Con Brio: Todd and Ian's story

38) Todd (NSFW)

God, he's going to need to call on every ounce of self-control he's ever cultivated here. To be allowed this? To take him for his first ride? He's shivering with excitement as he opens Ian's shirt, and tells him how good he looks. Ian responds just right, by closing his eyes for just a moment, drinking it in. 
Good. 
He should know how gorgeous he is. He'll make sure he does. 
He licks him gently, twirling his tongue around his nipple, watching closely to see if he likes it. Ian's eyes close again and he groans lightly. Todd smiles against the nipple and his hand goes down to cup his erection. 
Oh, good boy. Ian is fully hard already, and he's barely been touched. Todd lies down on top of him for a moment, kissing his earlobe, trailing kisses over his jaw, to his mouth. 
"Oh!" Ian moans as Todd's fingers squeezes the bulge under his hand. 

Todd will need to take his time to prep him. He wants to make absolutely sure that none of this will be uncomfortable for him. Not like the first time he himself bottomed. He grimaces as he thinks back of that particular awful experience and tries to block it from his mind. 
"You ready for this?" he whispers, just to check again. 
"Absolutely." Ian whispers back. 
He opens the jeans and pulls them down. Ian is long gone, he can see that from the way he's closed his eyes, the eyelids softly quivering like a butterfly's wings in a gentle breeze. He's there, ripe for the taking, for him. 
Only for him, if what he said is to be believed. 
Oh, Todd wants to believe him so much. But how can Ian possibly be sure? 
Maybe he can after this? 
He kisses his belly, trailing the kisses down, and runs his tongue through the hair, like he promised himself he would. Then he lubes his fingers up with sure strokes and checks Ian's face. 
Look. They may not get to penetration at all. He may hate the finger. 
And that would be just fine. 
"You're sure, baby?" he whispers, and Ian's eyes open and regard him soberly. 
"Yeah."
Todd keeps his left hand on Ian's erection, and spreads his cheeks with the other. His fingers slips in easily enough, and he checks Ian's face again, for any signs of discomfort. 
"How's that?" he asks as he hooks the finger back towards his prostate. Ian's eyes open wide and his erection twitches. 
"Oh!" he calls. Todd smiles. He's very familiar with the power of that particular spot. 
"More?" he asks. 
"Yes please." Ian pants. 
Todd's second finger goes in without issue, and Ian's face stays relaxed. He scissors carefully, and watches as Ian's eyes scrunch shut. 
"Does it hurt?" he asks. 
"No. Oh! Fuck! Toddy!"
Todd smiles again, but he knows he'll need more confirmation than that. Even if his dick is throbbing now, just doing this, begging him to touch it, begging him for release. He already knows he won't last long, even if they do make it to sex. 
"Todd. Please. You. Now." Ian hisses. He opens his eyes for just a moment, and it's enough to know he means it. 
Todd nodds and picks up the lube. God, even putting the lube on himself everything tingles. He's so close already and he's not in yet. He glances at his suitcase, with the condoms inside. He's never had sex without one before, but he knows he will this time. Why not? It's just them, now. It'll never be anyone else for him again. 
Todd scrunches his eyes together as he positions himself. He's pretty sure this will hurt Ian, at least some. He'll need to control himself. 
"Ready?" He asks, and Ian nods hard. So Todd pushes softly and eases in. 
Oh. 
Oh, it's so, so different. He's tight, very tight, and so warm around him without the condom, but he knows it's the other thing that makes it so special. 
Ian groans softly. 
"I'm sorry." Todd manages to say quite calmly. 
"You're so big." Ian answers, and he can see him grit his teeth. 
"Out?" Todd asks. 
"No!" Ian's eyes are wide upen now and they implore him. "Move." 
"I... I won't last." Todd admits, and Ian smiles briefly. 
"Don't worry about that."
He keeps his eyes on Ian as he pulls back a little bit and pushes back in. Oh, God, the feeling is divine. 
Divine. 
He puts his hand around Ian and jerks him quickly. He's not a million miles away, he can tell. Then he pulls back again and thrusts harder. Waves are lapping up at him and he tries, he really tries, but it's too good. He shouts Ian's name as he comes and comes, harder than he can ever remember coming. 
And it must be okay, because Ian explodes in his hand, against his belly, moaning loudly. He looks so beautiful he could cry. 


He would love to stay here a moment, bask, get soft inside him, but he wants nothing to hurt Ian, so he pulls out very, very gently and lies down next to his love. He needs to make sure he's okay, that he hasn't given him a trauma.
God, he hopes he enjoyed it.