Page 75 of Dirty Air
Fritz obliges immediately.
“Very good.” Henry reaches forward and adjusts Fritz’s hands until they’re lower. He then walks Fritz’s legs backwards by the hips until he’s at a right angle and leaning into the window for support. “Stay here.”
Suddenly, he’s gone.
Fritz tries to look for a reflection, tries to figure out where Henry is, what he’s doing. He can’t—the wall of lights on the other side of the glass is far too illuminated. It excites him,not knowing what’s next, but he still strains his ears for any clue.
A couple of thumps. The clink of a belt buckle and the slide of leather. Collapsing fabric, keys hitting the ground. Soft footsteps. A bottle cap popping open.
The glass is cold against Fritz’s palms, and it fogs as he exhales a shaky breath. He’s so exposed, not just from behind, with his hole on display, but also from the front, where it feels like the entire world is watching. His dick twitches and another glob of precum drips to the ground.
“So patient for me,” Henry coos. His fingers trail a light line down Fritz’s back, pushing when he reaches halfway down, forcing Fritz to arch further. He cups the globes of his ass again, massaging him. Teasing him.
Fritz whines and pushes himself back, but Henry’s grip is rock solid.
“Eager little thing.” His hands disappear for a split moment, but one returns to grasp an asscheek and pull it aside.
A finger circles Fritz’s rim, wetting it. Henry’s fingers are much thicker than his, much larger than what he’s used to being stretched by.
“Relax for me, Fritz.”
He does, but it’s still a surprise when the blunt tip of Henry’s thick digit breaches him. “Fuck,” he gasps. “You are huge.”
“Would you like to stop?” Henry retracts his finger, but Fritz pushes back, following it.
“No! No, just… slowly? I have not done this for a long time.”
“I can go slower.” Henry rubs the base of Fritz’s spine in a comforting way. “If it’s still too much, let me know.”
His finger is even wetter when it returns and circles Fritz’s rim, lube soaking the entrance. Henry’s finger dips in just a tease, then circles again. Tease, then circling. It drives Fritz crazy. Circle, circle, tease.
“More.”
Henry pushes in to the first knuckle before he pulls and circles again.
The light touches around his hole, another hand massaging his ass, the cold of the window—everything is too much but not enough. “More,please!”
Henry works him up to a full finger, then two. Scissors them until he can fit three. Fritz is shaking by the time Henry has decided it’s enough, a puddle of precum dampening the hotel carpet underneath him.
“Ready?” The blunt head of Henry’s condom-wrapped dick catches on the tight rim as he lines himself up.
Fritz nods, his face hidden in his shoulder. “Ready.”
When Henry pushes into him, he’s achingly slow.
“A-ahhh!”
Fritz knew Henry’s cock was big, but even with prep, the stretch is almost overwhelming. He arches his back further and tries to relax, but Henry is far bigger than anything he’s taken before.
“You’re so tight,” Henry breathes, heat settling on Fritz’s skin. His hands are steel where they’re braced on Fritz’s hips, but his lips are light when he leaves a trail of kisses on his shoulder. “So beautiful. So good for me. You can take it, can’t you?”
Fritz whimpers, but nods as Henry plunges further, impaling him. Henry is strong and steady as Fritz’s body struggles to accommodate him, but every inch fills him further and further until he is bursting at the seams.
When Henry bottoms out, when Fritz’s ass is flush against his body, he exhales a shaky breath. “Are you alright?”
Fritz nods quickly. He doesn’t have to ask for a moment, Henry holds himself still as the smaller man adjusts to the intrusion.
Once he starts to feel antsy, Fritz says, “You can move now.”
