Warning- this next chapter contains gay sex and possibly a few feels. Enjoy!
(P.S - there is part of chapter 49 in here because it made the scene flow better)
I sat up and moved towards the edge of the bed as he made his way towards me, and I sat so he was stood between my legs. He ran a hand through my hair, tilting my head back so he could kiss me. He tasted of toothpaste, clean and fresh, and I groaned when his tongue entered my mouth.
“You make noised like and I won’t stop,” he said against my lips.
“What if I don’t want you to stop?” I asked, and he pulled away to look at me.
“Are you saying...”
“Yes,” I replied, without a trace of doubt.
“You sure?”
“Completely.”
With that his mouth returned to mine and this time we didn’t have to worry about taking things to far. This time, we were taking thing as far as they could go.
He mouth devoured mine, and he slowly brought me to my feet. His lips travelled along my jaw and down my neck as his hands travelled up my check. He pulled back and looked me straight in the eye, our noses barely touching, as he slowly pulled down my zip. He pushed my hoodie down and discarded it on the floor, where his clothes would soon be joining it.
He combed his fingers through my hair, holding my face close to his.
“You can tell me to stop at anytime,” he said.
“I know. I trust you.”
He pulled my face to meet his lips and kissed me. He kissed me with lust, with passion, but most importantly; with love.
“I love you,” he said breathlessly, as he planted kisses just below my ear.
I took his face in my hands and turned his head to face me, so I was looking into his eyes.
“I love you,” I said back, “and I trust you.”
He smiled and gave me soft, delicate kiss on the lips.
“Then let’s get those clothes off then, shall we?”
Dylan’s mouth returned to my neck while his hands searched for the edge of my t shirt, and when he found it he pulled back away from my neck and swiftly pulled it over my head. He rested his hands on my shoulders and slowly trailed them down my chest, over my abdomen and to the top of my sweats.
My breathing was heavy, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. His eyes followed the movement of his hands, taking me in and admiring every bit of me. Dylan looked up and caught me watching him; he blushed slightly and grinned at me.
“I could stare at you all day,” he said breathlessly.
“I wouldn’t stop you from doing a little touching too,” I added, and he laughed.
I reached towards him and lifted up his shirt. Dylan’s skin was pail and flawless, apart from a few light scars that marked his skin. I could tell that Dylan was nervous, as was I, and trying to take this slow was proving quite a challenge.
“What are you most nervous about?” I asked him as I leaned forward and kissed his neck. His breath caught as I started to suck; I wanted to leave my mark on his pale skin, one with more fond memories than some of the others.
“I’m scared of hurting you,” he said, his hands slipping into my sweats and boxers to cup my ass. “I’m scared of doing things you don’t want.”
Satisfied with the blemish now forming on his neck, I kissed my way down to his collar bone and along his shoulder.
“You won’t hurt me,” I said against his skin, “and I want you. I want you in any way I can get.”
I left his shoulder and returned to his mouth, pressing my lips against his, entering his mouth with my tongue. I knew that Dylan was scared that he’d do something I wouldn’t like, that he would make me change my mind. Luckily, I knew how to reassure him; that was by taking charge and making the first move.
I removed my mouth from his, biting his bottom lip. He groaned and squeezed my ass, pulling me closer against him. I could feel his erection through the thin fabric of his boxers, no doubt matching mine.
I kissed his chin, his Adam’s apple, his chest. I flicked each of his nipples with my tongue, making him moan, before continuing further south. I let my tongue trail down his abdomen to the edge of his boxers. I kissed along the seam while my hands travelled up the back of his thighs, under his boxers. I got down onto my knees.
Going slow wasn’t so bad when you were giving it.
I let my nose trail up his inner thigh, my breath teasing his erection.
“Alec,” groaned Dylan, weaving his fingers through my hair. I slowly pulled his boxers down, the back first, leaving his erection covered for as long as possible. He hissed at the friction when I pulled them fully off.
“Someone’s happy to see me,” I said, replaying the first time he had given me a blow job. Back then I had been nervous and confused about my feelings. Now I know that I love this man, and I also know exactly what to do with my mouth.
“Fuck you,” he replied, grinning with his eyes screwed shut.
“Wouldn’t you like to?” I threw back. This time, Dylan opened his eyes and looked down at me, and his grip tightened slightly on my hair.
“Yes, I would,” he replied.
I was overwhelmed by the intensity of his stare, and I knew that this, this would not be ‘just sex’.
With his gaze still on me, I leaned forward and licked the head of his cock. I was prepared for the taste this time and didn’t hesitate to take him fully into my mouth.
“Oh God,” moaned Dylan.
I sucked him slowly, listening to the sound of his breathing. When it began to increase I pulled away and looked up at him, saying words I never thought would leave my mouth.
“I want you to come inside me.”
Dylan nodded before helping me to my feet and pushing me down onto the bed. Slowly, he removed my sweats, then my boxers and threw them onto the floor. Here I was, fully naked in front of Dylan Lewis and I didn’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed.
“You trust me?” he asked.
“Always,” I replied.
“Then turn over.”
I did as he asked and lay on my stomach. I heard him open a drawer before I felt the bed shift. Slowly, he lay down on top of me and placed kisses between my shoulder blades and up my neck. He rested his knees on either side of my thighs and I could feel his erection against the back of my leg.
“You’re going to have to relax,” he said softly into my ear, before placing a kiss just below it. He sat back and I heard him open the bottle of lube, squeezing some out. A moment later I felt his fingers trail up the crack of my ass and I tensed up.
“Alec,” said Dylan gently, “roll onto your side.”
I did as he said and he lay down behind me, my back resting against his chest. He lightly trailed one hind up and down my side while the other returned to my ass.
“Just relax, focus on the feel of my lips,” he said as he started to suck on my neck. The feel of his lips on my neck was turning me on again, and I began to moan softly. Dylan took that a sign to continue and gently slipped one finger into me.
“Shit,” I gasped.
“That okay?” he asked as he back to move his finger in and out.
“Yeah,” I breathed as I got used to the feel of his finger inside of me. Without warning he slipped in another and I instantly tensed up.
Dylan moved them slightly and I moaned. I felt him smile against my shoulder.
His other hand took hold of my cock and he slowly began to stroke me.
“That’s it, just relax,” he whispered. He started moving both of his fingers, spreading them out inside me, stretching me. It wasn’t long before I was panting and sweating.
“Dylan. Now,” I panted, removing his hand from cock. I sighed when his fingers left me and he rolled me on to my back.
He was rock hard and ready to go, that’s for sure. Dylan reached down on the floor and picked up a condom packet. I held my hand out and he raised his eyebrows before passing it to me. I sat up and ripped the packet open with my teeth and took out the condom. Slowly, I rolled it onto Dylan and he moaned at the feel of my hands on him.
“I’ll go slow,” he said, reapplying more lube. “Tell me if I’m hurting you too much.”
“I will,” I said as he positioned himself at my entrance.
Slowly, he began to push his tip in, but I instantly tensed up.
“Sorry,” I said.
“It’s fine. Just relax, don’t think about it too much.”
“Kind of hard to do when you’re away to shove that thing into me.”
“What thing?” he teased, leaning his face closer to mine.
“Your dick.”
“Oh, I that’s what you meant,” he said, smiling before kissing me.
He was trying to get me to relax by talking to me, and that was just another thing to add to the list of the reasons why I love Dylan Lewis.
“I love you,” he said, smoothing the hair back from my face.
“I love you too. Now just get your dick inside me,” I said, playfully pushing him away.
“Aye aye, captain!” he replied. He even saluted me.
I laughed and Dylan chose that moment to push the head of his cock into me. My laughter was cut off by my groan, and Dylan cursed.
“Shit Alec, you’re so tight.”
“Anal virgin, if I didn’t make that clear,” I said, trying to distract myself from the stinging sensation.
Dylan laughed and put my leg over his shoulder.
“I’m going to go in slowly, this is going to hurt,” he said.
“It’s okay,” I replied. I reached down with my hand and he took it in his and squeezed.
Slowly, he edged forward, inch by inch. I clenched my eyes shut as they began to water and held onto Dylan’s hand for dear life.
“Alec-“started Dylan in a worried voice.
“Don’t stop,” I said, gritting my teeth.
When Dylan was all the way in he brought my leg down from his shoulder and lay down on top of me. I locked my legs around his waist and winced when he shifted.
“Are you okay?” asked Dylan, wiping away the tears that had managed to escape.
“I’m good, just give me a few seconds. God, why are you so big?”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said before leaning down and kissing me. He stroked my tongue with his slowly, the feel of his tongue piercing turning me on again.
“Dylan?”
“Yeah?”
“You can move now.”
“You sure? I can-“
“You sure? I can-“
“Just move,” I all but growled, pulling his forehead against mine and tangling my fingers in his hair.
He grinned at me and slowly moved his hips back before thrusting them forward again. I winced for the first few thrusts but I then began to get used to his size.
“Alec, you’ve got no idea how good you feel,” moaned Dylan, resting over me on his upper arms.
I began to rise up to meet his thrusts, and I could tell that it was taking all of Dylan’s self-control to stay at this slow pace.
“Dylan,” I said, taking his sweaty face in my hands. I smoothed back his damp hair and he looked me in the eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Faster.”
“I might hurt you.”
“I don’t care, I need you to go faster.”
He searched my eyes, making sure that I was sure. I nodded and gave him a kiss before he sat back and put my leg back over his shoulder.
He quickened his pace, gradually building up speed. I had my hands fisted in the sheets and the pain was dulling down, being replaced by pleasure. Dylan kept shifting his angle, as if he was looking for-
“Holy fuck!” I groaned as Dylan hit a spot that must have been filled with rainbow and unicorns.
“There it is,” gasped Dylan, grinning at me like a maniac. He thrust into me again and again, hitting that spot over and over. Where my erection had faded due the pain, it was now standing to full attention.
Dylan was now groaning and gasping, his pace getting more uneven.
“Alec, stroke yourself. Come before I do,” he gasped.
I began stroking myself in time with his thrusts, and it wasn’t long before I was close.
“I’m going to come,” I said, just as I felt my toes curl and I was consumed in ecstasy.
“Ahh fuck,” I cried out as I came.
Dylan reached down and took my hand in his as he screwed his eyes shut and cried out. I felt him come inside me, and he slowed down his pace to a stop as his body quivered through his orgasm.
I had never seen anything as hot as that in my life.
Dylan opened his eyes and looked down at me smiling, and I began to laugh. He joined in and kissed the back of my hand.
Slowly, he pulled out and disposed of the condom into a nearby bin. He got some wipes and helped clean myself up before collapsing down next to me.
We lay there for a few minutes, holding hands and catching our breath. It was me who spoke first.
“Gay sex is better than straight sex.”
Dylan burst out laughing and hit me with a pillow.
“I love you,” he said, rolling over to face me. I copied his position.
“I love you,” I replied. And I really, really did.
