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CHAPTER 27

ETNA

Sleeping naked means every little shift in the morning is arousing. Even—and maybe especially—the casual ones. Like when Keno sighs as he starts to wake up and shifts a little. The way his body rubs against mine makes me burn. When his fingers lazily move over my ribs, my core tightens.

I last for maybe ten minutes of this torture before I roll on top of him, and we make out until we either suck or stroke each other off. I’ve been adding some fingering the last couple days, too. Just so we’re practicing that.

It’s weird as fuck. Not only having my fingers in his hole , but also just the feel of it. From experience, it doesn’t feel awful. It’s awkward as fuck, and while we’ve found the prostate and have learned the joys of messing with it, the entire experience usually ends in us laughing and rolling away from each other.

Not that it stops us from trying again. Sometimes just ten minutes later.

I think we’re coming to crave each other’s touch. I think knowing we’ve never done these acts with anyone else is exhilarating. Knowing we’re only ever going to do this with each other is reassuring. There’s no pressure to get it right. Our only goal is to learn and see what we like.

Sometimes, I’m shocked by how much I enjoy touching Keno. Including sticking my fingers in his hole. Yes, it’s weird as hell, and I can’t imagine getting over feeling that way about it, but there’s a big level of trust there, and it’s all mine. Something he’s never extended to anyone else.

Keno rolls over so his chest is against mine; meaning his dick is pretty much lined up with mine. I’m still in awe of how much this man turns me on with nothing but an innocent touch.

His lips curl up. “You hard for me, Etna?”

I sigh. “What gave it away?”

“Maybe your dick trying to drive into my stomach.”

I grin, kissing his lips.

“You know what we skipped somewhere?”

“Hmm?”

“Frotting. I remember seeing it in the calendar, but maybe we didn’t set a notification for it. I’m confident it was supposed to be before we put balls in our mouths or anything up our asses.”

Laughing, I roll us over so he’s on top of me. His legs immediately splay over my hips. “Then let’s frot ourselves away.”

Keno wiggles his hips, rubbing his dick against mine, and yeah, that feels good. A little strange because there’s another dick against mine and I’ve never felt that before. Keno pushes himself up, so he’s straddling me, adjusting his position so his balls rest on my dick.

I shift him again and then push my dick up to meet his. “Base to base. I’m going to prove you’re much bigger than I am.”

He rolls his eyes but moves until he’s convinced we’re lined up.

“See? You’re like a head bigger and twice as thick.”

“You’re exaggerating,” he mutters, shifting so he can see from the side. “I think I’m higher on your dick than I should be.”

I reach under us and cup our balls together. A tingling sensation moves through my body with a jolt. Yep, I like that. “Nah. You’re lined up.”

He sighs.

Putting my finger on top of my head like one might if they were measuring height, I look up at Keno with triumph. “And I can see your fat dick on either side of mine.”

Keno lets his head fall back. “I’m not that big!”

Sitting up, I bring his face to mine and kiss him hotly. His shoulders relax. “You know I love your big dick, right?”

“Etna—”

“Does it really bother you that I comment on your dick size?”

His eyebrows knit together as he stares into my eyes. “Do you know how many times I’ve heard the ‘ Asian men have small dicks ’ comment?”

“I’m not sure you’ve been listening. I comment on your big, fat dick. I’ve never said anything about you being small.”

He rolls his eyes. “I guess I feel a little defensive. Even though you’re complimenting me or something.”

“I’m teasing you, but yes, it’s a compliment. I like that your dick is big. Believe me, I’m not at all upset by your size, whether you’re considered big or small.”

Keno nods subtly. “I know that. But I’m not that big. Seriously. You’re exaggerating.”

“I beg to differ. I think we’ve both watched enough porn to know I’m average and you’re bigger than average. Especially considering how thick you are. I’m not insulting your dick, Keno. I’m not complaining or upset or threatened by… okay, I’m a little threatened by how thick you are, but that’s because I know eventually it’s supposed to go in my ass, and I’m not exactly comfortable with three fingers, never mind a fist.”

“Ohmygod, shut up.” He laughs, burying his face in my neck.

I grin. “Keno, I want you to smile. I want you to laugh. And I fucking love when you blush. But if it bothers you that I comment on your dick size, I’ll keep it to myself. I don’t want to upset you. Ever.”

He sighs deeply. “It doesn’t. I appreciate this talk, though. Maybe I wasn’t sure if you were teasing me because you didn’t like my size or… this. So, thanks.”

“I’m sorry. It was insensitive of me.” I wrap my arms around him. “I should have asked if I was upsetting you.”

Keno shakes his head. “You can talk about my dick whenever you want.” He sits up. “In private. Just the two of us. Don’t forget that caveat, Etna.”

“Okay, but I’m going to advocate loudly that it’s a bullshit stereotype of what they say about Asian dicks.”

“Fuck’s sake, no, you’re not.”

“Are you sure? I can say so from experience now.”

Keno shoves me and I fall back on the bed, grinning. My smile splits my face even more when I see how red his cheeks are. But the tension in his shoulders is gone. I’m bothered he might have truly thought I didn’t like his dick; I’m pretty sure I always commented in awe, but I guess I don’t know my own tones of voice very well.

Let’s try this again.

“Now put your hands around our dicks and frot me,” I order.

He laughs. “Why are you like this?”

“I’m horny and you have your big dick pressed to mine. I want to see what all the fuss is. Need lube?”

Keno nods. I reach up to the nightstand where our bottle is and flip open the cap. Keno holds out his palm, and I squirt a bunch. I’m rewarded with another deadpan look. But when he wraps his hand around our dicks, my breath catches.

“Both hands,” I demand. “I need to feel your hand and dick everywhere, but your girth means you get more hand action than me.”

He groans and I’m going to pretend he does so because it feels good. Not because I’m teasing him. I think we both know I tease to lighten the mood during new things we’re nervous about. If we’re laughing or I’m making him blush, we’re not so focused on what we’re doing.

Keno gives us an experimental stroke and I shiver with sensation. His mouth opens, and he looks at me with heat blazing in his eyes. While I mean to say something, I only manage a nod of encouragement.

It begins with strokes, but before long, he’s thrusting against me, holding our cocks together. His grip gets tighter and then loose. Tighter again. I think he’s experimenting, and fuck if I’m not losing my mind with how good it feels. His hard, rigid cock is gliding against mine. Hard, yes, but not uncomfortably so. The slickness of the lube and the strangulation of his hands around us have me moaning.

My hands grip his ass cheeks, feeling the way his glutes clench with each thrust. I pull him closer so I can feel his crack. It’s difficult around his hips, so I move one of my hands between his legs and under him. Yep, I can reach a little more.

Keno moans loudly when I press against his hole, so I fumble with shaking hands for the lube and maybe make a mess all over my stomach with it before I manage to get any on my hand. My head is spinning with a fire burning so hot my skin feels like it’s on fire.

I’m close, but I’m not ready yet.

Reaching under him again, Keno shifts forward a little more. He lets go of our dicks with one hand so he can lean over me, his free hand planting on the pillow beside my head. This gives me much better access to his ass as I rub against his hole while he thrusts his dick against mine.

One finger slides in easily enough. I use one for maybe half a dozen times before working in a second. Keno’s mouth opens wider as I move my finger inside him. Deeper. More insistent. He’s still moving against me, his ass muscles constricting around me with every move.

“Want another?” I ask.

He nods.

Getting a third finger in takes some time. He flinches, his thrusts against me slowing as he hangs his head. Keno grimaces but then moans when I curl my fingers. His body jerks, his hips drive into me. His moan moves through my entire body, gripping my balls in a vise.

“Hang on, Keno,” I whisper. “Keep your hand tight.”

His grip tightens around us. Sloppily, and with no rhythm at all, I fuck up into his hand as I massage his prostate, fucking his ass with my fingers while he shakes on top of me. Watching him rapidly fall apart is hypnotic. I can almost visibly see his arousal grow and his orgasm take over.

This is probably the first time I’ve heard him shout when he comes. He collapses on top of me, which makes moving against his dick a little more difficult, but I keep it up while he jerks reflexively. It drives me wild when his ass shoves against my fingers.

I come a minute later and then we lie there, panting. Sweaty. Covered in cum and lube and maybe some butt juice. I don’t care. I wouldn’t change this for a fucking thing.

“That was… really, really good,” Keno says.

“Yes, it was. You’re really hot when you get lost in the moment. I could watch you come all day long.”

His face is still hot, and the way he tucks it further into my neck tells me I’ve made him blush again. This time, it wasn’t intentional. I wasn’t lying. The look of him succumbing to his orgasm is burned in my memory, and I’m never letting it go.

We doze for a long time. Giving each other more orgasms until we’re forced to get out of bed at one, so we’re showered and dressed in time for Julian to arrive. He’s accompanying us again today while we go tasting food for our wedding menu.

Julian was stupidly helpful yesterday when deciding on cake flavor. Asking questions that narrowed down what we wanted. We still didn’t walk away with a design, but we had a direction, and it wasn’t any thanks to me or Keno. We were woefully lost.

Inviting Julian along today serves multiple purposes. It gets him out of the house and with his friends, so he’s not feeling so alone. And it helps us to make a damned decision. Since the caterers we’re meeting, Lennie and Kenny, said to come starving because they’re making us a feast, we figured there’d be plenty of food for Julian.

We shower together, rubbing each other down, but not to the point where we’re hard again. When we’re clean, we stand under the spray of hot water wrapped around each other.

“Valentine’s Day is in ten days,” Keno says.

I nod.

“We’ve marked that day for the first time we have sex. You know, romance and all that.”

Grinning, I nod again. “I remember.”

“So…. we should probably have some kind of plan, right?”

“I think maybe we can trade off planning for V Day. I can take this year since I already have an idea. You go next year.”

Keno picks his head up and gives me a demure look, but I just smirk. I know that’s not what he was referring to. “I’m glad we cleared that up,” he deadpans. “Oh, hey. How about we talk about whose dick goes in who that night now?”

I laugh and kiss him. “Not to concentrate on size again, but I think I need to work up to taking you for a while longer. You are bigger than me and… I just don’t think I’m ready for that yet.”

His expression softens. “Okay. I’m cool with that.”

“Just so we’re clear, I’m not saying I don’t ever want to bottom for you. I’m just saying I’m not ready.”

“I know. I kind of assumed we’d end up this way first.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He grins and then nods. “You still aren’t totally into fingering. I think it’s still very awkward for you and you haven’t had a moment where it just feels good. I have. A few times. So this makes the most sense.”

I lean my forehead against his. “For all my teasing, I might be a little more nervous about some things than I let on. Maybe I’m not entirely aware of it all the time.”

“I like your teasing,” Keno promises. “Even during sexy times. It releases some of the pressure to make it feel good. There’s a part of me that thinks if there’s something we don’t like right away, we’re going to stop and just… stop everything.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

He laughs, pressing his face to mine. Our lips brush. “I’m realizing maybe I’m afraid we’re going to not go through with this for some reason and I’m scared of that eventuality.”

My arms tighten around him. “Listen to me, Keno. I’m marrying you. I’m no longer giving you a choice. Understand? Even if we hate everything we do from here on out, we know we like some things. We’re never going to go without orgasms.”

Keno laughs again, shaking his head against mine.

“But I meant what I said. I am marrying you on June twenty-eighth. No matter what. We will spend the rest of our lives together. We’re going to grow old and chase each other around in a nursing home with hockey sticks. We’ll get in trouble for using one of our dentures as a puck and shooting it down the hall. When we’re ninety we’ll still be getting frisky in our senior citizens’ center. Probably pull a muscle and someone will have to help us make it happen. Like a sex swing to hold one of us and we can just use momentum and gravity to thrust.”

“Oh, my fuck,” Keno says, laughing.

“I. Am. Marrying. You,” I whisper. “Am I clear?”

I feel his smile against my lips. “Crystal clear,” he murmurs.