“I want to make love to you, Apollo.” He starts to speak, but I put a finger over his mouth. “My words may be sweet, but I will not be tender with you. I will strip you bare, tear you open, and climb inside of you. I will leave you spent and take every ounce of every part of you and keep it with me. Do you want that, mon amour?”
He moves my finger from his lips. “Fuck yeah.”
“Then prepare yourself mentally, my love. We are going to be here a very long time today. The sun will set, we will be hungry for food when it is over but satiated in each other.”
“You blow me away. Your words are fucking poetry.”
“I am inspired by you. Every artist needs their muse.”
He opens his arms wide. “Tear me apart, Felix. I’m ready.”
I smile, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He thinks he’s ready for what I’m about to do.
But he has no idea.
Apollo
Felix opens my nightstand, pulls out a condom, and grabs the bottle of lube still sitting out.
When he turns back to me, he pulls the hair tie out that was holding his hair up, letting it fall in luscious waves around his pretty face. He unbuttons my jeans and I lift my hips to help him tug them off. My dick is already so hard, throbbing and veiny as precum leaks from the tip, pooling slightly around my piercing.
“You are the ideal man, Apollo,” Felix whispers. “Everything is so...manly. Your body, your scent, your voice. I am seduced by your mere existence. What a treat to touch you intimately.”
I shake my head. He nearly worships me, and coming from anyone else, I think it would make me uncomfortable, but from Felix, it feels like hot soup on a cold day or sinking into a steamy bath. It’s comforting and reassuring and authentic.
I love him.
My chest tightens with that knowledge, in a good way, as if straining to hold the words and emotions in until the time is right. He’ll reject them if I say them now in the throes of lust. It’s impulsive, I think, to be in love after a few weeks, but maybe that’s how it happens. Maybe it doesn't always take months or years to know when someone is your person. I’ve known Felix, on some level, for years. Now it feels like our hearts are aligning, beating in time, realizing they found a match.
I love him.
The tightness recedes, unfurling like a blooming flower opening its petals to the sun. It’s the nicest feeling I’ve ever had.
“I want you to relax for me,” Felix says, breaking into my thoughts. “And tell me if anything is uncomfortable or unwanted.”
“Sure.”
Felix smiles, stroking my cock in one hand and my thigh with the other. “Remember last night I told you I was going to stretch you so perfectly?”
“I remember every word.”
“Now you will experience it.”
I watch his elegant movements as he pours a bit of lube on his fingers, rubbing the silky liquid between them to warm it. He settles between my legs, dragging his tongue along my shaft then sucking me into his hot mouth. I exhale, immediately lost in pleasure as Felix works me over.
“Spread your legs, Apollo.”
I do as he demands, my breath becoming heavy in my chest. Felix tickles my entrance, and I exhale slowly to relax.
“Have you had anything in here before?”
I chuckle. “Finger. Mine.”
“Was it nice?”
“Yeah, but I was looking for this prostate I hear about. Couldn’t find it.”
“Oh,” he laughs softly. “I will find it. Have no doubt, mon chouchou.”
“I don’t.”
“Breathe out for me.”
I do and feel Felix’s finger slide in. “Oh fuck.”
“It is good?”
“Yeah.”
“Mm, yes, it is good. You are so hot inside. Tight. Soft. Oh, I will love to be in here.”
I can only nod as he moves his finger, getting used to the feeling of burning and pleasure. Fortunately for me, Felix’s fingers are slender, but his dick isn’t. Not sure how that will go.
“Stay with me, darling,” Felix whispers, as if knowing I’m worried. “I will take good care of you.”
I nod, exhaling. “I know. I trust you.”
“Beautiful. Trust is important.”
Felix continues working my hole with one finger while slowly, torturously, stroking my cock. Sometimes he leans down and flicks his tongue over the tip of my cock or licks the piercing or laps up precum. He doesn't take his eyes off my face.
“Time for a second finger.”
I nod, watching him as he watches me. The burning returns, but subsides much quicker this time. I’m starting to associate that burn with a good thing. It means pleasure is following.
Felix continues pumping and scissoring his fingers inside me, slowly, as if he plans to do this all day, which is actually okay with me.
“Good?” he checks.
“Perfect.”
“Yes, you are. May I taste you there?”
“Fuck.” The word leaves my mouth in a huff.
“Is this an idea you like?”
“Yeah.” I nod. “I’m nervous though.”
“Why, my love?”
“Never done it before.”
“You are not doing anything but experiencing it. May I?”
“Please.”
“Merci, mon amour. One more fantasy to check off my list.”
“Fuck, babe.”
He slides down, disappearing between my legs. His fingers leave me, making my body flinch from the loss, but then the warm heat of his tongue is there, licking my entrance and sending me to a place that is entirely new.
I relax into the mattress, my fingers in his hair, as Felix’s tongue pushes into me. He hums as he licks me, sending vibrations to my core. My dick jerks, leaking more precum and straining from need. Felix slides a finger in to join his tongue, then another, then—oh my fucking fuck—another finger. My back arches, pushing into him, my hips moving involuntarily.
“Oh, I have discovered something you like.”
“Fuck, Felix. This is…fuck.” I claw the sheets. “Incredible.”
“I am just beginning with you. I am close, no? The magic button is near. Ah...what is this?”
When he presses into me, I nearly fly off the bed. My eyes roll back, white light behind my eyelids. “Fuck!”
“Ah yes, there it is. Now, mon amour, you know where the spot is.” He taps it again, making me whimper. “Wait until you feel my dick push it. You will fall in love with me.”
“Fuck.” I’m there. I’m so there.
“Ask me to fuck you, Apollo. Ask for my cock.”
“Jesus, Felix. Where did this other side of you come from?”
“It was created the night you kissed me. Now ask me, mon petit canard.”
“Canard?” My brain tries to translate a language it doesn’t know. “What is that?”
“My little duck.” He rises so that he’s hovering above me, gripping my chin. “Ask me to fuck you. I want to hear those words so desperately.”
“Please fuck me, Felix. I want your cock. I want you to be my first.” I gaze into his eyes. “I want you to be my last.”