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He writhes underneath me as I explore, never having been in an ass before. This is a first for me.

Simon is my first for so many things, an awakening of my senses.

“Don’t need this,” he moans. “Just fuck me.”

But I don’t listen to him, adding a second finger and twisting my wrist until he’s arching up, his cock spurting precum.

“No. I want to take my time.”

“Oh god.”

I lean forward and kiss him, my fingers slowly fucking into him, rubbing over the small bump inside of his ass. His mouth opens as he cries out, and I fuck my tongue into it, driving him crazy. I know he’s envisioning that my tongue is my cock, that what my fingers are doing to him is what my dick would do to his sensitive hole.

But I won’t give it to him yet. I don’t want this to be fast and then over. I want to drag it out. To show him how good it can be. With me.

And this is a bit of a punishment too, for leaving me hanging, for trying to forget me.

I won’t let him forget this.

A third finger presses into him and Simon’s nails dig into my skin, nearly bruising it. His eyes snap open and he stares into me.

“You are so fucking hot,” I murmur and then thrust my fingers in, making Simon’s back arch off the bed, gasps leaving his worn throat.

“No. No. You. You’re beautiful,” Simon says as he fucks back on my hand, trying to get off with just my fingers. But fuck that. No way in hell is that happening.

I quickly pull my hand away and lean down, sucking his cock into my mouth, making Simon cry out, his fingers threading through my hair as I bob my head up and down his length. Fuck, I missed this. I missed his dick.

“It’s never…it’s never been this good,” he admits and my heart grows ten sizes too big as I take him into the back of my throat.

Damn right it hasn’t, I think as I pop off of him and then insert my fingers back into him, undoing him thrust by thrust. He’s mindless with it and I fucking preen. Who knew I was a gay sex god?

Seems I am.

My mouth finds his again as I drive him as close to the edge as I can with my fingers before pulling out of him and sucking his cock once more. I do this again and again until Simon is nearly sobbing with need.

“Wesley.Please.”

The way he begs nearly has me crumbling. My eyes take in his wet gaze, his flushed cheeks, and I decide that it’s enough.

I’m enough.

Slotting my cock at his hole, I push in.

I don’t even have to go slow, his ass just sucks me in, taking every inch of me until I’m balls deep.

Simon’s eyes are wide, his lips parted as we just stare at each other, our bodies joined almost impossibly.

Finally. Fucking finally.

This feels so right. I feel like I’ve finally come home.

“Fuck me, please,” he whispers, and I lean down and lick away a tear that’s fallen from his eye before arching my hips back and crashing into him. He grunts at the force of it, his body sliding up the bed. He reaches back and presses against the wall, grounding himself as I pummel his ass. The slick of the lube squelching between us, the sound of my hips hitting his ass, the moans we’re both making. Feral. Uncontrolled.

I’m not going to last. His ass is too fucking tight.

And I’m bare.

Oh fuck, I think as I ram into him over and over, his hole taking me gladly until he cries out and clenches around the length of me, coming untouched across his chest. The sight of it, the sensation of his hole strangling my dick makes me explode, filling him up with so much cum, I swear his belly almost becomes distended from it.

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