Sitting on Heart’s couch on a Thursday night, controllers in hand and demolished take out littering the coffee table, feels familiar and comfortable. It’s everything I’ve come to associate with Heart in the months I’ve known him. With one exception… I’ve been hard for an hour.

I can’t stop thinking about the last time I was over when Heart licked and bit my nipples until I couldn’t hold back from coming in my pants. The memory is hot as hell and also a tiny bit embarrassing, even though Heart said it wasn’t anything to feel weird about. Since I got here tonight, I’ve been waiting for some indication that Heart wants to fool around again and so far, nothing.

Maybe he was lying last time, and he really does think I’m a total loser for jizzing my pants. That’d be a good reason not to want to mess around again. Oh god, I had one chance with him, and I blew it…literally.

“Dude, I’m kicking your ass tonight; what’s the deal with that?” he asks as he blows the head off yet another one of my soldiers.

“Distracted, I guess,” I shrug and lick my lips, trying not to look at Heart, sure he’ll see all the desire and uncertainty written all over my face.

“I’m horny,” he segues so casually I nearly drop my controller in surprise.

I whip my head around and gape at Heart, trying to figure out if he’s making a joke at my expense or if he simply thinks I’m horny is a typical non sequitur. Or maybe this is the signal I was waiting for? Is he saying he wants to hookup again?

My distraction leaves me open for Heart to kill the last of my men and end the game in his favor.

“I…um…”

“You’ve had a hard-on for over an hour, so I imagine you’re pretty horny too, so I’m not sure why we’re ignoring the obvious.”

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to…you know.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Heart cocks his head and tugs his lip ring between his teeth.

I shrug again, not wanting to admit all the negative thoughts and insecurities running through me since the last time. Instead of going into all the things that would make Heart look at me with pity and concern, I climb onto his lap and flick his lip ring with my tongue.

Heart smirks at me and grabs my ass, then kisses me fiercely. My already hard cock throbs in the tight confines of my jeans as Heart’s tongue coaxes mine to tangle and play, our lips sliding together with no particular urgency.  

I’m struck again at the difference in kissing Heart versus Lucky. I can’t really say one is better than the other, just very different. I love Heart’s playful, hot kisses just as much as I crave Lucky’s intense, claiming ones. I don’t understand how I can want both men so much, but I stay up nights jerking myself off over and over to thoughts of both of them…sometimes even together—not that I’d ever admit that out loud.

“No pressure if you’re not ready, but do you want to fuck me?” Heart asks after some time.

My cock jerks at the suggestion, the lust punching through me so intense I can hardly breathe. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anything more than I want Heart writhing beneath me, my cock buried deep, giving him pleasure. But I fear the actual picture would be completely different—awkward, disappointing, sexually frustrating for Heart as I blow my load within seconds.

“I haven’t before,” I warn, my heart pounding with a combination of anxiety and desperate need.

“I kind of figured.” Heart gives me a wry smile. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I could fuck you? Or I could blow you? Hand jobs? What do you want?”

I grind my hard cock against his through our jeans. Every one of his suggestions sounds good and would come with less risk of embarrassing myself. But now that he’s put the idea of topping him into my head, everything else sounds less exciting in comparison.

“What if I’m not good at it? What if I hurt you or finish too fast?”

“If it’ll make you less nervous, I can prep myself and show you how so you’ll know for the future. And if you finish too fast, no big deal.”

He shrugs and to my surprise, I actually believe he wouldn’t be bothered if I finish as soon as I get inside him. There’s no judgment or expectations, just someone I trust offering me something I desperately want.

“Okay, yeah.”

“Awesome, let’s go over to my bed. My condoms and lube are over there, plus sex on a couch is kind of a pain in the ass.”

I climb off his lap and follow him to his bed a few feet away, shaking with nervous excitement. Precum leaks down my shaft, leaving me sticky and my underwear damp.

Heart strips and tosses his clothes onto the floor before climbing onto the bed and reaching over into his bedside table to retrieve a bottle of lube and a condom. I’m mesmerized by the sight of all of his pale, ink covered skin on display without shame, his round, perky ass bare and within touching distance.

“This will work better if you’re naked,” Heart says with a wink over his shoulder as he squirts lube onto his fingers.

“Oh, yeah.” I blush and tug my shirt over my head, dropping it at my feet. Next, I go for the button on my jeans. My hands are shaking badly enough that it takes me a few tries before I get them undone. My pants and underwear soon join my shirt on the floor, and just like that, I’m completely naked in Heart’s apartment with him also completely naked, only inches away. This is really happening.

Heart is on his hands and knees on the bed, giving me an incredible view of his ass as he slips one of his slicked fingers between his cheeks. I watch mesmerized as he quickly preps himself, clearly well practiced as he adds a second and then a third finger, scissoring himself open with practiced motions.

I climb onto the bed and shuffle forward to get a better view of Heart as he preps himself. With trembling hands, I grab the globes of his ass and part them so I can watch as three of his fingers disappear into his hole over and over. His chest rises and falls with panting breaths, and the occasional moan slips from his lips. More precum trickles from my slit and runs down the length of my cock. I thrust my hips involuntarily, the tip of my cock brushing against the back of Heart’s thigh and leaving him smeared with my precum.

“Put on a condom, babe. I’m about ready,” he instructs in a strained voice.

I tear my gaze away from Heart’s fingers in his ass and grab the condom he set on the bed. I fumble to open it, and then thank god for Troy forcing me to practice putting condoms on bananas a few weeks ago as I roll it down my length without a problem.

Heart pulls his fingers out of his hole and spreads his legs a little farther apart and then looks back at me again over his shoulder.

“You’re going to do a great job; don’t worry. Just start slow and I’ll tell you what I need, okay?”

I nod and shuffle forward, my covered dick in my hand. I place my free hand on Heart’s left ass cheek to part them a little again so I can see my target. I take a deep breath and line myself up with his hole, shiny with lube and sexy as hell.

I take my hand off my cock and press forward, but instead of pushing inside, I slip out of place and stumble a little.

“Fuck, sorry,” I mutter.

“You’re fine baby, take a deep breath and try again.”

I do as he says, breathing deeply and holding it for a few heartbeats before slowly releasing. Then, I grip my cock and hold it this time as I try again. This time, the tight ring of muscles just inside Heart’s hole surrounds the head of my cock.

“Push just a little harder; you won’t hurt me.”

I push harder and feel a gentle pop as I breach the tight muscles. “Oh wow,” I gasp as tight heat surrounds my cock.

I grab Heart’s hips for balance as I continue to press forward, filling him slowly. When my hips are flush with his ass, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I did it; I’m inside him.

“I love that you’re being considerate and gentle, but Mase, you’ve gotta fuck me. Please,” Heart pleads in a ragged voice.

I moan at his words and flex my fingers on his hips, testing my grip before pulling almost all the way out and slamming forward again. The motion sends a zing of electricity down my spine and causes Heart to gasp loudly.

I do it again and again, picking up speed as I find my rhythm, my body moving on instinct as I rut into him wildly. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, accompanied by our grunts and groans. The smell of sweat and sex hangs heavy in the air. I lean forward as I continue to fuck Heart hard and fast, and I lick a stripe along his spine. His skin tastes somehow both salty and sweet.

“I want to hit your prostate, how do I do that?”

“Better…it’s better…oh fuck,” Heart groans and tilts his head back as he tries to answer my question. The raw pleasure dripping from his tone and the fact that he can’t form a complete sentence stokes my confidence in ways I never would’ve imagined. “Let me flip,” he finally manages.

With great effort, I stop thrusting into him, and manage to pull out. He lets out a huff and flops down onto the bed, face first and then rolls over onto his back. He’s panting and his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead as he reaches for one of his pillows and shoves it under his ass. He waves me forward and wraps his legs around my waist.

“It’ll be easier like this,” he explains. I line myself up again and this time have no trouble entering him. “Oh god, right there. I won’t last long like this,” Heart warns.

I place my hands on either side of his head and thrust deep again. I can’t manage the same pace I had in the other position but seeing Heart’s face as I fuck him is so much better.

Heart fists his cock, his mouth falling open as he moans and gasps with each thrust of my cock inside him. His eyebrows scrunch in that way I’ve come to recognize after watching so many of his videos, like he’s confused about how good he feels.

“Mase, I’m so close, harder, please.”

I sit back and unwrap his legs from my waist, placing them on my shoulders instead and then, giving him everything I have, fuck him as hard and deep as I can manage, biting the inside of my cheek to keep myself from finishing before he does.

It’s not long before he tenses, his already tight channel clamping almost painfully tight around my cock just before he coats his stomach and chest with thick streaks of cum. The pulsing of his inner muscles around my cock makes it impossible for me to hold back any longer. With a few more thrusts, my balls draw tight, and I come with a guttural cry, pumping my release into the condom.

When my muscles can’t hold me up any longer, I collapse beside Heart and try to catch my breath.

“That was amazing,” Heart says after a few minutes of what I assume is attempting to catch his breath as well.

“Yeah?” I check. He wouldn’t just say that to be nice, right?

“Mmmm, so, so good, baby.” He rolls over and snuggles close to me, smearing the cum from his stomach all over my side as well. “Shit, sorry. We could take a shower if you want.”

After we just fucked, a shower shouldn’t sound like a big deal. But for some reason it sounds intimate and kind of wonderful.

“Yeah,” I agree.

We lay in bed for a few more minutes before dragging ourselves to the bathroom. We lean against the sink, sharing lazy kisses while we wait for the shower to warm up. When we climb inside the shower and pull the curtain closed, in a strange way it feels like we’re in our own world.

“This is nice.”

“Yeah, I’ve never showered with anyone before,” Heart muses, reaching around me to grab a bar of soap off the ledge and then using it to lather up my chest, careful to get all the dried cum off my abdomen.

“Really?”

“Yeah, it seems weird to shower with a random hookup, and my ex…well, let’s just say he wasn’t the intimate shower type guy.”

His words hit me in the chest. He wasn’t willing to share this with anyone else, but for some reason he wanted to share it with me. That means more than the sex in so many ways, but I get the feeling if I point it out, Heart will pull away. So I smile to myself and enjoy the closeness for a few minutes until we finish the shower and everything goes back to normal.