The incoherence is deeply satisfying. I find a rhythm, my fingers working inside Asher while my mouth moves on hiscock. It's a lot to coordinate, but the feedback from Asher's body makes it worth the effort.
"Wait," Asher says suddenly, his voice strained. "Stop, or I'm going to come."
Pride blooms in my chest at the admission. "Fast learner," I say with a grin.
"Clearly," Asher agrees, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "But maybe slow down a bit? I still need more preparation."
"Right," I nod, reaching for the lube again. "Three fingers?"
"Yes," Asher confirms, settling back against the pillows. "And maybe just fingers for now? Your mouth is... distracting."
I laugh, the sound easing some of the tension in the room. "Too distracting?"
"In the best possible way," Asher assures me. "But I need to focus on relaxing, and that's hard to do when your mouth is doing what it was just doing."
I add more lube, then return to my task, this time with three fingers pressing against Asher's entrance.
The resistance is greater, and Asher's face tightens momentarily in discomfort. "Slow," he instructs. "It's been a while."
I ease back, applying gentler pressure. "Sorry," I murmur. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. Just need to take it slow."
We work together, me carefully increasing the pressure while Asher focuses on relaxing. Gradually, his body accepts the intrusion, three fingers now moving more easily inside him.
"That's it," he encourages. "Spread your fingers a bit, stretch me."
I comply, watching how Asher's face changes with each movement of my fingers.
"How does it feel?" I ask, genuinely curious. "Having someone inside you like this?"
Asher considers the question, his expression thoughtful. "Full," he says finally. "And vulnerable, but in a good way. Like... surrendering, but knowing you're safe."
The description feels unexpectedly poetic.
"I think I'm ready," Asher says after a few more minutes of preparation. "Are you?"
I nod, my mouth too dry for words. I've never wanted anything more in my life than I want this moment, this connection.
"Condom," he reminds me, nodding toward the foil packet on the nightstand.
My hands shake slightly as I tear it open. I've put on condoms before, but never with an audience, never with someone watching me with such heated anticipation. I roll the latex over my aching cock, the sensation almost too much after so long without direct stimulation.
"How do you want me?" Asher asks, his voice husky.
The question catches me off guard. I haven't thought about positions, about the mechanics of how this will work. "I... don't know," I admit. "What's easiest for your first time?"
"Foryourfirst time," Asher corrects gently. "I've done this before, remember?"
"Right," I nod, feeling oddly jealous. "What would you recommend then?"
"On your back might be best," Asher suggests. "That way I can control the pace, make sure we don't go too fast."
The mental image of Asher above me, taking control, makes my cock twitch. "Yeah. I want to watch you."
Asher's smile is slow and heated. "I was hoping you'd say that."
We rearrange ourselves, me lying back against the pillows while Asher straddles me. The position puts his body on full display—the lean muscles of his thighs, the flat plane of his stomach, the hard line of his cock curved up toward his navel.
