Such amazing sensations that Tierney had to twine fingers in Dalton’s hair and gasp, “’M really close.”
Dalton pulled off of him and pulled out, and Tierney reached for him, dug his fingers into Dalton’s shoulders, and dragged him along his body, grabbing his head and holding it while stretching up to kiss him. He shoved his tongue into Dalton’s mouth to taste where his cock had been only seconds before, shuddering when Dalton sucked on it. Tierney’s dick was sliding against Dalton’s belly, bumping into Dalton’s hardness, and Tierney surged against him, nearly there, wanting to come all over Dalton’s skin so badly. He could feel the orgasm starting, a swirling in his nuts, like sea currents flowing and getting stronger.
Dalton jerked away from him, lifting his hips, slick lips sliding from Tierney’s. He held himself up on one arm, gulping for air, swiped his hair back, and locked onto Tierney’s gaze. “Just a sec, I gotta . . .” He swallowed and moved to kneel between Tierney’s legs, still watching his face.
Oh yeah. Tierney nodded quickly, trying not to tense up, then let his head drop back on the pillow and bent his legs, lifting his butt when Dalton started to shove a pillow under him.
He thought there’d be more of a buildup, but before he knew it, Dalton had put on a condom and was there, holding his dick against Tierney’s hole. The first touch of Dalton’s head sent a thrill through him, and Tierney grabbed his cock in some sort of need to hold on. To hold on for the rest of this, because it would be amazing. Life altering. Dalton would make certain of it.
Dalton pressed into him steadily, pushing through what was left of Tierney’s resistance. His resistance to the idea of living this life, and his resistance to bottoming, and his resistance to fully accepting what he was. The pressure inside him increased, until Tierney had to give way and let down his last barriers. Stop defending the fortress gates. Let Dalton in and receive all the good things that came along with being gay and the incredible sensation of having someone inside him. Dalton’s cock surged into him, until Tierney arched up from the bed and moaned—his final protest for what he couldn’t be.
Then Dalton was filling him up, and Tierney no longer regretted a single thing. “Oh God, that’s so—”
“Does it hurt?” Dalton gasped out, pausing.
“Yeah,” he panted, because it did, but somehow that didn’t really matter. It should hurt, at least some—life-changing events always hurt. It was just like every other one so far: too big for Tierney to contain, stretching him too thin.
Dalton started to ease out, but Tierney grabbed him, digging his fingertips into Dalton’s ass. “Don’t stop. I want this.” Even though it burned and ached more now that he’d bothered to acknowledge the pain.
“Tell me what will make it better,” Dalton said, looking down at him, elbows locked and starting to shake.
Tierney gritted his teeth. “I think . . .”
“What?”
“I think I need you to move.” Then this knife-edged tension in his ass would ease, and the nerve endings that had liked Dalton’s fingers so much before would recognize that sliding, rubbing caress again, and maybe forget about the warnings his body was sending out about foreign invaders and imminent tearing.
Dalton thrust slowly, working another centimeter into Tierney with each forward push. Like a battering ram trying to coax open a door with gentle yet clumsy persuasion.
“Maybe this hurts more.”
Dalton froze.
Oh, yeah, no. “Definitely holding still hurts more.” He nodded, gripping Dalton’s ribs. “Move.”
He didn’t. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stop? I could finish the blow—”
“No.” Tierney shook his head, rubbing his hair into the pillow. “I think I want . . .”
“What?”
“I want you to kiss me.”
Pressing Tierney’s legs up, into his chest, Dalton did, thrusting farther inside at the same time, too far, until it hurt worse. The pressure increased and pushed Tierney’s nerves to that point where he really did want to quit. He pulled out of the kiss, about to say it, but the look on Dalton’s face kept him quiet. It held so much worry and effort, the muscles below his eyes tensed up into an expression of concern, but his jaw hard and clamped tight, as if he had to hold on to control by his teeth. He’s doing all this for me.
More than anything, Tierney wanted to do something for Dalton in return. “Can I be on top?”
After that it was easier. Yeah, he had to work himself down on Dalton’s cock again, but it was more uncomfortable than painful, and Tierney had control. He could stop the very second some part of him got alarmed, or shift a millimeter left if he needed. Dalton tightened his fingers on Tierney’s thighs and let him experiment with movement, sometimes whispering questions about how it felt, and if it was getting better.
“Don’t worry about it,” Tierney finally said. He had Dalton in pretty much as far as possible, but still he managed to lean forward and kiss him quickly, brushing his hair back. “Just let me do this.”
Swallowing, Dalton nodded.
All of the stuff going on in Tierney’s head and his heart overwhelmed the physical sensations, made them totally secondary. This wasn’t like any other sex he’d ever had, solo or otherwise—it wasn’t about reaching that end goal; it was about the experience. Straddling Dalton’s hips, rocking on him, was the most real thing he’d ever done in his life. His most authentic action ever. One that required him to reach out and fully connect to another person.
When he shifted forward slowly, Dalton’s lips parted. When Tierney moved back, taking all of Dalton’s length into him, twisting his hips a little, Dalton arched his neck and gritted his teeth.
I’m doing that to him.
Discomfort lessened to something more like unfamiliarity as he focused on Dalton’s small physical tells. The way he bit his lip, upper teeth pressing deep, and the way he gasped when Tierney rose up on his knees. When Tierney shifted a certain way, the wrinkles in Dalton’s forehead grew extra-pronounced. He couldn’t stop working for those responses. He planted his hands on Dalton’s chest, anchoring himself for leverage, slowly putting together a rhythm made up of all the things that got the biggest reaction. A rhythm that made Dalton actually groan and dig his fingers deeper into Tierney’s leg muscles, then finally arch up, eyes flying open and breath hitching, like he was trying to choke out words.