Page 112 of Cupid Calling
By the time they broke the kiss, gasping for air, Ejiro was practically straining between them, his dick trailing glistening streaks of pre-come across his belly.
Obiora managed by some miracle to keep their eyes locked as he got the lube onto his fingers with shaking hands, rubbing them a little to warm them up.
Ejiro spread his thighs wider, wrapping his arms around Obiora’s neck as Obiora pressed his fingers against his hole.
“Obiora,” he whispered. He’d never felt so vulnerable.
“Still okay?” Obiora asked softly, not penetrating yet, just gently stroking.
For some reason, the check-in made Ejiro’s eyes sting with tears. “Yes,” he whispered.
“I love you,” Obiora murmured, sinking one finger into his tight heat.
“Oh,” Ejiro gasped, his eyelids fluttering. He rolled his hips, positively hungry for it.
“Yeah?” Obiora rasped, his eyes darting from Ejiro’s pleasure-filled face to where he was stretched out around his finger.
Ejiro clenched his eyes shut. His throat felt thick; it felt like something in his chest was cracking open. He didn’t know why he was on the verge of crying. “Yes. Please. Don’t stop.”
Obiora gently thrust his finger. “You like that, love?” he asked huskily, leaning down to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Ejiro nodded quickly, eyes still shut.
“I think I’ll eat you out next time.” Ejiro’s eyes flew open, his hips jolting, his hole clenching around the finger inside him. The look in Obiora’s eyes was predatory. “Yeah,” Obiora said, voice gravelly. “I think you’d like that.”
“Fuck,” Ejiro whimpered. He began to squirm, rolling his hips into Obiora’s movements. He closed his eyes again. All he could sense and feel was Obiora; the scent of his warm, soft skin—like sex and cocoa butter—pressed all against him; his finger gently thrusting inside him; his warm breath puffing against his cheek and the side of his throat, lips sweetly brushing against his skin like the kiss of a butterfly. It felt—it was too— “... much. Too much.” But in the best possible way.
Obiora stopped immediately.
Ejiro’s eyes flew open. “Wh—?”
“Do you want to stop?” Obiora asked seriously, beginning to pull his finger out.
“No.” Ejiro grasped his wrist, stopping him. The tears finally broke free, spilling down his temples. That Obiora had stopped, even though Ejiro hadn’t really meant it—that he’d said it was too much and Obiora had—suddenly Ejiro wanted him with a fierceness that was almost excruciating. “Please, God, please—”
“Are you sure?” Obiora eyed his tears worriedly.
It was his heart—his heart was cracking open, spilling red everywhere. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Obiora leaned down to kiss him. Ejiro sank into the kiss like a drowning man grasping at straws.
“Another,” Ejiro begged, gasping, pressing their foreheads together. “Another finger.”
Obiora obeyed, pulling his finger out to get more lube, before sliding two fingers home.
“Yes,” Ejiro groaned, his nails digging into Obiora’s back, his hips rocking into Obiora’s strokes.
All his shyness was gone, blown away by his trust in the fact that no matter what, Obiora would listen. He wouldn’t just do what he wanted as long as he assumed Ejiro was into it—he’d ask again, he’d check in again, make sure they were always on the same page. The tears were coming faster now.
Obiora was panting. He buried his face in Ejiro’s throat, and Ejiro felt him lift his hips off the mattress, possibly to get the pressure off his aching dick.
“God, I can’t wait to be inside you,” Obiora whispered into his neck. “Can’t wait to feel you all around me.”
The words drove Ejiro wild, making him gasp and snap his hips harder, his dick so fucking hard.
Obiora curled his fingers with skilled precision, finally rubbing them against the swollen, hypersensitive gland that was his prostate, and Ejiro cried out, his dick jolting and leaking.
“Oh God, now,” Ejiro begged, his voice all gravel. “Now, please, now—”
