Squire (Male x Male) (Wattys Shortlist 2021 & 2022)

Chapter 19 - The Problem

Warning: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature. Reader discretion is advised.

The first rays of dawn brought me gradually out of my slumber as they fell across my eyelids. The bed was much warmer than usual, and I identified a slight ache in my lower back. Not quite awake but awake enough to know this was not my usual sleeping position, I started shifting to a more familiar one.

That was when I abruptly realised that my naked body was wrapped tightly against another.

Richard.

My head rested in the crook of his neck and our legs were tangled together.

By stirring, I had caused our skin to rub almost everywhere we touched, and an unexpected bliss bristled through my entire body as a result. Apparently, the motion also brought Richard out of his sleep, and I felt one of his hands move sensually down my back and pull me closer into his embrace. Electricity radiated from every point of contact with him, creating wonderful shivers all the way down to my toes. As he pulled me towards him, I felt something firm against my lower stomach on one side. When I realised what part of Richard it was, my body reacted with a familiar ache between my legs, and, now hard, I pushed my own erection gently against his thigh as I hummed in pleasure.

"Good morning to you too," Richard greeted as he felt me rub against him. His voice was smooth and full of contentment. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his hand moving gently over my rear to indicate what he was concerned about.

"A little sore," I answered honestly, while thoroughly enjoying what his hand was doing to my behind.

Richard pulled back a fraction.

"It was not my intention to hurt you," he responded, evidently troubled by my admission.

"I am not injured, just tender," I assured him. "I suspect it is simply a consequence of a new experience."

Richard still looked a little uneasy.

"Perhaps next time you would prefer to switch places?" he asked.

I tried to imagine what a role reversal would be like but doing those things to Richard seemed too bizarre. I lacked his confidence and taking the lead in these matters was not a task that appealed to me. I had enjoyed things the way they were, so I shook my head.

"Not really, unless you object," I confirmed.

Richard smiled and rocked his pelvis against me.

"What objection could I possibly have to being inside you?" he asked, rolling us over so that he was on top. He slid a hand through my hair and pushed his hips down. He growled, leaning into me and sucking at my neck. His mouth worked its way up to my ear, leaving a trail of tremors in its wake.

"Are you too tender for more?" he asked, his breathing becoming more laboured.

I ached for him as his hands ran over my skin, and I knew I wanted the same thing he wanted.

"Just be gentle with me," I consented as butterflies fluttered in my stomach and he reached for the salve on the dresser.

Making love in the soft glow of the rising sun was serene and tender, but just as amazing as the heated frenzy of the previous night. It was easier the second time, and once he was fully inside me, every subtle movement brought me closer to the edge of heaven. Sandwiched between Richard and silk, and with his tongue in my mouth, my climax built gradually, ending when I erupted silently with my back arched. From the way I felt him press and pulse inside me, I concluded that this more delicate experience was just as enjoyable for him.