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“Where are you going?”

“Upstairs. There’s not a chance I’m waiting until later. I need you inside me. We’re celebrating now.”

He looked stunned, but he didn’t argue with me when I toted him upstairs. His breathing picked up, his fingers tightening on my shoulders, and his legs wrapped around my waist. I could go either way on taking or being taken, but I didn't want Art’s first time exploring if he was into bottoming to be a quickie. And with the excitement burning through me, this was probably going to be fast.

I almost tripped up the stairs when Art slammed his lips against mine. I had to really focus on getting us up the stairs when he was attacking me like that. Our tongues tangled, breaths mingled, keeping my mind distracted. I had to use a hand on the wall to find my way down the short hallway, because I wasn’t going to pull away if I didn't have some sort of guide.

Once I stumbled into Art’s room, I set him on his feet, my mouth still latched to his as I wrestled with his clothes. He seemed just as eager as I was, helping me unbutton his work shirt while I tore open his pants. With both of us working together, I got him naked in record time and finally there was something interesting enough to pull my attention off Art’s mouth.

Most of our fooling around was late at night, in the dark, and partly clothed. We didn’t need to get fully naked for a blowjob and I was worried if we did, it’d tempt me into something I wasn’t sure Art was ready for. My eyes trailed over him, taking in his creamy skin. There were freckles dusted along his shoulders, a light dusting of hair on his chest, and down below his belly button. He had a swimmer’s build, lean muscle and zero bodyfat to speak of. I ran my hands over him, admiring him, until his patience wore out and he tugged at my t-shirt.

“Your turn.”

With one hand over my shoulder, I pulled my t-shirt off in one smooth move. It made Art smirk, his eyes trailing over each inch of skin exposed as I wrestled with my jeans. He helped me, but him kneeling in front of me to get me out of them was a little cruel. At least until he wrapped his fist around me and ran his tongue along the underside of my cock.

“Fuck,” I murmured, my hand automatically fisting Art’s hair. He’d learned a lot in the past few weeks of us fooling around. He took me deeper, teased the spots he knew drove me nuts, until I was a panting mess.

“Damn, you’re a fast learner. Get your ass up here. I’m not coming until you’re inside me.”

Art shivered as he pushed to his feet, an eager look on his face. It would’ve made me laugh if I wasn’t so turned on right now. I crowded against him, walking him backwards towards the bed, but before he could fall back on it, I flipped us, dragging him down on top of me.

The skin to skin contact made me groan, Art straddling me as he devoured my mouth. It’d be so easy to just let things happen like this, grinding together until we both finished. But that wasn’t what I wanted right now. I gripped Art’s thighs to stop him, dragging my mouth down his neck.

“Lube. I need you to touch me.”

Another shiver rolled through him, and he paused, taking a few deep breaths. I worried for a second that it was too much, but the look he gave me when he finally sat up wiped away every ounce of worry I had. He looked lust drunk, his eyes hooded and his glasses askew. There wasn’t an ounce of trepidation in his face, and when he tossed his glasses onto the nightstand and came back with the lube, he eagerly nudged me farther onto thebed so he could comfortably sit between my legs. Only once I was settled did he hesitate, his brows furrowing a little.

“I’m not sure how to do this.”

Chuckling, I took the bottle from him, coating his fingers with the slippery liquid. Tossing the bottle aside, I guided his hand lower to my ass, sucking in a breath when he brushed against my hole.

“It’s been a minute since I’ve been fucked. Take it slow. Massage your fingers until–” A groan cut me off, and I shuddered. Damn, he had amazing hands. “Yeah, just like that.”

Art kept up his ministrations, rubbing circles over my hole and driving me nuts. I was a little tongue tied with what he was doing, so when I was ready, I reached between my legs and urged him to push inside, breathing out a low groan as those long fingers breached me. It was hard to concentrate on him, my focus split by the drag of his fingers, but when I looked down, Art was flushed and fascinated. His eyes were locked on what he was doing, and when he brushed against my prostate and made me shout, I saw the strain in his face.

“God, that’s hot,” he murmured. He pressed there again, tormenting me with slow drags against my prostate, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m good, I’m good.”

He paused, confused, but I really couldn’t explain it right now. I was a terrible teacher. But I’d challenge anyone to have their hot lover fingering their ass and continue to think properly. I’d bet no one could actually do it.

Too eager for more, I flipped us, snatching the lube and dribbling some on Art’s cock. He sucked in a sharp breath from the cool temperature, but I was quick to follow with my hand, coating him completely. His eyes slipped shut, just enjoying my touch, and he didn’t notice me straddling him until I started sinking down onto his cock.

His jaw dropped and his eyes flew open, a strangled groan ripping from him. “Oh… Oh god… Hendrix!”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

ARTHUR

Two thoughts passedthrough my head as Hendrix sank down onto my length. The first was that I was definitely gay. Nothing I’d ever experienced before now came close to this. My mind was blown, and we’d barely started. The second thought was that I was going to come. I wasn’t prepared for the tight velvety heat that wrapped around me, the massaging muscles that seemed to want to pull me deeper. I gasped for breath, desperately trying to hold back my release, until Hendrix leaned over me and captured my lips. It was quick, soothing, and when he spoke, his voice was soft.

“Breathe.”

I did as he asked, dragging in a few breaths until the urge to come wasn’t so overwhelming. Hendrix cupped my face, sipping at my lips, giving me a chance to calm down a little.

“S-Sorry. That was– I almost–” Embarrassment flooded me as I tried to admit just how close I got. I was sure as a musician, Hendrix had plenty of experience. I didn't want to be a complete disappointment by coming before we even really started.

“Relax. There’s nothing wrong with that. Kinda want to take it as a compliment that my ass was just that good,” he teased, putting me more at ease. He always knew just what to say to bring me out of my head and help me relax.