“Oh, I’m not turning that down, trust me.” Canaan’s eyes sparked. He reached over to the nightstand, exchanging Renzo’s favorite condom brand for a different condom. But he made no move to put it on, instead returning to kiss Renzo slowly until Renzo was gasping, a lot of his nervousness replaced by need. Canaan stroked him all over, finding places Renzo hadn’t even thought were that sensitive like his inner forearms and lower stomach.
Right when Renzo was about to demand he get on with it, Canaan moved off him. “Flip.”
“I like watching you,” Renzo protested.
“Trust me, this angle will be easier on you for your first time, and if you watch me too much, I’m gonna lose my nerve.”
“Fair enough.” Renzo rolled over, drawing his knees under him but keeping his torso on the mattress. It was a yoga stretching pose he’d always liked after strenuous workouts but never thought of using for sex, and he had to laugh. “This work?”
“Oh yeah. Hot as fuck, you laid out like that. This will work fine.” Leaning in, Canaan licked the back of his neck, making Renzo shiver, then licked all the way down his spine, which made the shivers turn into all-out shuddering. He had a feeling what Canaan was going for, and he wasn’t going to stop him. Knowing how crazy Canaan went for his mouth, he was curious whether—
“Ungh.” The sound he made when Canaan licked down his crack was low and thready. Okay, maybe his need was a bit more than just curiosity. And thank God, Canaan didn’t seem inclined to overly tease him, heading straight for his rim with firm swipes of his tongue. Renzo made himself grip the mattress edge, resist the urge to stroke himself off. And knowing how much he loved Canaan’s noises, he tried not to hold back his moans even though it was a little embarrassing, the whines and whimpers that kept escaping.
Canaan pulled back for a moment, and when he returned, a slick finger joined his tongue in tormenting Renzo. He’d fingered himself some when jerking off, so he knew it could feel good, and he rocked his hips, seeking more contact. Canaan started with a single finger, stretching and teasing with short little strokes.
“More,” he grunted.
“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck, you are so hot. Push back on my fingers, fuck yourself.”
The blunt pressure of two fingertips pressed on his hole, but true to his word, Canaan waited for him. Took Renzo a bit to decide how to move, but finally, he arched his back, and Canaan’s fingers slipped inside. Riding back, he tried to take them deep enough to brush that spot inside that always made him shoot fast when he stroked off.
“There. There.” He bit the sheet to keep from yelling when Canaan found his prostate, working it mercilessly with little strokes and rubbing, going deeper and more focused than Renzo could on his own.
“So good. You’re fucking amazing,” Canaan praised.
“Fuck me.” He didn’t even recognize his voice anymore.
“Yeah, yeah.” Canaan sounded breathless as he withdrew his fingers. There was a crinkle of a condom wrapper opening and the sound of more lube being squeezed out. “Just like with my fingers, push back, take it slow and easy.”
“Okay.” The pressure of Canaan’s cockhead against his rim made the word come out a groan, and he groaned again as he rocked downward, body tensing.
“Shh. Relax.” Canaan stroked his shoulders until finally Renzo tried again, pushing back as Canaan slid forward. It was fuller than the fingers, but not painful. A little weird maybe, but not uncomfortable. Not like ecstasy inducing either though. Maybe Canaan had different nerve endings or—
“Whoa.” Right as he was about to dismiss the whole thing as underwhelming, Canaan tilted Renzo’s hips at the same time as he thrust deeper. Good feelings gathered at the base of Renzo’s spine.
“Doing okay?”
“Yeah. Do that again.” He needed to see if that was a fluke, and thank fuck when Canaan slid forward again the electric feeling happened again. Working his right hand under his torso, he found his dick, which was still deciding how it felt about the proceedings. A couple of strokes had him back at full mast, and a few more had him panting.
“That’s it. Jerk yourself off.” Canaan’s voice strained for each syllable. God, Renzo loved turning him on like this, and that, almost more than how it felt for himself, had him moaning.
“Want to come, but not sure I can,” he panted. “Weird...”
“You can.” Canaan gripped his hips tight as his thrusts sped up. “Just let go. Let it happen.”
Renzo was never good at letting go, the shutting-off-his-head thing, but he tried to shut out everything other than the sounds Canaan was making, the feel of Canaan in his ass, the pleasure of his own hand on his cock. Let go of whether he sounded funny. Let go of worrying how this might look. Let go of worrying about the future, what came next after the sex. His moans got higher pitched, his movements more desperate, and he let it happen, let his body do what it needed.