from his orgasm. He could feel Jake’s hard cock between them, and he started to reach for it, but Jake kissed him again and let go of his ass to push Toby’s hand back to the bed.
“No, no.I’ll come when I want.This is about you, tiger.”
Jake resumed kneading his ass, squeezing in and spreading out his cheeks, until Toby was writhing and whimpering for what he didn’t know. Then Jake slipped his fingertips in between,there. Toby hadn’t thought there was a functioning neuron left in his brain, but that was enough for him to freeze with a sharp inhale.
Jake didn’t pull away, but he didn’t push any further either. He kept his fingertip on Toby’s hole, light but there, as he kissed him, slow and sweet and deep, until Toby could breathe again. “This okay, Toby?Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” he said, because it didn’t even hurt yet, and he wasstill determined.He was prepared.
Jake still didn’t push any deeper, but kissed and sucked a path down Toby’s jaw and neck, to his collarbone, making him squirm a little again. Jake’s left hand moved to Toby’s balls, gently rolling them, not like he was trying to get Toby off, rather just to distract him.
Toby felt very distracted. “I like that,” he told Jake, breathily. He was supposed to be talking, not that he could always remember to with Jake doingthat.
“Good.”Jake lifted his head enough to look Toby in the eye. “You still trust me?”
“Yes,” Toby said, and meant it with all his being.
Jake brought his face back close to Toby’s, and whispered, “Breathe when I tell you, okay?Out—”Toby did, emptying his lungs in one long shaky exhale, focusing on nothing but how Jake hadhim, every point of contact that grounded him in this moment. No past nightmares.
“And in,” Jake said.
This time, as Toby drew in a breath, he felt Jake’s slick fingertip breaching the tight ring of muscle.His inhale turned into a gasp, but only of surprise—whatever he had expected, it was nothing likethis. Jake had lifted his head high enough to watch his face, eyes sharp and close, not missing a thing.
“It’s okay,” Toby managed. “It’s all right, it doesn’t—this doesn’t hurt.It’s...”Weird, he almost said, but there was something else to it, too, something that made him wantmore. “I can’t tell until you go farther,” he said at last, and Jake’s sharp, watchful expression relaxed into a smile.
“Breathe in,” Jake said, and pushed further, another inch.
“Oh,” Toby gasped again. His nerves were reeling, and his brain couldn’t quite comprehend hownot badthis was. Totally different, a peculiar intrusion making it hard to think, but nothing, nothing like he had expected or dreaded. “Jake,” he gasped, unable to find the words, but Jake heard the plea behind it.His smile broadened, hinting at a smirk, and he began to pump his finger gently—not moving any farther in or out, just rocking back and forth, letting Toby feel.
Toby grabbed Jake’s shoulders, squeezing tight. “Yes, Jake, yes—ohGod, it feels good, I like it, I do I do I didn’t know—” His words were garbled, but he couldn’t find a way to tell Jake what this was, how much he didn’t want him to stop. How much he wantedmore—no, wait, he could manage that one. “More, more, more,” and Jake sucked in a breath of his own, eyelids fluttering, and he pushed his finger indeep, so Toby could feel the whole length of it inside him.
Toby had no idea what he said after that, but it was enough for Jake to slide a second finger in. Toby could feel bothin him, filling him and stretching him, Jakeinside him, oh God. He wanted nothing but this forever.His cock curved tight over his stomach, and Jake continued the steady slide back and forth, in and out, his own face flushed and the most gorgeous thing Toby had ever seen.
Jake said huskily: “Yeah, Toby, you like that, like how my fingers feel in you. Love seeing you like this, so fucking beautiful. You ready now?Ready?”And Jake curled his fingers inside Toby, right there at the deepest point, and Toby’s vision went white.
He thought there could be no more intense pleasure than coming under Jake’s hand, mouth, or voice. He was wrong.When Jake’s fingers pressed that spot, Toby’s body convulsed with the blaze of sensation that shot throughout: the breathless, gasping eternity of release.
Conscious thought and voluntary motor function returned barely in time to hear Jake’s soft curse and feel him come beside him while Toby struggled to control his breathing and focus after that wash of euphoria.
“Easy, Toby,” said Jake’s voice in his ear, warm and fucked-out. “Easy, take some slow, deep breaths.” Jake rested one hand over Toby’s chest, then reached across the table to snag a water bottle and bring it to Toby’s lips. Toby swallowed, more liquid pouring over his mouth than actually entering it. Laughing, Jake leaned down and kissed him.
When they came up for air, Toby laughed shakily. “Oh my God,” he said with the next breath he drew.
“You were fuckingamazing,” Jake told him. “Just perfect, and so hot. I’m so fucking lucky to have you.”
Toby laughed a little more wildly, as he still did every time Jake said that.Jake shifted, turning onto his side, and with a jolt Toby realized Jake’s fingers werestillin him. Mouth falling open, Toby stared at him for a minute before he was able to speak. “What?—”
Jake smirked. Leaning close to Toby, he whispered, “Withdrawal’s one of the most important parts. Wanted you to be awake for it.” He slowly drew out both fingers.
Toby let out a half-groan, half-gasp at the ache left behind. It throbbed, not painfully, but a reminder of what was no longer filling him. “Fuck. Jake?”
Jake kissed him. “Yeah?”
