Page 22 of New Beginning

Mikkel threw back the covers and Teddy crawled in next to him. Mikkel pushed Teddy down, then put a hand on his neck, gently holding him in place as he lowered his mouth. When Teddy felt Mikkel’s lips graze his, he moaned. His tongue darted out, pushed into Mikkel’s mouth and then they were kissing properly and Teddy fell into bliss.

The kiss went on and on and Teddy could have almost cried with happiness.

“Such a good boy,” Mikkel said quietly and Teddy’s already hard cock somehow went even harder.

The moment Mikkel released his neck, Teddy crawled on top of him, kissing his way down Mikkel’s throat, before dragging his lips along his collarbone. Mikkel had his hands on Teddy’s back, drawing patterns with his fingers, breathing so heavily that Teddy rose and fell on his chest.

He trailed his tongue down Mikkel’s breastbone and when he scraped his teeth over a nipple, Mikkel arched off the bed. Mikkel slid his hands inside Teddy’s sleep shorts onto his backside and Teddy closed his mouth over the nipple and sucked. Then did the same to the other one.

“Teddy!”

Mikkel was naked. Teddy could feel his cock pressing against his stomach, the head wet with precome. Mikkel seemed determined Teddy got naked too and as he dragged the shorts down his legs, Teddy wriggled free of them, only to be pulled back up the bed so Mikkel could kiss him again. That was more than fine. Teddy’s head was swimming with lust.

He felt a finger slide between his legs, then brush over his hole and he tensed.

“Okay?” Mikkel asked.

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. Mikkel circled his finger—where had that lube come from? —over and over and he was so careful and slow that Teddy could feel his balls tightening as the need to come grew stronger. The sounds coming from his mouth in between kisses were uncomprehensible and became louder when Mikkel’s finger was inside him, working him open. Teddy rocked against him, pushing his cock onto Mikkel’s muscular stomach, making it slide against Mikkel’s dick.

Which was big. He wasn’t sure he wanted to see how big. Better not to know. Because Teddy knew where he wanted it and he didn’t want to panic and think it wouldn’t fit and end up apologising for… Oh God.

Mikkel’s finger brushed his prostate. Teddy cried out as his vision blurred and pleasure took over.

“You’re so good,” Mikkel whispered between kisses. “Such a good boy.”

No one had ever spoken to him like that. Teddy hadn’t thought he’d like being told that, but he did.

And he liked it when Mikkel flipped them over so Teddy lay on his back with his knees up and legs spread. Mikkel was at his side, still kissing him but with two fingers inside him now.

“I want you,” Teddy managed to say and Mikkel pulled back breathing heavily.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

He’d never done this without a condom but then he’d not been dead when he’d done this before. Mikkel slipped a hand under his arse and lifted him, then lined himself up and pushed against the entrance to Teddy’s body.

Oh fuck. He is big. Teddy’s body locked up in a mixture of pain and pleasure. That was fine. Pleasure would win. He pressed his lips together to stop himself from crying out, then was forced to suck in air.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Mikkel said.

“You’re not.”

Though the pressure was immense. Teddy felt as if he was being split open but he knew Mikkel wouldn’t do that. He was so slow and careful, watching Teddy’s face all the time, pausing whenever Teddy tensed.

“I’m—”

“Going to keep going,” Teddy interrupted. “You feel good. Keep going. Please.”

Maybe Mikkel had needed the please because a moment later, he slid all the way in and they both froze.

“Halfway?” Teddy gasped, then grinned.

Mikkel laughed and started to move. Teddy just hung on to him, legs and arms, and went on the journey with him. It was glorious. The greatest fuck of his life. He was unravelling but not coming undone and he didn’t know if Mikkel was making that happen and he didn’t care as long as it went on and on.

Then Mikkel’s breathing turned ragged and his rhythm faltered, but he was still thrusting hard enough to make the bed creak, or something creak. Teddy didn’t even move a hand to his cock, the brush of Mikkel’s body was going to bring him off.