ML - chapter 46

As soon as the front door closed behind them, Blake began kissing Atticus furiously. A hot tongue inserted itself between Blake’s lips, and he groaned into his boyfriend’s mouth. Atticus was pinned against the door, his fingers tangled in Blake’s hair as their hips ground together.

Atticus gasped as he felt Blake’s hand slip down his trousers and boxers to grab his ass. “Getting a little handsy, aren’t we?”

Blake laughed, the sound low and deep as it reverberated against Atticus’s lips sending tingles down his spine as the hand on his ass gripped harder.

“Is this ok?” Blake asked hesitantly, unsure if he should continue. Atticus only giggled, pressing another kiss to his boyfriend’s lips before pulling back. “Absolutely. I do believe it’s only fair if I get to touch you too, though.”

Blake grinned, before picking his boyfriend up in a princess hold and carrying him up to his room, where he placed Atticus carefully down on the bed, and stripped off his shirt. Atticus’s eyes roamed over Blake’s torso, licking his lips automatically when his gaze reached the bulge in his jeans.

“I swear to god if you make some comment about liking what I see, I won’t have sex with you,” he said with a laugh as Blake beamed at him. “How did you know what I was going to say?”

Atticus rolled his eyes, grabbing his boyfriend by the hips and dragging him closer. “Because it’s such a smug dicky thing to say, and I bet you’d love to make that comment at least once in your life.”

Blake barked out a laugh which dissolved into a moan when Atticus moved forwards to sit on his lap, grinding into his erection with his ass. “I really fancy getting those clothes off you,” Blake huffed out between more kisses.

Atticus giggled, trailing his hands down Blake’s torso until he met the button of his jeans. “Let’s not waste any more time then, shall we?” As Atticus began to undo his own trousers, Blake grabbed his hand, looking into his eyes.

“You do want this, yeah? You have to tell me if at any point you change your mind, ok?” Atticus smiled affectionately, cupping his boyfriend’s cheek and pecking him lightly on the lips. “I do want this. Do you want this?” Blake laughed, grabbing Atticus’s waist and hugging him tightly.

“I really do.”

Atticus kissed him again, more slowly and sweetly this time, before finishing undressing. Blake hurried to get his own clothes off, and suddenly they were sitting naked in front of each other. “Nice dick,” Atticus said with a giggle. Blake couldn’t help the blush that rose in his face at the statement, and he couldn’t stop looking at his boyfriend’s dick either.

“I’ve never been this nervous to have sex before, why am I so nervous now?” Blake said, his voice a little shaky. Atticus moved closer, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck. “Hey, it’s totally ok to be nervous - I’m nervous too. But, we’re safe, and we can stop at any point if one of us isn’t enjoying it, or if we’re too nervous. Ok?”

Blake nodded, forever grateful to have Atticus by his side. As Blake reached into his nightstand for lube and condoms, a thought suddenly occurred to Atticus. “Hang on, have you ever had gay sex before?”

Blake turned back to look at him, smiling sheepishly. “No, but I, uh, did some research?” Atticus giggled, kissing Blake again. “Have you ever…?” Blake asked. Atticus pulled back, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression before it landed on blank calmness.

“No. Kind of? Not really.”

Quirking his eyebrow at the response, Blake decided to file that away for later - talking about each other’s experiences was important, but right now they were both horny and had only one thing on their minds.

Kissing his boyfriend once more, Atticus grinned impishly. “I happen to have suspected this might happen today, and prepared in advance,” he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Blake laughed, kissing his neck.

Wanting to check the tightness of Atticus to ensure he’d fit, as a rather large guy, Blake carefully inserted a few fingers. As Atticus had said, he was fairly loose already, and after just a moment, Blake removed his fingers.

“What position are we doing this in?”

“You’re playing this out step by step aren’t you,” Atticus giggled, taking the condom from his boyfriend’s hand and placing it on his dick properly. “I’m game for anything, so long as it’s not too weird,” Atticus said, biting on Blake’s lower lip gently.

Blake groaned, unable to hold himself back for any longer. He flipped Atticus down on the bed, holding his legs and caressing his thighs gently with his thumbs. “Last chance to back out.” Atticus giggled once more, reaching out to touch Blake’s hand.

“Just hurry up and fuck me!”

“Oh, I plan to,” Blake said with a grin, as he lined himself up with his boyfriend’s entrance. Slowly and carefully, he eased inside Atticus’s cavern, grunting as his walls squeezed Blake deliciously. He checked to see how Atticus was holding up, and while he looked completely calm, Blake knew him well enough to see the pain etched in the tightness of his brows.

“Does it really hurt? I can pull out?” Atticus shook his head, reaching out to grip Blake’s hand. “It’s fine, just give me a moment to get used to it,” he said, biting his lip slightly. Blake found it too adorable to resist, and leant down to kiss his soft lips.

After another moment, Blake had the OK to move, and he slowly pulled back, only to thrust in again. After a few more thrusts, Blake could immediately sense something was wrong with Atticus.

His face was contorted, but not with pain.

Atticus was terrified.