Beware: In this chapter a guy is going to prep another guy so he can "eat his flower", just to quote Tiggy from "The Lightening Struck Heart" by TJ Klune. You don't like the sound of that (but I guess you got that someone will lose his virginity soon?!)? You shouldn't read on...
He was still floating between the clouds and so relaxed that he wasn't quite sure if he was awake or not, when Ian felt warm lips kissing their way up from his knee.
"I can't go again anytime soon," he mumbled, not wanting to disappoint Cedric.
"Shhh," was all he got in return when tender fingers started to massage his balls while making room for a tongue to explore his perineum.
A minute later Ian realized that the humming noise was coming from his own chest. Obviously, he was purring. But his brain was still too befuddled to do something with that information.
He loved it when chicks not only tended to his cock but messed around everywhere down there. Sadly, none had ever felt like going anywhere near his crack.
But... holy shit... that was exactly what cold and lubed fingers where doing that moment.
While Cedric's tongue never let up with indulging the thin skin, Ian tensed a little with the unfamiliar feeling of someone working their way between his cheeks.
"It's going to feel good," Cedric promised softly, looking up while Ian got on his elbows to look down.
Seeing those big dark eyes looking at him with so much excitement and anticipation, Ian felt secure with lying back down and making an effort at letting go of the tension is his lower body.
"That's it," Cedric cooed and the hot breath hitting his sack made Ian sigh with pleasure.
A little sound escaped him when he felt the pad of a finger softly tapping and rubbing against his anus.
"That okay?" he heard Cedric ask.
"Yes," Ian croaked, letting himself getting used to the new feeling. After a few more deep inhales and exhales, he had to admit he very much liked it. It made a tingling spread deep in his gut.
Then Cedric pushed against him, just a bit, easing up and pushing again, and Ian was helpless against the clenching and relaxing with which his muscle answered.
"Do you like that?" Cedric asked, circling his hole with a bit of pressure, making the muscle ring clench even tighter.
"Yes," Ian answered, his breathing picking up a bit.
"Can you do something for me?"
"Yes," Ian said again, curious as to what Cedric would want him to do.
"Can you tense your ass for a second like you are trying to... hold something in?" Cedric kissed his hip bones tenderly and Ian was able to see his ears color. Cedric was making an effort of not looking up and hiding his face.
"Okay." Ian knew what he meant and did it.
Cedric's finger pad pressed a little harder and then he heard him say, "now relax."
A lustful sound surprised Ian when it came out of his own mouth.
Cedric's digit entered him the moment he relaxed without any resistance, his body welcoming the new sensation.
They both held still of a second.
"Still okay?"
Ian nodded. "Yeah. That's strange, but in a good way."
Swiveling his digit a bit while slowly fucking his way deeper and deeper into Ian, Cedric never let up in telling him how good Ian felt and how hard he was only thinking about what it would be like to be inside Ian.
Ian was getting off on that tender voice alone, making sure that Ian always knew that Cedric was into this and was relishing in what was happening between them as much as he himself.
So he still loved his partner talking to him, even under the new circumstances. It was always nice not being the only one talking during sex and the feedback loop the communication tended to create was often the basis for real good sex.
He had more or less silent encounters that rocked his world, but he couldn't deny to be a talkative guy.
When Cedric finally found the light swell of an aroused prostate, Ian arched his back with a low groan.
"Fuck, that feels good," he panted when he felt the finger pass over the same spot again and again. "Oh, fuck, yes."
When the finger went away and in more or less the same instant two fingers returned to the task, Ian gasped and squirmed and only realized a bit later that he started to fuck himself on these two finger deliberately, his knees hiked up high, his elbows supporting his weight again, his head hanging back in abandonment.
"Do you think you can take another finger?"
The words made hot and cold shivers run down his extremities, making it nearly impossible to get the 'yes' out there.
But he wanted this so much it hurt. And he realized in that moment that it wasn't about the thrill to finally trying out all his fantasies with a man. He couldn't deny the fact any longer. The deep longing was for Cedric and not the new experience.
Another day, another chapter!
Are they never going to come out of bed?
Uuhh, not the the foreseeable future ;-)
Hope you still enjoy Cedric's and Ian's story!