Page 109 of Two for Roughing

“Why not?” Kilian drew slow circles around Damir’s hole with his slicked-up fingers.

“This may come as a shock to you, but most men don’t look at me and think ‘bottom.’”

As punishment for the snark, Kilian bit Damir’s thigh.

Damir’s hips squirmed away, his cock grazing Kilian’s jaw.

Kilian hid a smile in his skin. So Damir didn’t enjoy pain himself, though he knew how to make it hurt just right for Kilian. He really did want to be treated gently.

He kissed up the line of Damir’s inner thigh gently as he eased the first finger in. The second followed as he licked down the other side, then started moving both fingers steadily.

Chancing a look up at Damir’s face, Kilian found him watching intensely, as though he wanted to remember everything Kilian did.

“I guess this will be a first for both of us,” Kilian blurted out.

Damir’s face melted into a smile. “Come up here.”

Kilian pulled his fingers free and scrambled to obey.

Damir grasped both sides of Kilian’s face gently and pulled him into a soft, devastating kiss. When he decided he was done—how, Kilian had no idea; he never wanted to be done—he said, “You should fuck me now.”

“Are you sure you’re ready? I mean, I’m not that big, but—”

“You’ve taken me with less prep.”

“Yeah, well, I like when it hurts.”

Damir stroked across Kilian’s cheek again. “I can take it. Please, Kilian.”

There was a short break while Kilian struggled to open the condom with one hand covered in lube. Damir had to help him and then rolled it onto Kilian’s cock himself. On the one hand, it was a good idea because Kilian had never had to put on a condom before and would certainly fuck it up. On the other, Damir’s hand stroking down his aching, erect cock felt too good for comfort. The way he roughly pulled aside Kilian’s lace panties, fitting his cock through the leg hole, also didn’t help.

When they had sex before, Kilian’s main focus had rarely been on his own cock. Finding the right position to angle himself and sink into Damir lit up bright new pathways in the animal part of Kilian’s brain always on the hunt for pleasure.

It reminded him of the night in his awful San Francisco apartment when Damir had sucked him off so good he’d come in two minutes flat. The constriction of Damir’s hole around Kilian left him lightheaded and panting as he bottomed out.

“Are you okay?” he remembered to ask.

“Fine,” Damir said tersely.

“Damir—”

“Just give me a moment.”

So, Kilian gave him a moment, silently counting backward from a hundred in steps of five as he clung to sanity.

A small eternity later, Damir said, “All right, you can move.”

When Kilian did, Damir drew in a sharp, shaky breath, and Kilian stilled immediately again.

“No, keep—keep going.”

Kilian slowed his movements, a gentle rocking instead of the crazed thrusts his body tried to goad him into. God, it felt amazing, but he was so glad he didn’t usually do this; the control it took was breathtaking.

“Does it feel—”

Damir smiled up at him and stroked Kilian’s hair out of his eyes. “Good. You feel good.”

Kilian lost control for a second and thrust harder, forcing a stuttered breath out of Damir’s lungs. “Sorry, sorry.”