Page 54 of Offensive Edge
Rowan wasn’t a stranger to ass play, but until this moment, it had been solo. He was familiar with the feeling in theory, but in practice, having Theo’s thick fingers teasing him open was something different altogether.
“How are you doing?” Theo asked, dropping a kiss to Rowan’s shoulder. He settled in next to Rowan as he continued his ministrations, and it felt good to have Theo right there, next to him.
“Feels good,” Rowan said, looking over at Theo, who looked like he was in no rush. He kept at it, adding fingers as he went, until he had Rowan making little involuntary mewling sounds. Rowan’s shoulder and cheek were collecting wet kiss marks, since Theo couldn’t keep his mouth off of him.
Finally, Rowan couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m ready,” he said, his body feeling ten degrees hotter than normal. Theo had skipped the overhead light for the warm yellow light of the side table lamps, and it wasn’t candlelight, but it still felt romantic.
“Still want to be on your stomach?”
“No,” Rowan said without hesitation.
Theo slid his fingers free, giving his butt a little pat as he flipped over. Theo was on his knees, a condom in one hand. His erection was making Rowan’s mouth water. That was going to beinhim.
“Alright, condom, then more lube, then we’re ready to rock.”
Rowan didn’t know what to do with his hands, and they ended up on his ribs.
“Touch yourself for me,” Theo said, his voice pitched lower than normal, and fuck. He was right. Rowan was aware of his dirty talk. He wrapped a hand loosely around his erection as Theo rolled the condom on himself and drizzled a little more lube on. “Fuck, you look good. I’m going to fuck you so good, baby.”
Rowan didn’t know what to say to that. He just spread his legs to accommodate Theo as he inched closer and sat back on his heels, rubbing a couple of fingers over Rowan’s hole again. Rowan shivered.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” Rowan said, and Theo lined up the blunt head of his cock against Rowan and pushed in until just the head was in. “Fuck.”
“Is that okay?”
“Keep going,” Rowan said. He knew the feeling of the stretch wasn’t always super comfortable, but it was worth it to keep going. Now, knowing it was Theo instead of a dildo pushing into him, it would be even more worth it.
Rowan had his legs draped over Theo’s thighs, and as Theo inched his way in bit by bit, he slowly bent over Rowan, sweeping his messy bangs off his forehead. Theo was inside of him. It felt like the only important thing in the world.
Rowan used both hands to pull Theo in for a kiss. He whimpered into it as Theo moved, just adjusting slightly. Theo hummed his own enjoyment against Rowan’s lips, then pulled out ever so slightly before sinking back into him. The tiny movement felt momentous to him. Dry humping, handjobs, blowjobs; they were all great. But Rowan had never felt the depth of connection to anyone like this before.
Theo snuck a hand onto Rowan’s lower back, lifting his hips up a bit, making their bodies meet in the most delicious way. Rowan felt like he should be doing something here, but he could barely think.
“Fuck, you take my cock so good, baby, look at you,” Theo said, his voice a deep throaty whisper right into Rowan’s ear. He couldn’t look at himself, but he was glad Theo was enjoying this as much as Rowan was. He wrapped his arms around Theo’s shoulders and held on.
The feeling of their two bodies moving together, sparking pleasure through Rowan’s entire body, was a revelation. The planets were realigning. This was what he was supposed to be feeling every day of the past eight years, while his soul knew something crucial was missing.
Theo kept up his steady pace, fucking into him while they held on to each other, Rowan’s erection getting friction from Theo’s stomach. This was so much more than just chasing an orgasm. He felt like he was tying himself to Theo, giving him something wild and precious. He had already lasted longer than he thought he would, and he couldn’t hold out anymore.
“Teddy, I’m close,” he whispered, and got one last kiss before Theo pushed himself back up on his knees. He held on to Rowan’s hips firmly, and their sweet intimacy morphed into something more animal. Rowan got his hand on his dick, trying to stroke himself in time with Theo’s thrusts, and it wasn’t long until Rowan was coming in thick white pulses across his abdomen.
Theo pulled out and ripped the condom off, his movements frantic now that he was so close, and came, letting his own ejaculate mix with Rowan’s on his chest.
Theo was panting, his eyes softly closed, before he gave Rowan one more kiss, and got up to get a washcloth for Rowan. Theo didn’t seem to be bothered by come on his skin, but he knew Rowan couldn’t stand it, and always made it his priority to make sure he cleaned Rowan up as soon as possible.
This time, the warm washcloth that Theo brought back from the bathroom didn’t only sweep over his chest and stomach. Theo also made sure to get the excess lube from between his legs. Theoretically mortifying. Kind of sweet when it was Theo, though.
Theo nudged Rowan over a bit as he climbed into bed, pulling the comforter over them, and letting Rowan cuddle up in his arms. Theo pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“How did you like your deflowering?”
Rowan rolled his eyes. He knew Theo couldn’t see, but he would still know.
“It was perfect.”
“Good, baby. It was perfect for me, too.”
