To Hold Tight or to Let Go

Chapter Ten

Arthit and Kongpob were panting heavily as Kongpob lifted his hips and pulled down his pants. Arthit pants were already off and he was waiting for Kongpob to shed the extra clothing. When he did, Arthit straddled his lap. He unbuttoned Kongpob's shirt as Kongpob doused his fingers in lube. Arthit was sucking at Kongpob's neck when he felt Kongpob's finger at his entrance. He tensed slightly. Kongpob wrapped his arm around Arthit's waist.

"Bear it for a moment P," he whispered, slowly entering Arthit.

Arthit grunted and held on tight. Even Kongpob grunted as Arthit was very tight. But Kongpob expected that. He knew Arthit hadn't bottomed for anyone since they broke up. It reminded Kongpob of the night Arthit gave him his virginity. He also felt just as nervous as that night too.

Arthit gazed at him, his brown expression soft. "Are you nervous?" he asked.

Kongpob nodded.

"Why?"

"I want to be perfect for you," Kongpob whispered.

Arthit shook his head. "You don't have to be perfect Kongpob. You just have to be you. And I know you'll take care of me. Be confident."

With just those words, Kongpob's nervousness disappeared. He continued holding Arthit and maneuvered their positions, putting Arthit to lay on his back on the seat. He opened Arthit's legs, draping one over the driver's side seat. He lubed Arthit's entrance and slipped a finger inside once more.

Arthit braced himself but the more Kongpob moved his finger in and out slowly, the more he got used to it. Kongpob leaned down and kissed Arthit's pale thighs and then moved up to his balls. He licked at them slowly and sucked at them, popping them in and out of his mouth. Arthit's curly pubes smelled as good as it always did and Kongpob was excited to slurp Arthit into his mouth.

"Ahh," Arthit moaned, delving his hand in Kongpob's hair.

"Hmmm," Kongpob moaned, enjoying the feel of Arthit silky skin in his mouth. As he sucked Arthit slowly, he added a second finger, seeking out Arthit's pleasure spot. When he hit it, Arthit's hips lurched forward.

"You're going to make me cum, fuck," Arthit groaned. "St—stop, stop," Arthit panted. He pulled his dick from Kongpobs' mouth and held Kongpob's wrist so he stopped fucking him with his fingers.

"Don't make me cum until you're inside of me," Arthit panted.

"Oh fuck P," Kongpob groaned. He grabbed for the condom and tore it open with his teeth. He rolled it down his leaking length and lathered himself with lube.

"P, I want to see you," Kongpob said, reaching for Arthit's shirt. Just like before, Arthit clasped his hand to stop Kongpob from undressing him. The car was dark because of the tints and the fact that it was nighttime.

"Just leave it Kongpob and hurry up. I can't wait anymore."

Kongpob positioned Arthit's legs back then guided himself into Arthit's tight sheathe. Arthit grasped Kongpob's biceps and hissed. He lifted his hips slightly so Kongpob could slide in easier but the burn was still there. Tears gathered in his eyes as Kongpob held his hips and pushed inside of him.

When Kongpob was halfway inside, he stopped so Arthit could get used to the feeling. Arthit's hips were jerking as he was trying to get used to the feeling yet he could feel the brush of pleasure if only Kongpob would get deeper.

"More," he moaned, moving his hand to Kongpob's hips.

"You have to stop clenching me," Kongpob gritted.

Slowly, Arthit loosened his muscles and Kongpob slid the rest of the way in. Arthit was on the crux of an orgasm, the pleasure so intense his eyes were rolling to the back of his head.