Valor on the Move

With Rafa whimpering and shaking, Shane leaned back and spit on his hole. For some reason spitting seemed so dirty, and Rafa’s dick twitched as Shane did it again and he felt the splat of saliva and heard the sound. Then Shane licked into him, burying his face in Rafa’s ass, spreading him with strong hands. Rafa’s mouth was open as he groaned, rubbing his cheek against the sheets and closing his eyes.

When Shane backed off, Rafa couldn’t hold in a whine. Shane chuckled softly. “Don’t worry. There’s more. You want more?”

“Yes. Everything. All of it. All of you. Now.”

“Patience, Grasshopper.”

With gentle hands, Shane urged him over onto his back, sliding a pillow beneath Rafa’s hips and spreading his legs wide, his hands on Rafa’s knees. Splayed out like that, maybe Rafa should have felt silly, but as he watched Shane’s hungry gaze travel over him, he felt good. Powerful. Wanted. And not just for sex. Wanted for so much more. Shane had planned to move to the other side of the world for the chance to be with him.

“You really want me.” It wasn’t a question this time.

Shane’s gaze snapped up to meet Rafa’s, and he stroked his palms over Rafa’s parted thighs. “More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.” He reached over to the bedside table and fished out a bottle of lube from the drawer. He squeezed a dollop onto his fingers and pushed the tip of one into Rafa’s ass. “Want to see your face while I stretch you.” He pushed more. “Want to see you open for me.” He thrust with that finger, and Rafa gasped. “How does it feel?”

“Hot. Like…burning. Hurts a little. But don’t stop.”

“It’ll get better.” Shane caressed Rafa’s hair with his free hand. “I’ll make it good for you, baby. Just relax for me, okay?” He worked in a second finger and groaned. “You’re so tight.”

“Is it going to fit?” The question slipped out before Rafa could stop it, and his cheeks burned.

But Shane only smiled tenderly, his fingers still exploring Rafa’s ass. “It’ll fit. And when you’re used to it, I’m going to pound your ass so hard. Going to make you feel it for days. You want that?”

“Yes. God, yes.” Rafa’s mouth was so dry, and he swallowed convulsively. “Want that now.” He squeezed around Shane’s fingers, and Shane groaned.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He leaned over, his fingers still in Rafa’s ass, and kissed him messily.

Rafa could taste a musky bit of himself lingering on Shane’s tongue, and it made his balls prickle. “Please, Shane. I’m ready.”

Shane nuzzled his cheek. “Don’t want to hurt you.” He edged in a third finger, and Rafa tensed. Even though he’d done it to himself, it wasn’t the same as having someone else do it. Shane was going deeper, and the burn merged with pain. “Breathe,” Shane urged. “I’ve got you. Won’t give you more than you can take.”

Inhaling through his nose, Rafa exhaled, concentrating on relaxing his bunched muscles. “Want your cock, Shane. I’ve waited so long.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Smiling, Shane kissed his lips lightly. “You’re going to get it.” He slid his fingers out, and squeezed more lube into his hand.

Rafa could barely blink, his eyes glued to Shane’s cock as Shane slicked it up, sitting back on his heels between Rafa’s spread legs.

It was actually happening.

Nervous anticipation ricocheted through Rafa. He’d wanted this for years—since he was old enough to know it was possible. That it would be with a man he loved so damn much made it more perfect than he’d dared imagine. His breath caught, and his eyes burned.

Wiping his hand on one of the white towels they’d brought from the bathroom, Shane froze and peered at him closely. Leaning over him, he brushed his knuckles over Rafa’s cheek. “What is it?”

“I’m happy. Sorry. Apparently I get choked up when I’m really, really happy.”

Shane’s cheeks creased as he smiled. “Don’t ever be sorry for that.” He kissed Rafa’s nose, and then pushed Rafa’s knees up and back, hooking his legs over his shoulders. “Breathe for me.”

As the blunt head of Shane’s slick cock breached him, the burn was intense—way more than he’d ever felt from fingers. Rafa bit his lip, trying to breathe through the sensation of being torn in half. He clutched Shane’s arms, the muscles flexing under his fingers. He squeezed his eyes shut.

“Look at me.”

Rafa did as he was told, and met Shane’s steady gaze.

Shane pushed in, sweat gathering on his brow. “That’s it, baby. Breathe. Relax.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have, but Rafa loved it when Shane called him that. He felt warm and safe and cared for. He took a gulping gasp of air, and as he blew it out, Shane slid farther into him.

Inch by inch, it got easier, and Rafa’s softening cock started to fill again. Looking down, he realized Shane was all the way inside him, his hips against Rafa’s ass. Shane’s cock was like an iron brand searing him, and Rafa tipped his head back on the pillow, his mouth open.