His thumb circled the head of my cock before giving me one unhurried stroke from base to tip, coaxing a needy sound from my throat. I whimpered against his chest, still suckling but now distracted, hips moving of their own accord.
"That’s it," he murmured. "Show me. Let me see what you like."
His other hand wandered, trailing from my hair down my spine, then curving forward to toy with my nipple. The light pinch sent a bolt of pleasure straight to my cock, sharp and bright.
"Your body is a temple," Ezra said, his voice thicker now, roughened by desire. "And I intend to worship properly."
He palmed my balls gently next, his fingers weighing them like something fragile and precious.
"These aren’t a weakness," he whispered. "They’re your power. Life lives here." His fingers moved in lazy circles, caressing tender skin that made me tremble. "Your seed is sacred, Micah. A gift. When you give it to me, it’s an offering. A form of praise more honest than any psalm."
He rolled them slowly between his fingers, the tender pressure making me moan. The way he handled me—like my pleasure was holy drew me deeper into the trance of it all.
"Never be ashamed of what your body gives," he said, eyes on mine. "Your cum is your prayer. Your ecstasy, your confession."
His hand returned to my cock, stroking once. Firm, reverent, claiming.
"Your body is a revelation," he murmured. "And I was made to worship it."
When his fingertips finally reached my entrance, circling the tight ring of muscle without penetrating, I moaned loudly around his nipple. There was a faint ache from the night before, not quite soreness but enough to remind me how much I had already given him. The gentle pressure promised more to come, a future of pleasures I had been taught were forbidden.
"This is a holy place too," he said, his finger pressing slightly, not entering but making his presence known. "There's nothing sinful about pleasure, Micah. Nothing dirty about desire."
His words washed over me like a benediction, baptizing me in a new gospel. One that sanctified what had been condemned, that blessed what had once been cursed. I sucked harder at his nipple, desperate to draw more of him into me, to take more, to be closer.
"We'll explore all of it," he promised, still circling my entrance while his other hand continued to stroke my cock. "Every inch of your body will know pleasure. Every part of you will be worshipped as it deserves."
He reached for the lubricant, coating his fingers in a generous layer before returning to me. This time the pressure came with intent. The tip of his finger breached me slowly, deliberately. I tensed on instinct, then remembered his instructions from the night before.
"Breathe," he reminded me. "Push out against me."
I obeyed, focusing on relaxing the muscles that wanted to seize around him. His finger slid inside, the stretch sharper than I remembered, but not unwelcome. The ache melted into something deeper as he found that place inside me, the one that made everything else fall away.
His hand on my cock, his finger moving inside me, the way he touched me like I was sacred—each sensation built on the last until the pleasure turned sharp around the edges.
"That's it," he murmured, voice rich with approval. "Your body knows what it needs."
He worked me open slowly, adding a second finger only when I was ready. The stretch burned at first, but he was careful, scissoring them apart. I cried out against his chest and clung to him tighter.
When he introduced a small vibrator, my body tensed. It looked harmless enough in his hand, but my entrance clenched instinctively at the sight of it.
"This will prepare you," Ezra said, his voice a low rumble near my ear. "It’s different from fingers. More intense."
The cool silicone pressed against me, startling in contrast to the warmth of his hands. My breath caught as the smooth, unyielding head began to breach me. The stretch was immediate. It didn’t mold to me like his fingers had. This was firmer, demanding my body adjust to it instead of the other way around.
"Oh God," I gasped, nails digging crescents into his shoulder. "It’s so... different."
"Breathe through it," he murmured, pushing it in slowly. "Your body will learn."
The fullness was sharp at first, almost too much. The toy reached places his fingers hadn’t, and my muscles fluttered between resistance and surrender.
"Good boy," he said, once it was seated fully inside me. The praise soothed the burn, anchoring me.
"Now," he added, with a note of anticipation in his voice, "let’s see how you respond to this."
The first vibration pulsed through me like lightning. My back arched, and a strangled cry ripped from my throat. Whathad been a passive presence inside me suddenly came alive, humming straight against that sacred spot he’d touched before.
"FUCK!" The word tore out of me, raw and involuntary. My body convulsed against him, overwhelmed. The sensation rode every nerve ending. My cock jerked without warning, smearing pre-cum across my stomach in thick, desperate pulses. I hadn’t even been touched.
