He then squirted out lube from the little travel packet, squeezing some directly into Calvin’s ass before he rubbed it all over his rod. Matt slid his fingers in a few times to loosen Calvin up, but he grew impatient to join their bodies.
“Ready?”
“Uh-huh.” Calvin gasped.
Ah, fuck.He forced himself to think of dead puppies so he wouldn’t come immediately, that single gasping, groaning sound from Calvin’s lips nearly his undoing.
Slowly Matt entered him, pushing in just the tip. His tan fingers grasped his lover’s pale hips and he slid in deeper, but going just an inch at a time. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he had to practically bite his tongue off to keep from pumping out his orgasm fast and furiously. He wanted a slow, easy fuck. One that would imprint him on Calvin forever. At least, if he had his way.