Chapter 14

Austen

I don't have to be told twice that I should get naked. My clothes get stripped away and tossed to the side almost as fast as Corrin's shirt does. It would be comical if I weren't so damn eager to get on with the next part of all this.

"Now what?" I ask him once I'm bare.

His eyes rake over me, heat pouring from them as his jaw tightens. I know he's holding back. While I'm glad he's not rushing this, I'm a little disappointed. I'd been looking forward to him losing a bit of control.

"You're good with topping right? I really need to know what you feel like stretching me open." His jeans and underwear hit the ground as his fist goes to his cock. The lean muscle in his arm flexes as he strokes up and down his length.

While not as long as me, Corrin's cock is a sight to behold. There's a curve to it that makes me wonder what it will be like when I get to taste him properly.

Of course, that only makes me want to try it sooner. Before I lose my nerve, I stalk to him and drop to my knees. Even at this height, I'm too tall for things to even out.

"This should not be such a turn on. You're a fucking giant and can't even suck my dick with our size difference." Corrin groans, his fist moving to the base of his length to squeeze it tight.

Needing to improvise, I look around the room for something to help. There isn't anything available besides the bed.

The bed with a sturdy-looking footboard. A wide footboard.

Moving to kneel, I lift him up and place him along the edge. It's wide enough he won't slip off, so I'm confident this can work.

I shift forward, my face now level with his waist. I let my ass rest on my heels and lean forward to run my nose along him. My nose grazes his fingers in my path, making them twitch. I grin to myself, happy to see the effects I have on Corrin. It's only fair since he's gotten me all worked up too.

"Fuck," he breathes out when my tongue slips out for a taste. Both his hands move to the footboard when he starts to slip backward over onto the bed.

I reach up quickly to grip his thighs. "Stay."

He nods rapidly, eyes wide as he watches my every move. I go back to my exploration. His scent here is so strong. I can't get enough of it.

And the taste… I need more.

Lifting my head, I stare into Corrin's eyes as I move my mouth over his crown. I keep our gazes locked as I slip down the length bit by bit. It's a powerful feeling that I know I'm going to want to repeat soon. We aren't even done, and I'm contemplating the next time it can happen.

The curve feels exactly how I imagined it would. I shift my head to the side, testing the angle. While I might not know much about sex in a practical nature, I'm aware that teeth and genitals are not the best mix. It's why I take it slowly as my jaw adjusts to his body.

"You feel fucking amazing, baby. I can't take much more. Going to come," he pleas.

Pulling back, I press kisses along his length. "Does it matter if you come though? You know, since I'm the one who has to stay hard."

Corrin's eyes roll back. "I can't… you're right… but come together… you sex god…"

He mutters the words at the ceiling, but I get the gist. Plus, he says I'm right, so that's all I need to know.

Slipping him back between my lips is much easier now. I close my eyes and let myself enjoy the feel of him. Plus, I worry any more eye contact might just kill him.

I move in a steady, unhurried pace to keep him on the edge for a couple more minutes. Not because I'm trying to be mean or anything. I just feel like ending it too soon isn't fair. I want to be the best he's ever had. The best he'll ever have.

When I feel his hand grab my hair, I press as far down as I can. My nose meets the curls of hair at the base of his cock as his crown presses against the back of my throat. I swallow, partly to give him more room and also because I want more of his taste.

Corrin grunts. Interesting.

Needing to test the theory like the good student I am, I swallow again. More grunting comes, so I repeat the motion over and over as fast as I can. I'm nearly gagging, but it's worth it when I feel his length swell.

"Fuuuckkkkkkkk," he shouts. "Baby, baby, baby, baby…"

He comes hard and fast, his cum splashing down my throat with each swallow. It's almost too much for me to handle, but I persevere through it for no other reason than I'm a stubborn person when I want to be.

I pull back once I know he's spent. "Time to get on the bed, love. We need to work out how to get this inside of you."

His eyes move down to my still hard cock. Pre-cum leaks from the crown, and Corrin licks his lips.

"Prep. It's called prep, and it won't be too hard. I finger myself a lot in the shower these days."

The visual of him playing in the shower back home instantly fills my mind. I don't even know the logistics of what he uses or how, yet the visual is as real as if I were watching him do it now.

"I want to watch this process sometime. For now, just tell me what I need to do." I push him further up the bed as I prowl forward over him.

Corrin crawls backward up the pillows. "There's lube in the drawer over there. Grab it."

Thankfully, we'd both gotten tested before the trip. Mine was more a formality than his given my lack of experience. Both results came back to say we were safe to avoid needing any protection.

Lube retrieved; I climb over him with bottle uncapped. "Now what?"

I kind of hate having to ask him again and again what to do next. It makes me feel stupid that I didn't research this more. It's not really my style to go into something so unprepared.

But this is different.

I have no desire to watch other men having sex, so porn wasn't an option. Tennyson is straight, so while he understands anal, I can't exactly get the right perspective. That left Uncle Kelvin, which was a ‘hell no' or Bailey, also a ‘not a chance' type of thing.

So now I hover over the man who has me all tangled up emotionally as I wait for further instruction.

"Do you want to watch me prep or would you like to do it? I'm good either way." There's a sated sort of energy to Corrin now that he's come. He's happy and lazy, just how I want him to always be.

"I want to," I answer honestly.

"Then you'll need to put some lube on your fingers and on me. Let's start one at a time. You'll ease inside, paying attention when I tell you move or don't." He tugs on the pillows behind him until he's in a more comfortable position. Then he lifts one leg and hooks his elbow under it. His other hand cups under his balls to move them out of the way.

The movements reveal his hole, all pink and puckered. I feel drawn to the space, curiosity and need leading me to investigate.

I pour lube blindly like he instructed me to before shifting closer. I run my finger around the rim, the rub giving everything a shine.

Pressing against the pressure, I ease one finger into him. It's an achingly slow process on my end, even though it takes less than a minute. Once I'm settled, Corrin instructs me to pump in and out. Within seconds, he's demanding for more.

"Add another finger. Please," he whimpers. "Need to stretch. You're so thick."

I follow his orders, adding finger after finger until I could probably fist him. Not that I'm interested in that right now. My main concern is making him feel good with my cock. That's what he wants most. What I want. Time to make us both happy.

I'm on the edge as I align my lubed-up length with his body. One look his way makes it all worth the ache I feel.

"It's ok. I'm ready. Give it to me, Austen. I want you to fuck me."

My hips thrust forward at the demand, the tip of my cock slipping inside his tight hole. I fall forward, an arm dropping beside his head as the other squeezes my base.

"Too good already. Fuck."

Corrin hums. "I like when you say fuck. It's so rare. My good boyfriend doesn't let such filthy words out."

"You think I don't cuss enough?" I push forward another inch or so with a few slow thrusts.

"It's not that. You just don't do it much. Makes when you say it all that better. Especially when you're inside me." He arches up to kiss my chest.

His admission only makes me more curious. Again, my curiosity leads me to do something I'm not used to.

Leaning down further, I thrust my hips sharply, then watch as Corrin whines again. "Is that so? You like when I tell you dirty things? Like how fucking amazing your ass feels on my cock. Or maybe you want to know how damn happy being inside you makes me. How I've been horny all day since that flight, and I left to go inside because I was a second away from fucking you on the outside table. I didn't care about our friends or my family; I would have done this right here had I not stepped away. I couldn't deal with the fallout, so I ran."

"Oh, god. Austen." He grabs my biceps as his back arches. "More. All of it. I need you. Please."

I've been good about letting him tell me what to do so far. This time is no different. I push forward until I'm completely buried inside him. He tightens around me, his body fighting against the intrusion that is my cock.

"This what you wanted, love?"

He nods wildly. "Yes! Fuck! So good!"

I pull back a bit, then move forward to test the motion. It's almost instinctive. Even if I didn't know how sex worked — and trust me, I'm pretty clueless — I'd know this is how it's meant to be. That my body and his are meant to move this way.

"It feels better than I imagined. You're perfect for me," I admit as I pick up my pace. "Can't get enough. Won't ever be enough. Going to need to fuck you every day."

"Please. Yes. I want that. Need it. Oh." His nails dig into my skin. "I think… I think I'm going to come again."

I glance down at his length to find it hard and bobbing between us as I fuck him. The sight makes me push harder; the need to see him fall apart again too much to resist.

"You are going to come again. This time with me." Him admitting he's close brings my orgasm rushing forward. It's officially a race to see who'll break first.

After my demand, the room fills with the sound of us. It's all heavy breathing from me and loud shouts from Corrin. I'm more than a little thankful about the soundproofing he mentioned at dinner, otherwise, I have no doubt everyone would hear what we're up to with his vocal register.

We manage to come seconds apart, though I break first. Unsurprising, really. It's the feeling of him tightening around me, though, that sends me into a spiral.

"Holy shit!" Corrin cries out as he comes again, the spray hitting his chest and abs.

Even as my body works to empty, I can't resist the mess he's made. Bending nearly in half, I lick him clean.

When I pull back to see his reaction, I nearly double over from the look of awe he gives me. It's as if he's seeing me in a whole new light. A positive one, if I had to guess.

"You… fuck me," he rumbles.

"Pretty sure I just did that."

He shakes his head. "Yeah, you did. Like really fucking did. I don't know how you haven't been fucking every guy on campus with skills like that. You're a fiend. I'm officially addicted. One taste, and I need more."

"That's good, since I'm not going to give you up," I admit. "And I didn't fuck anyone else because I didn't want them how I want you. I'm only a fiend for you."

He smiles. "That's good to hear. Let's keep it that way."

I hum as I ease from him. There's a wet sound, then I'm no longer wrapped in his warmth. I look down to see my cum slipping free. The sight frustrates me. I frown, which of course makes Corrin laugh.

"It has to come out eventually. It can't stay inside me forever."

"Maybe not, but had I known, I wouldn't have pulled out yet," I grumble back.

He leans up until our mouths are aligned. I'm given a slow, toe-curling kiss that distracts me from my frustration. I've almost completely forgotten about my frustration by the time he pulls away.

"Next time, you can stay inside me while we sleep. It's called cock warming, and I would love to experience it with you."

I nod, then tug him to my chest. "Deal. I'm already looking forward to it."