Marcus slipped his bobbing penis between David’s buttocks. David was slick, smooth, warm against him, oh so warm. He held himself still against David’s anus. “David, push back when you’re ready.” His voice was husky and rough.
David stood rigid.
Marcus eased more kisses over David’s tense shoulders. Excitement swirled in Marcus’s belly and he clenched his teeth to keep from crying out from frustration and want.
“There’s no going back after this, is there?” David’s voice shook. His head dropped; Marcus saw the clench of his neck muscles, and felt the tension in his back.
“No.” Marcus stood patiently, trying to remember what it was to be a virgin and frightened and unsure. He remembered his first night with Philip, affectionate hands slick on him and in him, moving slow and letting him set the pace.
David pushed back.
Marcus was slippery, lubed, hard. David gasped, Marcus was partway inside, then another push and Marcus was in to the hilt. David was hot around him and tight.