Page 80 of The Intimacy of Finding You

I was craving him.

The first push of his finger had me gasping and clutching the bedsheet with my free hand. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.”

“Shh, that’s it, baby. There you go. Open up for me, just relax.”

I did exactly as he said, groaning through every drag of his finger inside of me. I heard the lube opening again as he squirted some more, just before slowly, gently adding a second one.

“Bear down just a little bit. You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking good.”

His voice kept me afloat as I swam in the space between blissed out and fully aware, my hips starting to follow his movements. I met him with each thrust of his fingers, craving more and more with each one. There was barely even a burn after a second, just this overwhelmingly full feeling.

It felt so fucking good, I started to wonder why I’d never tried it for myself. But then he crooked his fingers and… “Woah! Holy fucking shit, fuck, fuck, fuck.” My back arched off the mattress, my cock twitching as pleasure exploded behind my eyelids. “Tobi, oh my god.”

“There it is.” He whispered, doing the same thing once again. “That’s what I wanted to find.”

Oh, he’d found it alright. He’d taken my soul with it, too.

By the time he had three fingers in me, his mouth was close to driving me over the edge, and I needed him. After all those years of withdrawn touches and hesitant forehead kisses where I wasn’t sure if he’d shy away, or if I’d hurt him or…or…something.

I just needed to feel him in the way I’d always craved him. Soul-deep. Bone-deep. Deep inside of me.

The ultimate vulnerability we’d never gotten to experience before.

The line we were both too afraid to cross.

The line I would’ve waited my entire life behind, but could finally, truly appreciate what it was like to be on the other side of. I needed Tobi to fill me. I needed Tobi to kiss me. I needed Tobi.

“Tobi, I’m ready. Please. I’m ready for you.”

He paused his fingers, using his thumb to stroke above my twitching hole. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been so fucking sure of something in my life. Aside from marrying you one day.”

I watched him as he slowly pulled his fingers away and sat up on his knees, pushing my legs further back. I could see his arm moving as he stroked himself, staring down at me. “God, you are so fuckin’ gorgeous, Callum.”

We watched each other, with our blushing cheeks and pounding hearts and a million unsaid ‘I love yous’ from the past. There was silence between us as we spoke with our hearts. As he coated his cock with lube and pressed himself against me. As he started to push into me, the burn and stretch damn near ruining me. As he took a deep breath in time with me, waiting for my body to relax.

I bore down, willing my body to take him in. And it did. Slowly. Gently. Inch by fucking inch, I could feel myself conform around him, his cock warm and thick. I gasped through each stretch of muscle, inviting the pangs of pleasure and slight pain that didn’t even bother me. Not at this point. Not when he was here, finally right where he belonged.

When his thighs met my ass, we both moaned in sync. I could feel his dick pulse inside of me as he lowered his head and closed his eyes, gripping my hips for dear life. I was so full. My ass was filled to the fucking brim, and my heart was pounding in time with his, and I knew our blood was doing the same. Flowing the same.

My cells had his name etched into them. I was made of him. For him.

We were connected, and we were one.

Tobi bent down, letting me wrap my legs around him as he pressed his forehead to mine. I breathed him in, taking that moment to really feel. To truly appreciate.

His first thrust had my eyes burning.

His second had me roaming my hands up and around his back, digging my nails into his skin.

His third had him gasping into my mouth.

His fourth tasted like our combined tears.

I took his tears and gave him mine as he rocked his hips into me, his cock driving me further and further away from this world and into a whole new one we didn’t even know the name of. But it was ours. We were finally here. Finally together.

Home.