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Three months, and nothing. Third had been expecting three hours -- three days, maybe, and that would have just been a strange, unexpected politeness. But three months? Third was pretty sure Khai hadn’t gone that long without sex since he’d started having it.
The tiny part of him that was panicking about Khai potentially not being attracted to him was easily shut up: they might not be having penetrative sex, but they were definitely doing everything else. Khai had spent nearly an hour straight eating him out last week, until Third hadn’t quite been sure where he ended and Khai began; Third wasn’t worried about attraction.
He also wasn’t worried about Khai just not wanting to fuck his ass, or any anatomy issues (see again: hour-long eating out).
The first time Khai had gotten hard while they were making out -- which was also the first time they’d gotten horizontal while making out, in Khai’s bed -- Third had just assumed they were going to do it. Instead, Khai had gripped them both in his hand and rubbed until Third couldn’t see straight anymore. The quality of the orgasms he was having was not the problem.
The problem was that Third knew Khai liked penetrative sex. Third had definitely come home to enough of it before they were dating to know that Khai’s preference was thoroughly for getting his dick wet.
The problem was that Third was pretty sure he was going to be a big fan of penetrative sex himself, but his idiot, sex-junkie boyfriend wasn’t giving it to him. That, and he had no idea how to bring it up.
“Why haven’t we had sex yet?” could be easily evaded with the sheer quantity of orgasms they had, in fact, had, over the past three months.
“Hey, why haven’t you stuck your dick in me?” was also probably not the way to go, though it had the upside of being so straightforward that even Khai couldn’t misunderstand. Honestly, the not-misunderstanding thing was the kicker, as Third had spent most of the last month rubbing his ass against his boyfriend’s dick like he was getting paid for it -- clothed and not-so-much -- in his effort to induce penetration.
Khai either hadn’t gotten the hint, or there was, once again, a problem.
“Will you please stick your dick in me?” was equally straightforward, but felt a little bit like begging (because it was).
Honestly, Third was just about ready to strip Khai and ride him, if not for the fact that he had no practical knowledge of how to do that.
It was a problem.
What he needed was something straightforward, but without any wiggle room.
In the end, Third wound up resorting to sticking a note to Khai’s dinner one night after work, simply writing, “We should have anal sex. Enjoy your curry.”
Third was still putting drinks on the table when Khai came home from work, shouting “hey!” from the doorway. It was a pretty solid ritual for them to eat something home cooked at least once a week, and Khai was much better at being appreciative than actually cooking, so Third had taken to cooking every Wednesday. Today, Khai could take his appreciation and apply it somewhere useful.
Khai took his time hanging up his bag and his coat, making sure his shoes were neatly tucked away, before he wandered over to greet Third. He put a hand on the side of Third’s neck and neatly kissed the top of Third’s head. “That smells delicious,” he said, his nose nuzzling into Third’s hair.
“Are you planning on eating the curry or me?” Third asked. He bumped an elbow into Khai’s stomach and Khai made a humming noise into his hair.
“Both?”
“Ai’Khai,” Third said, bumping his elbow a little harder and producing an “oof” sound from Khai.
“I’m sticking with ‘both’,” Khai said, running his hands down Third’s upper arms to keep his elbows out of his stomach.
Leaning his weight back into his boyfriend, Third smiled. Khai’s arms automatically went around Third’s waist to support him as he pressed a sniff kiss into Third’s temple.
“Does this mean you approve?”
Third tilted his head back so Khai could press a kiss to his mouth before he replied. “Only if eating me eventually turns into fucking me,” Third had used his cutest voice, so it took a moment for Khai to react.
But react he finally did. Khai would have let go of Third in shock if Third hadn’t wound his own arms up in Khai’s. “Um,” Khai stared down at Third blinking repeatedly. “What?”
Third shook him. “Unless you have some sort of terrible dick injury I don’t know about, you are fucking me. Today. There’s even a note with your dinner.”
“Ayhee,” Khai wheezed. “The food will get cold?”
“It’s curry, dumbass. We can just heat it back up.” Third shook him again. “You’re being super weird about the fucking me thing, and you can either tell me why or get over it.”
Khai winced. “I mean, I’m not--” He paused. “You’re just--” He paused again. “Is it too late to just pick the food?”
“Yes,” Third said. For all Khai’s wobbling, Third could feel him getting hard against his back. At least part of him wasn’t opposed. “Explain.”
Khai swallowed hard. “I have, you know, a pretty big dick.”
“I haven’t been measuring every dick I’ve seen, but sure,” Third said agreeably.
“Er,” Khai fumbled, “I mean, my dick is larger than the average dick.”
“Ai’Khai.”
“And you’re smaller than the average person,” Khai continued.
When Third glanced up, he could see that Khai’s eyes were firmly fixed on the ceiling and there was a truly epic flush going up his neck and onto his face. “And this is bad?”
“God, no,” Khai said vehemently, then winced again. “I mean. Not for me.” He paused. “You can probably tell what I think about it.”
Third rolled his eyes and arched his back to put some additional pressure on Khai’s definitely very interested dick.
“Right,” Khai breathed. “I just--”
“Ai’Khai.”
“I just don’t want to hurt you?” Khai phrased it like a question, but some of the tension went out of his arms and he glanced down at Third. “I mean, the first time probably always hurts, but my dick is probably not a great first dick.”
Third stared. “I’m sorry, would you like me to go find a different dick?”
“No,” Khai rhasped, voicerougher than it had been, as he tightened his arms around Third’s body.
Third met Khai’s eyes and raised an eyebrow.
Khai huffed. “Ugh, fine. But you have to tell me if I’m hurting you!”
“Duh,” Third said, rolling his eyes again.
“Little--” Khai grumbled before taking a step back, turning Third around, and stepping back into his space. “You’re such a little asshole,” he said, leaning down to kiss Third roughly.
“You’re ridiculous,” Third snorted at Khai’s nervous attempt at humor. “Bed.”
“Uh-huh,” Khai agreed. He grabbed Third’s wrist and dragged him across the apartment and into their bedroom.
Third pulled Khai down to his own height and kissed him, winding his hands into Khai’s hair. “Thank god,” he breathed, lips moving against Khai’s mouth
Khai yanked his shirt off over his head and grabbed Third’s to do the same. Without the baggy shirt hanging down over his slacks, Third could both see and feel how hard he was.
He gripped Khai through his slacks and squeezed, making Khai groan and give a half-thrust against his hand. “You know,” Third said, purposefully lightening his touch, “you only have yourself to blame for waiting this long.”
“Oh, I know,” Khai put both hands on Third’s shoulders and pushed him over onto the bed, then unbuttoned his own slacks. “I was being considerate,” he breathed, pushing his slacks and briefs off in one go.
“You were being stupid,” Third said, unbuttoning his own jeans and raising his hips so Khai could tug them and his boxers off.
“Tell me that tomorrow.” Khai stumbled over his socks in his rush to get them off, nearly falling.
Third laughed, moving further onto the bed. He peeled his own socks off and threw them onto the floor as Khai lunged at him. As Khai kissed his way up Third’s neck, Third put his hand on Khai’s erection and gently ran his fingers up and down.
Khai grumbled into Third’s neck, biting down on the soft skin there. Third turned his neck to give him more room and kept up his gentle fingering.
“Think you can come twice?” Third asked, finally wrapping his fingers fully around Khai. “Or will you last?”
Khai licked over the hickey he’d just made, then kissed it softly. “Definitely,” Khai said, already breathless. “The first one. Not the-- the second one.”
Third sped up his hand, using his thumb to push back Khai’s foreskin so he could rub the head. “Then come already,” he said, massaging the slit as Khai squirted precome onto his wrist.
Khai had never been great at following directions, but all bets were off when Third was naked and touching him. He let out a sigh that turned into a growl as he came into Third’s hand before he went right back to kissing his neck and clavicle.
“Hmm,” Third said, wiping his hand off to the side. “Good boy.”
“Asshole,” Khai muttered, but the breathy quality to his voice took the entirety of the sting away. He moved to kiss Third’s mouth, his lips sticky and wide-open. Third met his tongue slide for slide.
After three months, they’d gotten the kissing thing down pretty well, and Third whined at the back of his throat as he wrapped his hands around Khai’s upper arms and hung on.
“Ai’Third,” Khai said, mumbling between kisses. “I’m going to eat you out while I finger you.” His words were slurred and breathy as he kissed down Third’s chest. “Okay?”
Third nodded, and then“Yes,” as Khai kissed and licked into the curve of his hip. “Ai’Khai.”
Khai hummed as he placed one last kiss just below Third’s navel before grasping his hips and gently encouraging him to turn over. As he did so, he pressed up against Khai’s dick, which was hard once again, or maybe had simply never gone down. He rubbed his ass back and forth a few times before Khai hissed and slapped his ass cheek, then spread his knees so that Third was on his belly with his ass in the air.
Taking a moment to kiss up Third’s spine, Khai reached toward the bedside table drawer for the lube. Third shivered, thinking about it. The lube had been used before, and plenty, but the idea that he was finally going to get what he wanted pushed his sensitivity up to eleven.
“Your ass is gorgeous,” Khai said, sitting back onto his haunches. “So fucking tiny, I have no idea how I’m going to fit, So tight and pretty, too.” He gripped both of Third’s cheeks with his hands and engulfed them entirely, squeezing and pulling them apart as he liked.
Third turned his head so that he could watch as Khai slid down the bed so that he was on his hands and knees, his face level with Third’s ass. Third hissed as Khai nipped at one cheek, and then the other, before he sat back on his feet and used both hands to pull Third’s cheeks apart. Khai slid his tongue from Third’s balls to his lower back, pressing in just slightly over his hole.
“Mm,” Khai breathed, “your hole is so tiny, my tongue doesn’t even fit. How many fingers am I going to have to get in there before you can take my dick?”
Third shifted so his legs didn’t go numb and grumbled, “As many as it takes, or else.”
Khai let out a breath of laughter and kissed the base of Third’s spine. “Yeah, baby,” he chuckled, pressing his kisses slowly lower, until he was pressing wet kisses against Third’s hole, his tongue flicking out to wet it further.
Third sighed lightly. Khai was good with his mouth, and with his hands, and Third was really hoping that meant he was just as good with his dick. Every time Khai ate him out, Third got just up to the precipice, usually over and over. This time, with it as a means to an end, Third was hoping Khai wouldn’t take his time so much, but he couldn’t say he would cut him off if he did.
Khai’s tongue pressed up against his hole harder before the tip slipped inside. It fucked in and out slowly while Khai’s hands massaged Third’s ass. Khai’s tongue was soft, but strong, and just that was a stretch. Slowly, more and more of Khai’s tongue was pressing inside Third, and he was whining softly at the sensation.
“More,” Third slurred, swallowing down saliva that was pooling in his mouth.
He heard the lube click open a few moments before he felt Khai’s finger next to his mouth, pressing gently, then harder, against his rim, before Khai slid the tip of his finger in alongside his tongue. He pushed the pad against Third’s edges, stretching his hole slowly, before sliding the finger in to the next knuckle.
It was a strange feeling, having a finger inside of him. Discomfiting, but not painful, neither was it particularly pleasant. It just was, but Third knew that once he was stretched enough, that finger would find its way to something amazing. Third understood the prostate, academically, and more recently, physically. But Khai had never used more than two fingers before, which had made Third sore later, all on their own.
“So tiny and tight,” Khai breathed, obviously thinking along the same lines as Third. He pulled his finger back out and pressed in again before pressing his tongue in along the side for a few seconds before pulling it out to add, “So much better than any girl, god, you’re so tight for me.”
Third didn’t say anything, just arched his back a little more so that Khai’s finger slid deeper. Khai hummed and pressed in even further, his whole finger inside of Third now, rubbing at the inside of him to stretch him out, but not to drive him crazy. Not yet, anyway.
Khai pulled his finger all the way out and Third heard the lube click open again. This time a drop of it landed directly on his hole and he shivered at both the temperature and the slick feeling. Khai pressed the lube into Third’s hole before the tips of two fingers were pushing in, quickly joined by Khai’s tongue, his mouth dripping even more wet inside of Third.
He shuddered when Khai let his teeth scrape against Third’s rim, pushing his fingers in further until he could scissor them apart, stretching Third as much as he’d ever done. He pulled his tongue out to lick at Third’s rim.
“Relax,” Khai said hoarsely, right up against Third’s skin. His thumb rubbed up against Third’s rim as Khai pressed a kiss to one of the dimples in his ass. “Breath out and relax.”
Third took a deep breath and purposefully released the tension in his abdomen, slowly letting it out until the pressure in his hole was a little slighter. A third finger teased at Third’s entrance, slipping in and out bare millimeters at a time. By the time it eased in to the first knuckle, Khai was back to licking in around it, his tongue pushing at Third’s rim and helping him stretch.
Khai’s moan as he pushed his finger in more deeply vibrated against Third’s rim and made him shiver, clenching convulsively. Khai withdrew his tongue and licked against Third’s rim again until he was able to relax again. “Ai’Third,” he said, breathing heavily, “so small, so tight, I love it. You’re perfect.”
Third groaned. “Ai’Khai,” he said, shuddering out a purposefully slow, yet shaky, breath. “Don’t stop.” He whined as Khai’s third finger slid in the rest of the way, all three fingers pumping in and out, though still avoiding his prostate.
While he pumped, Khai leaned forward on his knees and pressed a sticky kiss to the corner of Third’s mouth. Third leaned into it as much as he could, meeting Khai’s eyes and loving the feeling of Khai hovering over him, covering him from top to bottom. Khai kissed him a few more times as his fingers pumped and stretched, then said, “One more.”
Third shuddered at the thought. The stretch wasn’t painful, not really, but it was definitely tight, and he was having a hard time imagining just how anything else was going to fit. Still, he said, “Okay,” and nodded against the bed, sweaty hair matting against his head.
Khai’s fingers pulled out and Third was able to watch him open the lube again, squeezing a generous amount out and onto his fingers before rubbing them together to spread it around. He slipped three back in all at once and Third winced, but breathed, and adjusted again quickly. “If you knew what you looked like right now,” Khai said, his eyes clearly glued to where his fingers had disappeared inside of Third’s body, “you might want to fuck you as much as I do.” He groaned. “Your hole is so stretched out, Ai’Third. It’s all red and puffy and I just want to bite it, but I don’t want you too sore for my dick.”
Third had started panting, trying to hold himself steady but still relaxed. “Ai’Khai, oh god,” he said, biting his lower lip to keep from screaming. “Shut up and just do it. Please.” He moaned as Khai finally pressed his pinky finger up against the others at Third’s rim. “Ai’Khai. Please.”
“Anything,” Khai said, then slid the fourth finger in to the first knuckle, kneading it against Third’s wall.
Third shuddered at the stretch, but kept breathing, now actively drooling onto the pillow under his head. Khai was kissing along Third’s spine and back, no longer trying to fit his tongue in beside his fingers. Once the fourth finger was all the way in, Khai resumed thrusting them, finally curving his fingers to brush up against Third’s prostate. It wasn’t a true prostate massage, as Third was too sensitive to really enjoy it, but the pleasure did distract him from the slight pain that was four fingers.
After a few minutes of that, Khai groaned and said, “Your tiny little hole is just so stretched out, Ai’Third.” He rubbed a finger harder to Third’s prostate. “Are you ready? Do you think? Can I--”
“Do it,” Third waspanting more heavily now. “Ai’Khai-- Khai-- do it, please!” He shouted when Khai pulled his fingers out, then pressed his face into his pillow when Khai reached up for the drawer again, pulling out a condom. As Khai opened the condom packet, Third forced his body to listen to him, turning over and facing his wide-eyed boyfriend. “Not--” he started, but had to swallow heavily.
“Not yet?” Khai asked, pausing in his movements.
“No,” Third growled. “Not-- like that. From behind.” He watched as Khai opened the lube again to slick up the condom. He had to swallow again before he finished, “Like this. Like-- kiss me.”
Khai obeyed immediately, pressing his lips to Third’s in a strangely chaste kiss. He pressed a few more kisses before he said, “It might hurt more.”
Third bit his lip and spread his legs, catching the backs of Khai’s calves with his feet. “I don’t care. Like this.”
“Okay,” Khai said, then kissed him again before moving his body down so that he was pressed into the valleys of Third. He parted Third’s legs further and moved them so that they were splayed on either side of his waist, then lifted Third briefly to slide his pillow under Third’s hips. “Okay,” Khai repeated, taking hold of his dick and lining it up with Third’s hole. “Shit,” he breathed. “You’re just so tiny, baby. I feel like I’m going to break you.”
Third rolled his eyes, hooking his legs around Khai’s waist and fisting his hands into Khai’s hair, pulling him down into a kiss. “I’m not so breakable, Ai’Khai,” Third said, biting Khai’s lower lip.
“Fuck,” Khai exclaimed, and Third felt his hips shift as Khai pressed harder against his rim, the tip of his dick sliding in.
Third might have said that he wasn’t breakable, but he was definitely feeling it as the head of Khai’s dick pushed past the still-tight rim of his ass. “Ah!” he shouted, feeling himself tense up even further.
Khai, through his groans, managed, “Breathe, baby.” He stopped pushing forward once the head of his dick passed the rim and reached out to pet Third’s hair. “You have to relax, and breathe.”
Taking slow breaths, Third could feel sweat running down his face as Khai stroked his hair, breathing with him. When he stopped feeling like he’d just run a marathon and landed on something hard, Third shifted his legs and said, “Okay.” He pressed his cheek into Khai’s hand and repeated, “Okay.”
Khai ran his thumb under Third’s lips, then pressed against the bottom one. “Good, baby,” he whispered. Third worked hard to breathe as Khai began pressing forward again, his dick sliding in millimeter by millimeter. When he finally bottomed out, Khai had started panting as well, and Third watched sweat drip down the sides of his face.
“Just,” Third said, “wait a second. A minute.” He was attempting to breathe deeply through his panting, and it was working, but the burn in his ass was intense and he needed a few moments to adjust.
Khai’s hands were braced against the bed to either side of Third and he was panting heavily now, more sweat making Third’s legs slide against his waist. “You’re so fucking tight, baby,” Khai groaned. “You feel so, so good, I can’t even--” He just panted for a moment. “You’re so perfect, my tiny baby.”
Third clenched his ass, feeling it start to cramp, and startled when Khai shouted, then dropped down to his forearms, his body pressed in closer to Third’s. The drop changed the angle and Third almost felt like he was vibrating, shaking on the inside. “Oh,” he groaned. “Move.”
“Third, Third,” Khai said, his chest heaving with the effort to breathe, “are you sure?”
Third had only just nodded when Khai pulled out slightly, then pushed back in. The tingling that Third felt was magnified and he clenched his ass again, drawing another shout out of Khai. The thrusting stayed shallow for a few more moments before Khai pulled out further before thrusting back in. It was painful, but it was also good, in some way Third couldn’t quite define.
Then Khai’s dick scraped along Third’s prostate on his next thrust and Third whited out from the sensation.
When he came to, his nails were deep in Khai’s shoulders and Khai was thrusting a little faster. Every so often, Khai would rub up against Third’s prostate and stars would burst across Third’s eyes.
By the time the thrusting had truly picked up its pace, the pain was secondary to the pleasure that was Third was feeling. His throat was starting to feel raw, and he had the passing thought that he must be shouting, but he couldn’t hear it. Khai must have figured out when he was passing against Third’s prostate, because he was holding himself just so, rubbing up against it on every thrust now.
Through the static of the pleasure, Khai’s voice said, “I’m close,” and then Khai’s hand wrapped around Third’s dick and Third went directly over the edge. He clenched down and the static took over.
When Third came to, he could feel Khai panting harshly, collapsed as he was over Third’s body. He hadn’t pulled out yet, and so Third could feel the strange sensation of his boyfriend’s cock going soft inside of him.
After a few moments, Khai seemed to realize he was practically crushing Third, and he groaned as he forced himself back up onto his forearms. His eyes flitted across Third’s face before he asked, “Are you okay?”
Still unable to quite catch his breath, Third just smiled at him.
After a shower where Khai paid way, way too much attention to cleaning out Third’s ass, and then made sure there was a pillow on Third’s kitchen chair, they finally got around to reheating the curry and eating dinner.
Khai chuckled at Third’s note and said, “I’m keeping this,” before he managed to start eating.
Third was taking small bites, trying not to move overmuch. It wasn’t just his ass: everything hurt, in a low, throbbing sort of way. That didn’t mean Third wasn’t going to regret it the next day, but had it been worth it? Oh yes.