Spread your legs for me (NSFW)

The unfamiliar pressure between Natsuo's legs caused him to squeeze his eyes shut. He breathed in and out slowly, trying to relax his tense muscles.

"Does it hurt?" Jiro asked worriedly as he moved a finger gently inside him, probing his most private places.

The slender figure shook his head, but kept his teeth clenched as the unusual feeling stirred all the way down to his core. He gasped as he sensed the finger touching a particular spot that made his whole body quiver.

"Hha..."

He slapped a hand on his mouth to muffle himself as the man continued rubbing it, creating an instinctive urge to move his hips. Jiro smiled as he saw his lover's reaction to his touch. He teased him by licking his hardened nipple and stroking the other's inner walls simultaneously.

"Do you like it?" he whispered softly as his tongue circled around the pinkish bud.

Natsuo bit down hard on his hand, struggling to suppress the moan that was about to burst out of his mouth. His partner removed his trembling fingers from his lips and looked into his half-closed eyes.

"You can let your voice out. I want to hear it."

Natsuo let out the low shuddering sigh that had been building within him as the man pushed, ever so slowly, another wet finger inside him. He couldn't help but curve his back and push against the digits as they moved back and forth.

"When will you... put it in...?" he asked with a shiver.

"Not yet," Jiro answered as he sucked on his counterpart's nipple, twirling and nibbling it with care.

Natsuo had no idea what to make of all when he was overwhelmed with arousal and confusion. He wanted him to keep going, but he also wanted him to stop, fearing he wouldn't be able to handle it all.

"I need to put a third one in. How do you feel?" the man asked, lifting his face from the other's licked chest as he massaged the sensitive area with gentle strokes.

Natsuo felt his breath catch in his throat as his former classmate's hands seemed to be everywhere at once and creating sparks all over him that made him sweat. He was too nervous to open his eyes, but he faintly nodded as he braced himself for more.

Jiro dug a third finger inside his opening, plunging even deeper into it, making Natsuo gasp loudly. The teal-haired one felt his inner walls softening, inviting the second man's touch even further.

It felt good, but it also felt uncomfortable - like he was about to lose his mind.

"Just a little bit more," the tattooed man said as he stuffed his digits further into the other's body. He slowly spread his fingers wider, attempting to ease his mate's entrance and prepare him for what was to come.

Natsuo buried his face in a pillow, trying to hide his shameful sounds.

"Don't do that or you will suffocate," Jiro laughed and lifted the cushion away, revealing the teal-haired one's blushing and shy expression.

"I want to see your reaction when I finally enter you," he purred.

"Do it, I can take it..." Natsuo pleaded in a weak voice as he wriggled around the sheets.

Jiro smirked as he withdrew his hand. He released his hard erection from his shorts and looked up at his lover, his eyes dark with passion.

Natsuo gulped, nervous about his size after seeing it up close for the first time - the large shape stood proudly between the man's legs, throbbing as if begging to be inserted into the depths of his body.

The tattooed hand coated it with a generous layer of lubricant and greased every part of his erection, paying special attention to the rounded tip.

He grinned as he watched the blue eyes stare at him, which looked captivated by the sight of him holding his manhood. His own gaze burned as he leaned forward, his attention focusing on the man's thighs and the space between them.

"Spread your legs for me," he instructed in a low, hungry voice.

He watched as Natsuo complied, opening his thighs wider and revealing himself to the other male. The tattooed man lined his shaft up with the inviting entrance and paused before sliding inside.

"Now, relax. Let me know if it hurts."

Natsuo gasped as his roommate slowly entered him. He could feel every bit of his masculinity filling his tight tunnel, stretching him to the limit and making his eyes roll back - the sensation hurt, but he welcomed the pain as it brought him closer to Jiro like never before.

The man paused and looked down at Natsuo as he brushed a few strands of blue hair away from his forehead.

"Now I feel like I'm at home," he whispered soothingly.

The white-haired leaned forward and kissed the other man, exploring every corner of his partner's mouth. His hands grabbed his waist and pinned him to the bed - and with one thrust he was in, all the way up to the hilt.

Natsuo answered his kiss with a shudder and moaned against his companion's lips as Jiro started to thrust into him, moving his hips forward and back in a steady rhythm.

He arched his back, bumping his hips against his partner's. His eyes closed as he absorbed the other man's presence within himself, feeling strange pleasure and unusual pain at the same time.

"Is everything all right?"

Natsuo nodded, unable to express his feelings.

"Keep... going..."

The taller man gradually increased his thrusting - meanwhile the smaller one gritted his teeth and wrinkled his brows as an intense sensation slowly built up inside him.

The dark bedroom became alive with their passionate sounds as the bed creaked under their movements. Jiro's groans intertwined with Natsuo's moans, while their breath became shallow and ragged.

The pressure of the man's hardness pressing against Natsuo's special spot was too much for him to bear - he was overwhelmed by pleasure, making his limbs tremble and his toes curl. He clawed at the man's back and sank his nails into the warm skin.

"Ah, I can't... hold... Jiro..."

"Don't resist it, let it come."

Natsuo did his utmost to fight against the overpowering emotion and bit his lip, trying to keep himself from crying out loud, but another surge engulfed him and shoved him over the edge.

He gasped as his muscles contracted and his body spasmed when he spilled his own white liquids into his stomach. The man on top of him groaned as he reached his peak and let out a deep, guttural sound as he poured his fluids inside his beloved.

The two remained silent, catching their breath and allowing the sweet aftermath to wash over them. The tattooed man pressed his lips to the person's cheek and planted small kisses all over his rosy face.

"How did it feel?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Natsuo was conscious of the wetness within him and how the other's member still tenderly poked inside him as they stayed connected. He answered with a soft and trembling kiss, hoping it would answer him better than words could.