returned, Evan pressed two freshly coated fingers inside him.
Jesse’s breath shook in his throat. When he had touched himself, the sensation, though pleasant, always fell short of what he wanted. He felt like he could never get deep enough, never quite exploit the full pleasure hiding there. But Evan’s touch sent pulsing heat through his body, his fingers filled him better than his own ever had, and the feel of his muscles and skin stretching around them was incredible, as if his body had been wanting for this for years.
Evan bent his fingers to seek Jesse’s prostate.
Jesse jerked back toward Evan, his body tingling from the electric shock of ecstasy. “Do…do that again.”
Evan grinned, kissed him behind his ear, and gave him what he wanted, tenderly massaging around his prostate.
Jesse’s breath came quick and shallow. He couldn’t believe the pleasure Evan’s stimulation brought. It seemed like Evan could read his body, knew just how much to press and when to back off. His cock ached with the demand to release again. He couldn’t stop himself. He took hold of his shaft and pumped in time with Evan’s thrusting and scissoring fingers.
Evan peered over Jesse’s shoulder, watching him stroke himself. He wet his lips; his cock dripped ready drops. One thing was for certain, Jesse definitely wasn’t shy about his body or in openly displaying what he wanted when it came to his satisfaction. It made Evan wonder what he had done to deserve finding such a perfect partner. He withdrew his fingers and eased three inside him on his return, stopping once he reached the center knuckles.
At Evan stretching him wider yet, Jesse’s hand slipped from his cock to the bed. He gripped the sheet in a fist, feeling incapacitated by Evan’s touch. He knew Evan had three fingers inside him, and though his rim felt stretched to its fullest, it wasn’t unpleasant and he couldn’t call it painful. He felt Evan move his hand in careful, short thrusts. Each muscle in his body began to loosen, and he sighed loud in pleasure.
Sensing Jesse’s body had accepted him, Evan slowly pulled his fingers away.
Jesse turned half toward him.
Evan laid his hand on Jesse’s hip, guiding him to roll onto his back. He bowed his head to Jesse’s lips in a light kiss. “Try to stay relaxed for me, gorgeous.”
Jesse took a deep breath, willing his body to be calm.
Evan sat back and lifted each of Jesse’s legs to rest upon his shoulders. He moved over him, bending Jesse’s legs back with him, and braced himself on one arm. He reached down with his other hand to guide his lube-coated cock in.
At the first sensation of Evan entering him, Jesse sucked in a sharp breath and pressed his head back against the pillow. He felt the proof of Evan’s skill at preparing him in there was no pain, but the thickness of his cock filling him still came as a shock to his virgin channel. He took a slow, deep breath in an attempt to steady the rapid ones he’d been panting. A spell of disbelief passed through him that another man was inside him, and not just any man, but Evan Arden , the man who inspired him, who had gifted him with his music long before this night. He felt stunned and joyous at the same time.
After easing halfway in, Evan stopped and braced himself above Jesse on both arms. He closed his eyes, fighting for control. The tight, wet silk confines of Jesse’s body seemed made for the sole purpose of squeezing the fluid from of him. His body begged him to slam his full length into him, to ride out a month of desire long and hard, but his heart stayed him. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Jesse and ruin this for him. He needed to go slow, to mold Jesse’s body perfectly to his own. He heard Jesse’s breathing even out, felt his muscles slacken, and pushed in a little more, letting Jesse’s body tell him how far he should go. Gently, he brought Jesse’s legs off his shoulders so Jesse could lay them wherever he felt most
Jesse’s breath shook in his throat. When he had touched himself, the sensation, though pleasant, always fell short of what he wanted. He felt like he could never get deep enough, never quite exploit the full pleasure hiding there. But Evan’s touch sent pulsing heat through his body, his fingers filled him better than his own ever had, and the feel of his muscles and skin stretching around them was incredible, as if his body had been wanting for this for years.
Evan bent his fingers to seek Jesse’s prostate.
Jesse jerked back toward Evan, his body tingling from the electric shock of ecstasy. “Do…do that again.”
Evan grinned, kissed him behind his ear, and gave him what he wanted, tenderly massaging around his prostate.
Jesse’s breath came quick and shallow. He couldn’t believe the pleasure Evan’s stimulation brought. It seemed like Evan could read his body, knew just how much to press and when to back off. His cock ached with the demand to release again. He couldn’t stop himself. He took hold of his shaft and pumped in time with Evan’s thrusting and scissoring fingers.
Evan peered over Jesse’s shoulder, watching him stroke himself. He wet his lips; his cock dripped ready drops. One thing was for certain, Jesse definitely wasn’t shy about his body or in openly displaying what he wanted when it came to his satisfaction. It made Evan wonder what he had done to deserve finding such a perfect partner. He withdrew his fingers and eased three inside him on his return, stopping once he reached the center knuckles.
At Evan stretching him wider yet, Jesse’s hand slipped from his cock to the bed. He gripped the sheet in a fist, feeling incapacitated by Evan’s touch. He knew Evan had three fingers inside him, and though his rim felt stretched to its fullest, it wasn’t unpleasant and he couldn’t call it painful. He felt Evan move his hand in careful, short thrusts. Each muscle in his body began to loosen, and he sighed loud in pleasure.
Sensing Jesse’s body had accepted him, Evan slowly pulled his fingers away.
Jesse turned half toward him.
Evan laid his hand on Jesse’s hip, guiding him to roll onto his back. He bowed his head to Jesse’s lips in a light kiss. “Try to stay relaxed for me, gorgeous.”
Jesse took a deep breath, willing his body to be calm.
Evan sat back and lifted each of Jesse’s legs to rest upon his shoulders. He moved over him, bending Jesse’s legs back with him, and braced himself on one arm. He reached down with his other hand to guide his lube-coated cock in.
At the first sensation of Evan entering him, Jesse sucked in a sharp breath and pressed his head back against the pillow. He felt the proof of Evan’s skill at preparing him in there was no pain, but the thickness of his cock filling him still came as a shock to his virgin channel. He took a slow, deep breath in an attempt to steady the rapid ones he’d been panting. A spell of disbelief passed through him that another man was inside him, and not just any man, but Evan Arden , the man who inspired him, who had gifted him with his music long before this night. He felt stunned and joyous at the same time.
After easing halfway in, Evan stopped and braced himself above Jesse on both arms. He closed his eyes, fighting for control. The tight, wet silk confines of Jesse’s body seemed made for the sole purpose of squeezing the fluid from of him. His body begged him to slam his full length into him, to ride out a month of desire long and hard, but his heart stayed him. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Jesse and ruin this for him. He needed to go slow, to mold Jesse’s body perfectly to his own. He heard Jesse’s breathing even out, felt his muscles slacken, and pushed in a little more, letting Jesse’s body tell him how far he should go. Gently, he brought Jesse’s legs off his shoulders so Jesse could lay them wherever he felt most
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