Page 50 of Hamartia
When I come back to myself, I realize I’m just standing there staring, so I move toward the bed too, looking to him for direction.
He eyes the space between his legs, and I go to sit there but he says, “Perhaps you should undress, first?”
Well, this is going well. Can’t even remember the fucking basics.
I give him an awkward nod, which just makes him smile, and pull off my t-shirt before moving to unbutton my Levi’s. I leave my briefs on because just sitting there buck naked while he does whatever he’s about to do feels weird. When I’m sitting there, cross legged and watching him, he gives me another of those fond smiles. I have this startling realization that he could be here with anyone right now. Literally anyone. Someone who at least knows what the fuck they’re doing, someone he doesn’t have to teach for shit’s sake, but for some reason he wants me. Convenience? Curiosity? Fuck knows, but I’m filled with gratitude.
He pulls his left leg up so his foot is flat on the bed and squirts some of that expensive oil into his fingers. Then he reaches between his legs. It’s the first time I get a proper look at him there. This small pink hole that’s been scrubbed and shaved. It’s…pretty? I’m not sure what I expected.
At first, he just circles it. Slow and deliberate with the index finger of his left hand. I flick my eyes up to his face to find him watching me intently. Why is it I’d never thought to do that to a girl first before anal? My cheeks heat. Was I supposed to? Fuck.
“Do you know why I am doing this?” he asks me. Like he can read my thoughts.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Tell me,” he says, as he tilts his finger down so the tip slides into that little hole.
My breath quickens when he lets out a soft gasp as he pushes it deeper.
“To open it up,” I manage.
“Yes,” he gasps as he begins to move his finger in and out of himself. “What else?”
I frown. Is this a test? If I fail, do I not get to fuck him? My brain legitimately scrambles. I’ve not a clue.
Jae lets out a soft laugh as he slides a second finger in. “Because it feels good, Raphael.”
Oh. Yeah. Okay. Well, yeah.
“Does it look good?” he asks me and I’m sure my brain short circuits.
I don’t have to think about it, not for a second, but I take a minute to just drink him in. Legs splayed, long fingers fucking into that tight little hole, pink blush spreading across his chest, mouth kissed and bitten red, cheeks flushed.
“It does. You’re so fucking hot. The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Jaehyun.”
He smiles at me, shy from the compliment, and I feel a burst of pre-come seep from my dick. I have to squeeze it hard to stop it from doing anything more than that.
“But I really want to fuck you, so if that’s not gonna be anytime soon…” I eye his fingers, still doing their thing to his ass, “…you’re gonna have to tell me so I can prepare.”
He laughs and it’s that soft breathy one he has.
“Not too much longer now,” he says, with a sigh as he pulls his two fingers out, slots a third next to them, and slides all three back in.
I get bold then and I shift a little closer to marvel at how that hole haswidenedbefore my eyes. Still not big enough for my dick, but almost twice the size it was when he started. I slide a hand up his calf, squeezing and massaging the hairless skin. He likes this, because he lets out a soft moan and his head falls back against the headboard. I move my hand up over his knee, and then further, smoothing it over the firm muscle of his thigh until it meets the forearm of the arm he’s using. His eyes have a dare in them as I walk my fingers down to his wrist. When I wrap my fingers around the hand he’s using, he bites down hard on his lower lip and minutely shifts his hips upward, urging me. Then I’m fucking him with his own hand.
I don’t even think about it, I slide my hand into my briefs to wrap it around myself, groaning as the pressure eases. He watches me as I start to stroke myself and I honestly have no clue how to tell him I have about thirty seconds max before exploding over my hand.
It’s him who loses patience first though, he shoves my hand away from him and extracts his fingers and then he’s shifting across the bed. As he pulls open the bedside again to grab a condom this time, I yank off my underwear and toss them behind me, sitting back on my knees to wait for further instruction.
He hands me the condom and I roll it on without taking a single breath. When I’m done, I look at him, swallowing.
“It’s your first time, how do you want me?” he asks. I give him a look and he laughs, kind of sweetly. “I mean, with a man. Did you have something in mind?”
It shouldn’t take me by surprise, not since Jae is always clear and concise about things. But because I’m not expecting it and because my brain is overloaded; I’m surprised any response comes out at all.
“Will you ride me?” I hear myself say. It doesn’t sound like my own voice. It’s so rough and desperate. But it’s what I’ve wanted since the dream I had about him doing it wearing fishnets.
Jae looks surprised, but in no way reluctant. He gives me a smile and a nod and then urges me down to lie down where he’d just fingered himself. I smooth my hand over my cock, which hasn’t softened even a fraction, and watch in awe as he straddles me in one fluid motion. He places his hands flat on my chest and caresses it softly, before stroking both thumbs over my nipples at once. They’re surprisingly tender I find. He leans in to ghost his lips over mine, not really kissing me just breathing me in. I kiss him, pushing my tongue between his lips as I settle my hands on his hips. He bumps his perfect ass over my cock a few times which only makes it throb harder, moving so that it slips and slides between his oiled cheeks.