Ari lifted his hips off the bed as Orin’s hand slid between his legs, fingers swirling firmly on the patch of skin behind his testicles before easing slowly into him one at a time, working him open gently but thoroughly.
Ari rested a hand on Orin’s wrist, mouth dropping open as Orin honed in on that spot, rubbing maddening little circles that coursed like lightning up Ari’s spine. His voice grew thready and thin as if he couldn’t get enough air. A secret part of him felt like he didn’t need air when he had Orin like this.
“Good. That’s good. I’m ready now.”
Orin gave a thoughtful hum, fingers twisting and stretching, his wrist flexing under Ari’s fingertips. “Almost there, gorgeous. Stars, you’re still so tight around me.”
He grunted as Ari clenched around his fingers, then pulled them out almost too quickly as he dropped onto his elbows over Ari’s head and pushed the burning length of his cock into the damp crease of Ari’s thigh.
Ari whined, dipped his hand between them to wrap around his own cock with a squeeze in a thoughtless attempt to relieve some of the pressure. He let go with a hot rush of shame as soon as he noticed Orin observing him closely. So he drew his hands up beside his head, curling the guilty one into a tight fist as he closed his eyes, skin burning with a prickling flush all the way down to his chest.
“Sorry. I know I oughtn’t. I’m sorry.”
Orin leaned onto one elbow, startling him, and uncurled Ari’s fist to press a gentle kiss into his palm. “Nothing to be sorry for. I love watching you touch yourself, gorgeous.”
Ari slitted his lids open to catch a glimpse of Orin’s patient face. “You don’t think it’s— That I’m—you know, shameful? For that?”
Orin shook his head slowly, eyes clutched so tightly to Ari’s he couldn’t look away despite the tugging weight of his humiliation. “Sure don’t. Never seen something so beautiful in all my life as your pretty little hands on your perfect body, sweetheart. Could stand to see some more of that, if you’re willing to oblige.”
The heat in Ari’s face kept on burning, radiating over every inch of his body in a sweet ache at the throb of Orin’s low voice. Ari dropped his arm to his side in an awkward, unsteady motion, hovering his hand over the flat plane of his stomach, searching Orin’s face as he lowered the tips of his fingers to slide across his skin.
“You mean, like this?”
The sound that erupted from Orin’s throat sent Ari’s cock throbbing and twitching with a wet slap against his stomach just inches from his fingertips. Ari squeaked in mortification, but Orin’s eyes darkened as he was forced to clear the growl from his throat before he could speak.
“That’s perfect. Just like that, baby. Fuck, you’re pretty.”
Ari let the sweet words pour over him like a soothing balm, easing the prickling burn of his flush and the sting of his shame until he could wrap his hand around his cock once more, this time studying Orin as he followed Ari’s hand, tongue flashing out to moisten his lips.
A surge of power burned away the last traces of Ari’s shame, and he pumped his hand slowly as Orin tracked every movement, one of his own hands falling between them to squeeze tightly around the base of his cock.
Ari clenched around nothing at the sight, and he dropped his hands to flail madly around the bedding in search of the bottle. Half sitting up, he opened it with clumsy fingers, spilling a few drops onto his stomach before pooling some into his hand.
He quickly spread it over Orin’s cock, using so much in his exuberance that it dripped onto the bed between them.
Orin took the bottle from him and made it disappear into the sheets once more. As he sat up on his knees, Orin guided Ari’s hand to slick his own cock as Orin pressed against him with intent.
Ari panted through his entry, raising his feet to rest on Orin’s hips as he gave a strangled shout once Orin finally bottomed out.
Orin lifted Ari’s legs onto his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his ankle as he slid them past his neck, the soft silk of the stockings barely catching at the hair on his chest. He then started a careful rhythm, focused on Ari’s face as he moved his hips, hands restlessly running up and down Ari’s legs like he wasn’t quite aware he was doing it.
Ari cried out as Orin leaned forward, burying his fists into the bed beside Ari’s ribs as his cock dragged across every bright spot inside him at once. He clutched at Orin’s arms, fingertips digging in.
“Oh, there! There, just there. Please, Orin.”
Orin’s mouth hung open, sweat starting to curl the fringe of his hair against his face and neck. He eased into slow, hard, deep thrusts, rubbing Ari perfectly with the thick length of his cock until Ari was a writhing mess beneath him.
Orin dropped onto his elbows as he stared down between their bodies at Ari’s weeping cock, bobbing along with their movements.
“Can you touch yourself for me, baby? I want to see you come on my cock, and I’m so close already, honey. I’m sorry; you just feel so good like this.”
Ari hushed him gently, pressing a kiss against the underside of his jaw as he obediently wrapped his hand around his cock, sliding easily along his silken skin.
Pushing up onto his fists with a low moan, Orin divided his attention between Ari’s face and cock.
“There you are. Like that, gorgeous. Stars, look at you, you’re so good like this. I could watch you all damn day.”
Ari cried out sharply as he pulsed in his hand, spilling over his chest and stomach as he clenched around Orin’s pumping length.
Orin lowered Ari’s legs to the side and slid his hands under Ari’s back in a tight embrace as they kissed with open mouths, swapping panting breaths with every thrust.
Picking up speed, Orin pressed his face into Ari’s hair with a choked groan as he spilled inside him in a throbbing burst of heat.
He eased out gently, kissing Ari’s throat at the whine he couldn’t prevent in protest of the loss, and flopped onto his back with a gusty sigh.
Ari melted into the bed at his side, shocking the both of them by bursting into tears.
Orin shot up immediately, hands hovering over the curled-up sobbing mess beside him as Ari tried to turn away.
“Sweetheart! What’s wrong? Was I too rough with you?”
“N-no. No, of course not. N-nothing like that. You were—you were wonderful… I’m f-fine, it’s nothing.” Ari did his best to curtail the hitching of his chest, breathing deeply through his nose as he dashed at his cheeks with sticky fists.
Orin tugged on his shoulder until he fell to his back. As Ari stared up at the faintly glowing ceiling panels, Orin’s hand ghosted over his chest and stomach with the sheet, cleaning him off before petting him softly. “Don’t look fine to me. I gotta say, I’ve gotten some poor reviews before, but nobody’s ever cried on me. What is it?”
Ari shook his head, rubbing the heels of his hands hard against his face. “It’s truly nothing of consequence. It’s foolish. I’m being ridiculous. I’m so sorry. This really isn’t appropriate. I’m trying to stop.”
Orin hummed into his neck, leaving a trail of kisses across his shoulder. “You could never be foolish, honey. Please tell me what it is.”
“It’s my birthday,” Ari said beneath his breath, voice shaking despite his best efforts to calm himself.