“Oh yeah.” Dustin went predictably boneless as soon as Wes got the lube and condoms out. Man, he was so much fun to rile up. “Should I flip?”
“Love that you asked for permission.” Wes gave him another quick lick on the head of his cock. “But no, not yet. Want to see your face while I finger you.”
“Then I want to look at you too.” Dustin pointed at Wes’s pants. “Come on, give me some motivation here.”
“You need motivating to get fucked, reckon I’m doing something wrong,” Wes grumbled even as he went ahead and shimmied out of his pants. The nakedness was probably unavoidable if they were going to fuck, but that didn’t make him like it any more. Dustin reached for his cock, but Wes batted his hand away. “None of that.”
He moved between Dustin’s spread legs, grabbing the lube bottle. Then because he couldn’t resist, he bent forward, licking Dustin’s balls before allowing his tongue to wander farther south.
“Oh fuck. Love that.” Dustin’s voice was hoarse. He was the only guy Wes had rimmed, but he already knew he fucking loved doing this. The sounds Dustin made were unreal—little moans and whines, strangled sounds like he just couldn’t help himself. He lapped at Dustin’s rim, teasing and sucking, getting him soft and slick before he added a finger to the game. He’d seen in porn sometimes guys fucking a finger in alongside their tongue, and he wanted to try that. The angle was a bit difficult to figure out, but the more he licked, the more Dustin writhed, making Wes bolder and more confident.
“Fuck. Fuck. Feels so good,” Dustin panted once Wes finally got finger and tongue coordinated, working the finger in deeper while his tongue continued to flick and dance.
“Ready for two?” Wes pulled back from his oral assault, getting his fingers slick with lube.
“Ready for you,” Dustin countered, pupils large and glassy, like Wes was a drug and he was desperate for his next hit. Fuck. Wes could drown in that look. Dustin fumbled around with his hand until he connected with the condom box, shoving it at Wes. “Come on.”
Asking if Dustin was sure was only going to piss him off, but the question hung on Wes’s tongue nonetheless. The moment seemed to loom large between them, a new line they were about to cross. Or maybe that was just him. He’d never been here before, never had a guy all splayed out before him, begging for Wes’s cock, never felt this powerful and vulnerable at the same time.
“First time for everything.” Dustin grinned at him, and it hit Wes how this really was a first for both of them.
We’ll always be able to share this. No matter what happens, we’ll have had this. Somehow, knowing that settled him. They were in this thing together.
Chapter Seventeen
Dustin’s head spun, and the tightness in his abs was making it hard to breathe, but he’d never wanted anything more than Wes’s nod. And when Wes said, “Roll,” Dustin felt the command all the way to his balls.
Wes was nervous, that much was clear from the tension around his eyes and mouth and the way he’d been reluctant to tell Dustin that this was his first time topping. However, his nerves didn’t seep into his voice, which as always just did it for Dustin, all Southern and bossy. He loved the way Wes gave orders, like he was giving Dustin a privilege, trusting him to meet his requirements, like Dustin was lucky to get his commands. Which he was. So damn fortunate to be here, even if he was going to have to pay for it later.
But he wasn’t going to think about that. Wasn’t going to think about anything other than how badly he wanted Wes. He’d meant it when he said that he wanted Wes to be the one—he couldn’t imagine being here with anyone else.
Wes fiddled with the condom box, and Dustin hesitated before rolling. “You want me to show you—”
“I’ve got it,” Wes said curtly. “Now flip or I’ll think you’re the one changing your mind.”
Dustin considered protesting—now that he knew this was Wes’s first time too, his fantasy had shifted from hard, fast, and filthy as fuck to something softer, something where he could watch Wes’s face. But then Wes slapped his thigh playfully, and electricity zoomed up his spine. He wanted more of those possessive, aggressive touches. Filthy it is.
He rolled to his knees, letting his head hang forward. Just like when Wes had had him over the couch, there was nothing quite like being bent over and displayed for chasing every other pesky thought out of his head. Rustling sounded behind him as Wes opened the condom, then a curse as he undoubtedly discovered just how fiddly they could be to roll on. Still though, Dustin trusted him to get it right, and he waited, drifting on a cloud of anticipation.