“Does that feel good?” Michael’s low, hungry voice breaks the silence and James glances back over his shoulder, nodding with a quiet groan. Michael stands up, hooking an arm around James’ waist as he starts a slow rhythm with his hand, eliciting little groans and moans out of the Scotsman. He gives James a reassuring smile, although it’s lost to the dim light. “Do you want more?”
James swallows hard, nodding slightly and feeling his mouth dry out with nervousness. He takes a sharp breath and speaks, “Michael, I’ve never done this before.”
“Figures,” Michael replies with a tiny chuckle, and slides his fingers gently out and wiping them on his boxers. “Just say and I’ll stop.”
James nods, blocking all thoughts but the present situation from his mind. He grits his teeth, not sure what he’s preparing for. “Do it,” he commands with a slight growl.
Michael lines himself up and presses the tip of his cock against his entrance. His free hand caresses James’ hipbone, creeping slowly down to close around his cock. James moans needily as Michael pumps him gently, pushing in.
He takes James’s waist in one hand and guides himself, tensing to keep from forcing himself in as the sensation engulfs them both. He gasps silently as he feels the scorching heat of the other man’s body enveloping his.