Birthday Present

(y/n) grinned up at me. “I’m impressed, Biersack. It’s only been, what, ten minutes, and you want to go again?”

I shook my head. “Seven, dude. And I told you I wouldn’t pass out!” I bent over (y/n), kissing along his neck lightly as I worked his cock slowly, steadily. His skin tasted salty from all his dick-sucking exertions earlier and I kind of liked it.

“I want you, (y/n). Like, for real, right now. Is this ok, like this?” He nodded, smiling, and impulsively I kissed him. He had such full lips, made for kissing. I could still taste myself on his firm tongue as he stroked me.

Remembering how hard (y/n) had made me cum, I accidentally squeezed his dick too hard, and got a yelp. “Sorry! I was just thinking, I mean, could you be on your back? I want to be able to see your face, so I can find your prostate too-“

“Jesus Andy! You’ve never fucked a guy before and you’re going to try and get me off?” (y/n) looked both horrified and amused. He rolled his eyes, then groaned when I took his shaft in my mouth to ‘kiss it better.' I just felt like I needed more practice. “Ughmm, I should have figured, you have the ego… mmmm … of a politician.”

I didn’t get very far. “Andy, Andy! You need to stop that, dude!” I sat up, worried. What, was I chewing the skin off his wang? Making a gross face like I was constipated or something?“ You’re better at that than you think you are, and I’d rather last a while longer, ok?” Sweet! I was the master of gay man-sex so far! Now I just needed to find (y/n)’s prostate during buttsex. No worries, right?

“Ok, (y/n), stay put.” (y/n) playfully raised an eyebrow at me, making me hornier and all the more ready to prove him wrong. I was going to fuck him so well he would, indeed, beg me for seconds. I hit the nightstand drawer for two condoms and lube, stealing (y/n)’s finger cot idea.

I settled myself in between (y/n)’s firm thighs, pumping my shaft every now and then to keep it hard. I opened one of the condoms and started off with one finger, covering it with plenty of lube. I glanced up to check in with (y/n), only to find him flushed and looking totally adorable. “Are you sure this is ok, I mean, have I pressured you-“

(y/n) cut me off, “-Andy, it’s not that, jackass! I know we’ve known each other a million years, but when I first met you I thought you were such a fine piece of ass, dude. I would jerk off and think about you all the time. But, you know, well, I just, uh, never anticipated this would happen, I guess. Especially now, uh, like this. You are so weird.” We both started laughing, and leaned together for a quick kiss.

Of course, I accidentally dripped lube on (y/n)’s chest. “Oops, sorry dude.” (y/n) didn’t say anything, he just snorted a little laugh, then guided my hand in between his spread legs.

Notes

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