How could such a tiny bottle make such a loud click? It seemed to reverberate off the walls in the silence of the room. Eddy put some on his fingers and leaned over him. He kissed him once, twice, finally allowing himself to lose it a little. Their tongues were already together, dancing passion, as his fingers went down, and down, and his index finger went in.
Brett gasped, but then carried on kissing.
"Fuck." he moaned into his mouth.
"That good?"
"Yeah."
He moved his finger the way he had last time, but only twice, and breathed deeply to keep control over himself. Breathed deeply again when Brett groaned loudly and bucked his hips off the bed.
"Oh God." he said. "C... carry on."
Eddy nodded, pulled out, and this time put two fingers in. Brett lay completely still now, his eyes closed as he got used to the sensation.
"Don't move." he hissed, and Eddy wasn't sure if he didn't want him to move for pain, or for pleasure. He made very sure to listen to him, though. Then Brett opened his eyes and looked right at him. His right hand went down between their bellies and grabbed Eddy's erection, which throbbed harshly in response.
"This, please. Now."
Eddy blinked a little helplessly. Had he done enough prep? Would he hurt him? Would he come, the second he entered him?
"O-okay."
The cold lube on his dick was like no other feeling in the world. By now he was lightheaded with arousal. He glanced over his boyfriend, lying there naked, vulnerable, for him to take. His eyes were shut, his eyelids quivering like the skin of his belly.
"Please." he reiterated, and Eddy moved forward.
Oh my God, this was it. He was really going here, he was going to have sex sex. He couldn't believe his luck as he held himself on his arms and lay down on top of his love. He positioned himself and checked once more, if Brett was really sure. He was waiting, his mouth slack, his eyes still closed. Once more kiss, one more I love you, and Eddy pushed softly, once twice, and he was in.
Oh my God, the warmth, the tightness around him, he had to work very hard to stop himself from thrusting hard. But no, of course not, the last thing he wanted was to hurt Brett. So he stilled completely and checked Brett's face for discomfort.
"This okay?"
"Y-yeah. Give me a second." Brett breathed. He opened his eyes now, which were burning with something so deep. "Okay. Move, please."
He moved very softly, at first, constantly checking if Brett was okay. The feeling was insanely good, but he kept himself controlled. All the way until the moment that Brett threw his head back in what was clearly good .
"Oh God, just there." he groaned, way too loudly. Eddy pushed again, in exactly the same spot as just now, and Brett's eyes rolled back.
"Go!" he said, and that was it, he was going, and now he was thrusting for real, at last, thrusting again and again, losing himself in his love, the orgasm that was building so big that he almost feared it.
"Oh fuck!" he screamed as the waves gripped him, took him over, his whole body pulsing as he poured, and poured, into his love.
He was only aware of Brett, under him, shouting as well, shooting his own warmth all over Eddy. Then he pulled out and crashed down on his love.
Their bellies were together as their breaths slowed as one. Eddy lifted up his head and checked how he was. Had he hurt him? Had he taken it too far? But then Brett opened his eyes and smiled the laziest, sexiest smile.
"Hi." he said. "I think the guys may have heard that."
Eddy grinned.
"Yeah. They must be used to it by now. Was... was that okay, Bretty?"
Brett's eyebrows almost hit the wall.
"Are you kidding? It was awesome, Eddy."
"And now... you're not sore?"
Brett shrugged.
"A little, maybe. But nothing bad. And so worth it, my God, Eddy, that was so good. It was... it was good for you, right?"
Eddy couldn't hide his relief, and he giggled out loud as he snuggled back into his boyfriend.
"Yeah, that's an understatement. My God, I didn't know I could come like that."
Brett turned them both, so Eddy lay next to him on the bed. He knew they'd need to change the sheets, but who the fuck cared?
"You are awesome. Let's do this lots."
Eddy loved post-orgasm kisses. The sweet, soft, wet kisses that had no urgency left, that were just love, just them together. He kissed him now, on the corner of his mouth.
"Please."