He kept Alexander’s tongue trapped, sucking greedily before reluctantly letting go. Alexander hesitated, then reached for the lube he’d left on the nightstand and handed it over.
“Know how to use it?”
Kalix’s face burned. He knew he was flushed, could feel the heat radiating from his neck.
“If not—”
Alexander started to sit up, but Kalix hastily pressed a hand to his shoulder.
“I do! I know!”
Shit. He straddled Alexander’s legs, spreading them wide, and gripped the firm thighs. The muscles tensed under his fingers, leaving red imprints—his fingerprints.
Kalix poured lube onto his hand, slicking it first over Alexander’s erection, then slowly lower. He stroked the twitching length a few times before shifting his attention to the hole beneath. The muscles there clenched at his touch.
“If it hurts or—”
Kalix started by massaging the area gently.
“Tell me.”
His fingers circled, then one slipped inside. Alexander’s thighs stiffened. Too tight. Even one finger felt like a struggle. Kalix was the one doing the touching, but it was him who felt overwhelmed by the sensation.
He tried to soothe him, rubbing the tense thighs, but when he wrapped his free hand around Alexander’s shaft, the internal grip only tightened further. Frustrated, Kalix leaned down and pressed kisses to the lower abdomen. He wanted to take the shaft into his mouth again, but he knew he’d get scolded. He hadn’t been cursed at by Alexander yet, but he could sense it coming if he pushed further.
He crooked his finger inside, pressing against the inner walls, and the resistance eased—sort of. Or maybe it didn’t. He had no idea. Stealing a glance at Alexander’s face, he saw the other man breathing hard, so he added a second finger.
The hole stretched around them, biting down. Alexander’s expression twisted—part discomfort, part something else—as the knuckle caught and slipped inside. The lube made entry smooth, but the foreignness was unmistakable.
“Just… do it already?”
Kalix froze. They’d only just gotten two fingers in, and that tone—like he just wanted to get it over with—stung.
“It won’t work.”
Hurting him was out of the question. Kalix had no experience, but he knew you needed proper prep. And since he wasn’t allowed to use his mouth… he’d have to try another way.
“Uncomfortable?”
He pushed his fingers deeper, twisting his wrist. Alexander’s legs tried to close, but Kalix hooked one over his shoulder and kissed the inner thigh. When he bit down near the knee and ground his fingers inside, Alexander’s heel twitched against his back, the leg locking up.
“Hurt?”
He checked immediately, afraid he’d gone too far, but Alexander only shook his head, lips pressed tight.
“A little.”
The breathless admission made Kalix pause. He rubbed the same spot again, and Alexander turned his head, teeth grinding. The inner walls had relaxed somewhat. Adding a third finger, he felt Alexander’s breath hitch.
“Far?”
Why does he talk about his own body like that? Like it wasn’t his. Like he wasn’t here. Kalix kissed the thigh again, palming the shaft broadly. The internal muscles clenched in response.
“Just a little more.”
He added more lube, staring at the hole. Even the way it gripped just his fingers looked strained—flushed and twitching with every shallow thrust. Kalix forced himself to look away, biting down on Alexander’s thigh as he withdrew his fingers.
“What—”
Alexander’s gaze snapped to him, and Kalix quickly slicked his own erection, lining up against the hole. The tip brushed against the trembling ring, sending heat rushing to his scalp.
“I’m putting it in.”
“Wait—wait a second—”
Kalix gripped Alexander’s waist with one hand, lacing their fingers with the other.
“It’s—”
He’d thought he’d prepped him enough, but even as he pushed in slowly, the resistance was relentless.
“Don’t—nngh—put it all in—”
At that, Kalix stopped, only the head breaching the hole. Just that much, and the way the inner walls clamped around him was maddening.
“Ah… Sasha.”
He brought Alexander’s hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles.
“Sasha, what do I do.”
Alexander’s face twisted—part pain, part something raw—before softening as their eyes met.
“Why… why?”
His free hand reached up, cupping Kalix’s face.
“Sasha.”
“You want to stop? Why—”
Panic flared. The moment Alexander’s body relaxed, Kalix instinctively tightened his grip on the waist and shoved himself deeper.
“Ah—fuck—!”
The sudden intrusion made Alexander’s head jerk back. Kalix pressed his lips to the exposed tendon of his throat, the way the inner walls fluttered around him almost painful in its intensity.
“Sasha.”
He pulled back slightly, watching a bead of sweat roll down Alexander’s neck.
“Can’t you… just let me?”
After a beat, Alexander turned his head, meeting his gaze.
“You—I—”
Kalix kissed the furrowed brow, then the cheek where another drop fell.
“Sasha.”
“I want to cry more than you do. Really.”
Alexander still pulled him closer, patting his back reassuringly. The shift made the penetration deeper, stealing his breath, but then the deliberate effort to relax rippled through his body.
“Sasha.”
“I’m here.”
“I love you.”
Everything was overwhelming. Kalix was with Alexander. He couldn’t sort through any of it—it just felt too good. Alexander was right there, visible, tangible, looking at him. All of it was too much to endure silently.
“If you love me… be a little gentler.”
“I’m sorry.”
As he rubbed the abdomen still twitching faintly from the shock, Alexander’s fingers combed through Kalix’s hair.
“Slowly.”
Kalix clung tightly to Alexander, rolling his hips in shallow, cautious movements. Each time he pressed in, grinding against the inner walls, and pulled back, his breath hitched harder. The once-clenching passage had begun to adjust—still snug, but now welcoming him in a way that made restraint impossible. And the way Alexander’s hands, which had initially held him close, were now loosening their grip—it ached him.
“Sasha… hold me.”
He could feel Alexander’s erection brushing against his stomach, so he pressed it firmly between them, gripping the thigh in his hand and pulling it flush against his own body. There had been no space between them to begin with, but now they were sealed together. Kalix squeezed his eyes shut against the rising heat, then drove himself deep inside with a sharp thrust.
“Nngh—!”
Alexander’s teeth clenched, and Kalix kissed his lips in a frantic apology.
“Sorry.”
Then, as those lips parted, he invaded the warmth of Alexander’s mouth, pulling his hips back before slamming forward again.
“Sasha… haah… sorry.”
The wet slap of flesh was drowned out by the squelch of lube at their joined bodies, the obscene sounds of their tongues tangling. Kalix sucked on Alexander’s tongue—everything about him was sweet. He wanted to keep touching, to surrender all of himself to Alexander completely.
When he rocked his hips again, his cock dragged almost all the way out before plunging back in, deliberately grinding against the spot that made Alexander’s abdomen tremble. Alexander’s hand slid down, groping blindly at his own shaft where it rubbed against Kalix’s stomach.
Kalix laced their fingers together, stroking the thick length as he moved. He tried to go slow, like Alexander had said—but it didn’t work. Not when their eyes met.
The pained furrow of Alexander’s brows made his chest tighten, but the ragged breaths spilling from those lips left him helpless. One hand kept working the tip of Alexander’s cock while the other dug into his thigh, pressing him open as Kalix bottomed out. Their bodies locked rigid at the intrusion.
“Sasha—ah, nngh—Sasha…”
The desperate moan tangled with his name made Alexander finally yank him into another kiss. His hand, trembling with heat, mirrored Kalix’s own. Kalix tightened his grip, holding Alexander down as his movements made the man beneath him shudder.
Every time he snapped his hips forward, he knew he should hold back—but the slick, clenching heat around him erased all reason. And when he looked into Alexander’s dark, unfocused eyes, he saw nothing else.
Kalix stared blankly at the man beneath him, his mind drowned in heat. He could only lean down and press his lips to the single tear that slipped past Alexander’s clenched lashes.
“Not—hah—so deep, ah, just—just a little—”
“Okay. Sorry.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
