And he’d continually held off to protect him.
Now with his dick soapy, slick, and Ethan wanting him…
This was going to take everything he had to stay on that course and not do something they might regret.
Hurting Ethan wasn’t an option.
Not in this lifetime.
Not for his own pleasure.
Gene put his dominant first, as a rule, but he protected Ethan because he feared him getting turned off from a dick in his ass.
Then what?
He couldn’t lose him.
“You know what I want, Gene,” Ethan said, wishing he’d never stated that Gene was too big, and that he wouldn’t fit in his ass.
That bit him in…well, the ass.
Gene had very few choices. Ethan was drawing the line, and that meant he had to dance on it.
With his dick.
“We can go a little further,” Gene whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
Ethan just wanted that feeling again.
He wanted to feel Gene buried in him as his body was forced into absolute pleasure.
At Christmas, Gene had put the tip of his dick in him, and it had been orgasmic.
He knew it would only be better if he just filled him. Yes, it would hurt, but that didn’t matter.
Not now.
All Ethan wanted was to get past this so they could have a normal sex life where he didn’t hesitate.
Where he didn’t overthink.
It was time to compromise, and Ethan knew it. Gene was uncomfortable, and he didn’t want that either.
They’d get there.
Eventually.
“Deal,” he said. “I want you in my ass, Gene. Cum in me.”
That was all he had to say.
Spinning him around, he pressed Ethan to the wall, and he had his rock-hard erection back between his cheeks.
God.
This was both Heaven and Hell.
What to do?
