Page 105 of In at the Deep End

“Grab your legs around the knees,” he told Matt. “I’m going to need my hands.”

Matt knew his eyes had to be like saucers. “There’s that bossy streak again.” A little shiver trickled through him.

Owen didn’t hesitate. He leaned over and kissed Matt, taking his time. “It’s okay to have nerves, all right? And any time this gets too much, or you need to breathe, or stop altogether, you tell me, okay? If something feels wrong, or⁠—”

Matt cupped Owen’s face with one hand and kissed him. He breathed in the scent of him, a mix of sunscreen, sweat, and something unknown that had to be pure, unadulterated Owen, an earthy smell that stirred his senses and went straight to his cock.

“I’m fine,” Matt whispered against Owen’s mouth. “All this is fine. And I still want this.” Then he let go of Owen and pulled his knees to his chest.

Owen rubbed a leisurely finger over Matt’s pucker, and Matt shuddered.

“Does that feel good?” Owen stilled, his gaze fixed on Matt’s face.

Matt managed a nod. “Good, but kind of… illicit at the same time.”

Owen leaned over and kissed it, and Matt stared at him. “To quote one of my favourite films, you’ve always thought of it as an out hole.”

Matt’s laughter bounced off the walls. “You nailed it.”

Owen smiled. “Then I’m about to show you how good it feels as an in hole.”

Before Matt could react, Owen licked a path over his hole, and Matt shivered.

“Aw, fuck.”

Owen flicked the pucker with the tip of his tongue, then kissed it, licked it, teased it, until Matt was shaking, his dick throbbing. Owen paused, his eyes focused on Matt’s. “I could make you come just by doing this.”

Matt tried to breathe. “I believe you,” he croaked.

“I could get you open enough to get my tongue in there.”

Shit.

Then Owen reached over to the bedside table, picked up the bottle of lube Matt hadn’t even noticed, and squeezed a little of the clear viscous liquid onto his finger. “But I want my fingers inside you more than my tongue.”

Fingers. Fuck.

“I… I was hoping for something else inside me.”

Owen chuckled. “Fingers first.” He circled Matt’s hole with the pad of his index finger, then slowly slid it into him. He bit his lip. “Oh God. Your hole has me in a death grip.”

“Is that bad?”

Owen’s eyes danced with amusement. “Tight is good. Tight is very good.”

Whatever he did next made Matt’s toes curls. Every inch of him was alight, every fucking cell was vibrating and zinging.

“What… what did you do?”

Owen stroked Matt’s thigh, one finger buried inside him. “Say hello to your prostate.”

“Tell it hi from me and don’t fucking stop,” he panted. He hugged his knees to his chest, while Owen crooked his finger and teased the internal button Matt had known about but never guessed had the power to take the top of his head off.

When Owen added a second finger, Matt took several deep breaths, knowing that two had to feel better than one eventually. Owen sank them into Matt’s body, twisting them occasionally, going deep, until Matt started pushing back, wanting more of him. With his other hand, he tugged slowly on his dick, and Matt was torn between those fingers stretching him, and the thought of Owen’s cock filling him to bursting point.

“It’s so long, so big,” he murmured.

“It’ll fit, I promise you.” Owen pulled back the foreskin, the head glistening with pre-cum. “Still want this?”