This story is the property of the author and is entirely fictitious, created through the mind of the author. Any resemblance to any persons, places, etc., whether real or imagined, is entirely coincidental. This story features gay male characters engaging in sexual intercourse. If this offends you or is illegal where you live, it's your responsibility to close this page.

The Bonfire Boys takes place in a magical, yet somewhat modern, world, and all characters involved in sexual scenes will be 18+ years of age. While there is plan for sex in every chapter, there will also be a fair amount of plot-related stuff or world-building as well as while this story is intended on providing sex to help you get off, it's also a story with a plot beyond "who and where is next?". There are absolutely no plans to have abuse and domination in the story, so if those are your things, this isn't for you.

Characters involved in sex in this chapter: Caleb T. (18); Lucas T. (18); together.

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Chapter Six.

"Sorry," I tell Lucas. "Was I snoring?"

"No," he answers. "The movie's over and I'm thirsty, and I was worried you'd fall off the couch if I just got up."

"Ah," I sit up.

It takes him a couple of minutes to free himself from his blankets and pillows, then he heads into the kitchen and retrieves a glass from a cabinet.

"So," I say as he starts to fill it up with water. "Ethan and I are dating now."

Lucas jumps, and I'm pretty sure he nearly drops the glass. Maybe I should have waited until he'd sat back down? Or before he'd grabbed a glass?

"You're dating Ethan?" He has his back to me, so I can't see his face. His tone, on the other hand, suggests that he's disappointed by that. Did I screw up in my thoughts about him? "Did that start today?"

"Yeah," I answer. "I sort of made a new friend to hang out and hook up with, and when I told Ethan, he revealed that he's crushed on me for a few years. I've crushed on him, so we agreed to date."

"What about the other, um, it's a guy?"

"Yeah, it's a guy," I answer. He's keeping his back to me. I really screwed up thinking he'd be fine with me being gay, didn't I? "Ethan is okay with me having several boyfriends or long-term sexual partners, so Daniel, the other guy, and I will continue to meet up. Our first one was today, and he seems nice enough that I'm hoping it lasts at least a long while. However, he's just a new friend who will meet me for hookups from time to time in addition to hanging out at times.

"I don't want you to think I'm hitting on you or anything," I tell him. "I just felt like I should let you know that I'm in two relationships now because you are my friend. If I didn't just go and tell you, it probably wouldn't come up until it became relevant to a conversation, and that could take weeks or months with the usual topics we have. That would make me feel like I was hiding it from you, and possibly make you feel like I was doing that, too. There are very few secrets I have from you, and I don't want my relationships to be one of them."

"Ethan is okay with being in a poly relationship?" He sounds a little confused now.

"It's more," I say. "That he's fine with me being in a poly relationship or having a harem, and wouldn't mind doing stuff with other guys as long as I'm involved. So he wouldn't just go and hook up with Daniel or some other guy himself, I'd have to be part of it."

Lucas takes a drink of his water, then fills the glass up before returning to the couch, sitting on the edge of it. Though his face is normally pretty expressive, I can't really understand what's going on in his head at the moment. Did I misread the disappointed tone? He doesn't seem all that bothered by me being gay.

"When we first started hanging out," he tells me. "I kind of developed a crush on you, Caleb. It's still going pretty strong, and I'd never dreamed that Ethan was gay, too. When you said you were dating him, I felt horrible that I've been unable to tell you how I felt. I've wanted to, but my anxiety always got the better of me."

Knowing I'm gay is probably the main reason his anxiety isn't keeping him from telling me right now, though I'm surprised he's able to as easily as he is.

"You crush on me?" I ask.

"A lot," he nods. "I've wanted to date you, but was always too scared to bring it up. You're far more attractive than me, and more talented, and smarter. I'm blessed just to have you as a friend. I'd always figured you'd go for someone more your level, but I still like you as more than a friend."

"You said," I say. "That you wanted to tell me how you felt. Did you know I was gay? Even Ethan hadn't, and he knows me a bit better than you."

The fact that he wanted to tell me about his feelings, despite his anxiety, makes me happy. Normally, Lucas would just give up on anything that caused his anxiety to flare up. With the way he worded things, he definitely wanted to try to get past that to tell me, which tells me more than enough. Because his anxiety was over my perceived worth for relationships and not because I was a guy, he's soon to receive a small boost to his confidence.

After all, someone he puts on a pedestal like that does like him back. That's going to make him feel better about himself.

"No," he answers. "I just wanted to on the small chance that you might consider it. Even if you're gay, you deserve someone on your level."

"Lucas," I say. "I have only ever truly crushed on two guys. Ethan is one, and you are the other. The fact that I'm a little wealthier, smarter, more attractive, whatever doesn't matter. Now I need to ask something pretty serious."

He gives me a worried look despite the happy one he gave me when I mentioned my crush on him. Wording it like that probably wasn't the best, but things will work out.

"When I agreed to date Ethan," I tell Lucas. "I hadn't even considered the possibility that both of my crushes liked me back. I mean, the odds of that would be pretty slim, especially considering it would mean both of them were into guys as well. So I'm already dating Ethan, and I don't want to break up with him. I also don't want to have to choose between the two of you. So I want to ask you this, Lucas: would you rather prefer being someone's one and only boyfriend, or would you be okay with being one of their boyfriends?"

Instead of answering, Lucas focuses on the glass in his hands, occasionally turning it slightly as he tries to figure out his answer to my question.

I was planning on not telling him about my crush because of my worries about the universe deciding to play with me, and it turns out that he crushed on me back. With the extremely small chance that both of my friends had crushes on me, this is pretty amazing to me.

"So, um," he hesitates for a few moments. "Did you and Ethan, uh, have sex? Or are you not doing it with him right now?"

"We had sex," I tell him. "We're meeting up again tomorrow morning for a threesome with Daniel. Assuming the rain lets up before then, that is."

"So if we dated," he hesitates again. "Um. Would that mean we would have sex?"

It seems he's considering it and might be okay with being just one of my boyfriends. If I don't have to pick between my two crushes and can get with both at the same time, with their approval, then I will be more than happy. Thank whatever forces that be for this, and I feel comfortable doing that before total confirmation. Lucas wouldn't be asking me this if he wasn't a little okay with it.

"Only if you wanted," I tell him. "I'd be happy to have sex with you, Lucas, but I'd never expect you to just because we're dating. Ethan wanted to have sex with me and was actually a little miffed that I had sex with Daniel before him because he wanted to be my first time. If all you want is to turn our friendship into dating, without sex, then I'll still be happy and willing, Lucas."

Lucas mulls this over for a bit, and I take the opportunity to admire his face a little. Even with the hood obscuring it a little from my angle, there's still enough visible. He's absolutely gorgeous despite his skinnier frame and the slightly-depressed and anxious expression he has most of the time. His expression fades to total concentration when he's working on his enchantments, and that only raises his cuteness factor.

Something I find a bit amusing is that people think Lucas is shorter than me, even when we're standing side-by-side. That perception comes because of the aura he projects, the slight downward tilt of his head he usually has, and the more confident stance that I take. However, at 5'6", I'm actually a full inch shorter than his 5'7" height. We're both barely shorter than average, since it's only about an inch or two taller than us, but I'm comfortable with my height and Lucas either doesn't know or doesn't care.

Even if he actually was of the petite stature most people think he is, I'd still love him all the same. But that would probably only work for him because of how well I know him.

Lucas takes a drink of his water, and what was probably supposed to be a sip turns to him draining nearly the entire cup. It's a habit he has due to his anxiety, and neither his parents nor I think he knows he does that. We do, however, think the 'sip of water' was something he intentionally started as a way to give himself more time to think without making it seem obvious that he was doing that.

"So," he says once he's done with his 'sip'. "Are you, um… are you a top or a bottom? I've always imagined you as a top and don't like the idea of topping or being in control, but if you'd rather bottom or let me be in control, I-I can try doing those. Or both of those. Um. Yeah."

He's begun stuttering, which means his nerves are really starting to act up now. He almost never stutters if it's just me and him, even if he'll stutter up a storm talking to only me just because someone else is there. Fortunately, I think I can quiet his worries with ease.

"I'm vers," I tell him. "You don't have to push yourself, Lucas. If you don't want to have sex, you don't have to. Don't feel pressured to just because I'm having sex with my other boyfriend and with a friend-with-benefits. If you want to be a boyfriend of mine and not have sex, Lucas, we can do that."

"No," he shakes his head. "I-I want to have sex with you, Caleb. By the ancient mages, I want to have sex with you. I-I just don't think, um, I could top. Or, um, take charge. B-but I'd try if it made you happy."

Lucas looks at his glass, and I can tell he's contemplating taking another 'sip'. The shocked look on his face when he realizes it's nearly empty is one of the reasons we think he doesn't know he drinks more than a 'sip'. Usually, enough time has passed that he just thinks he drank it throughout the conversation. On some occasions, he does it again soon enough that he's a bit confused, aware that he couldn't have sipped it that many times, but it's never been this soon that I've been around for.

It seems like he's trying to force the sex issue. Does he feel that he needs to have sex with me, despite me assuring him he didn't?

"You don't have to do anything you don't feel comfortable with, Lucas," I tell him. "If all you want are snuggles, kisses, and dates in addition to the stuff we already do, then we'll do that. I'm pretty understanding that you might not want sex, Lucas."

"I-I know," his face reddens a little bit. "I-I want to date you, Caleb. A-and have sex with you. J-just thinking about it got me hard."

At the mention of him being hard, I glance down. The way he's sitting, the bottom of his hoodie is hiding his boner. Normally, I'd still be able to tell a difference in his sweatpants, but I can't this time for some reason. I know he didn't adjust it to hide it completely, so what's different? Or is he lying?

"If we had sex right now," I tell him. "What would you want to do, Lucas? And I mean you, not what you think I'd want to do."

"Bl-blowjobs," he tells me. "D-definitely blowjobs. I, um, want to taste your dick and your, um, your cum. A-and if you wanted, to feel you sucking me. B-but you wouldn't have to sw-swallow. A-and, um, I want to get fucked. I-I want to feel you t-taking control and p-pounding me rough and hard. B-but also maybe a g-gentler fuck as well. I-I fantasize both."

"So you like to fantasize," I say. "Me basically dominating you, roughly pounding your ass? And also me gently, lovingly, having sex with you?"

"Y-yeah."

"Do you fantasize them one after the other, that order?" I ask.

"Y-yeah," he answers. "It's, um, it always feels nice to fantasize it that way. I-I like to imagine you dominating me, f-feeling you absolutely, um, taking charge and fucking me. B-but after, I always want to fantasize about, um, you going more gently."

"So in short," I say. "You like the idea of me absolutely dominating you, but also gently loving you?"

I just really want to make sure of this because I'm still doubting his willingness a little bit.

"Y-yeah."

"We can try that," I tell him. "If you really are okay with having sex and don't feel pressured. I'm serious, Lucas. You really seem nervous and anxious over this. Sex isn't a requirement to be a boyfriend. We can be boyfriends without sex."

"I-I want sex," he tells me, then looks down a little bit more, his voice even quieter. "I-if you want it, too. I want, um, to be your boyfriend. And have sex with you."

"Okay," I tell him. "If you're absolutely sure, Lucas. Now, I want to go back to my other question: are you okay with being just one of my boyfriends instead of my only boyfriend?"

"Y-yeah," he tells me. "If, um, if I can be with you, then I'll be happy. A-as long as I don't, um, have to do stuff with them, too."

"You don't," I assure him. "I want everything in my relationships consensual, Lucas. That's why I want to really make sure you're okay with having sex before we do."

"I-I am," he tells me. "Y-you have no idea how horny I get just thinking about doing it with you, Caleb. If-if maybe we'd known each other less, and I didn't trust you as much, maybe, um, maybe I'd, um, want to hold off a bit. B-but I know you enough. A-and, um, I-I'd trust anyone you, um, did. B-but I don't think, um, I'd want to get with more than one person. M-maybe, um, two."

Okay, I need to make sure I'm understanding him correctly. Not because he's stuttering, but because I know he's nervous and might be wording things the wrong way, and that last part isn't entirely clear already.

"Are you saying," I say. "That you might be up for doing something with others I'm with, as long as I say they're okay? But that you'd want to limit it to just a twosome, maybe a threesome?"

"Y-yeah," he answers. "M-maybe Ethan. I-if he's okay with it."

His voice got quieter again there. The implication there surprises me, since he doesn't interact with Ethan that much, just anytime I arrange a hangout for all three of us. I avoid doing that too often because Lucas doesn't talk when they're hanging out and usually becomes somewhat clingy due to his anxiety.

"You crushed on Ethan, too?"

"Y-yeah," he answers. "B-but only, um, sexually. I don't, um, think I want to date him. I don't know, um, I don't know him that, um, well."

"Well," I say. "Ethan would only do something with another guy if I'm involved, so anything with him would be a threesome."

"Th-that's okay," he tells me. "I-I think. M-maybe after you and I, um, do something, I'll say different. But, um, we-we'll see. Yeah?"

"Yeah," I tell him. "So, Lucas, what do you want to do? Right now, I mean. Just snuggle under the blankets as we wait out this storm? Watch another movie? Raid the-"

"M-move to my room?" He hesitantly asks. "And, um, get naked. And, um. Sex?"

"Do you really want to right now?" I ask. "Are you sure, Lucas? I know you've got to be feeling anxious as hell. You're not feeling pressured? Or wanting to do this because of the storm?"

"I mean," he says. "Um. Maybe a little because of the storm. B-but I'd definitely want to do it if, um, if the storm wasn't-wasn't going. S-so, um, are-are we g-going to?"

While I still have doubts just because I know about Lucas's anxiety problems and his tendency to give in to people, he's repeatedly told me that he doesn't feel pressured when I tell him it's okay to not. If he's actually hard, then I'll take his words at face value.

"Can I do something first?" I ask.

"Um, s-sure?" He looks hesitant. "Wh-what is it?"

I reach over and feel his crotch, and Lucas lets out a gasp, nearly dropping his glass. I can feel his boner, and it feels like it's being contained a little bit more than boxer-briefs do. Is he wearing briefs? I've never seen him in those before, only ever boxer-briefs.

"Well," I smile at him as I pull my hand away. "I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be that hard if you were feeling anxious or pressured over this. Let's head to your room."

Lucas nods, then we get off the couch and move upstairs, turning off the TV and lights down here on our way. Lucas's bedroom doesn't have much in it, just his dresser, bed, and a beside table with a lamp on it on either side of the bed. One of them has a box of tissues on it and a small trash can beneath it, and it's on that table that Lucas sets his water. Much like me, he has a few benefits. A bathroom attached to his room, a walk-in closet for his room, an office where he does his school work, and a work room where he studies his magic.

The rest of the upstairs is the guest room and its attached bathroom and walk-in closet, the upstairs bathroom, and a closet. His family isn't as well-off as mine, but they budget well enough to have some extra spending money, emergency funds, and the ability to perform renovations every now and then.

Of course, neither of us are as well-off as Ethan.

As always, Lucas's room is done in burgundies, dark browns, and blacks. Like me, he prefers a darker theme, though his preference is towards red rather than the green that mine is. He has a deep, soft burgundy carpet, his blanket, sheets, and pillows match it, though with his bed made and the way he makes it, I can only see the blanket, his pillows beneath it. His walls are the same color as his bed stuff, and the trim and curtains over his window are black. All of the wood on his furniture is a dark brown with reddish tones, and the lamps on his bedside tables match.

Once he's set his glass down, I step up to him and begin kissing him, sliding my hands under his hoodie and feeling his stomach. Just as I suspected, he's shirtless. His skin is soft and smooth, as hairless as any wizard. I can also feel his ribs when I move my hands up, there's so little meat on him. However, I can't feel him returning my kiss nor his own hands on me, but I can hear him breathing heavily, his chest heaving beneath my hands.

"Everything okay?" I ask.

"Y-yeah," he answers.

"If you want to stop," I tell him. "We can, Lucas. It's okay to back out if you change your mind, but you do need to tell me so I know, okay?"

"I don't-don't want to," he tells me. "Um, back out. I don't-don't want to back out, C-Caleb. I j-just don't know what to do.

"Ah," I smile. "Just return the kiss, Lucas. Maybe put your hands on my sides, letting me lead things otherwise."

"O-okay," he nods. "I-I'll do that."

I return to kissing him, and Lucas begins returning the kiss, moving his hands to my sides as I continue to feel his chest. When my fingers reach his nipples, I give them a light pinch. Lucas's breath catches in his throat, and I take the opportunity to flick my tongue into his mouth, feeling his with mine. Because it's Lucas, I don't leave my tongue in there, just giving him a small tease.

After another minute of kissing, I start pulling his hoodie up, Lucas moving his arms to allow me to pull it off of him and drop it to the floor. His nipples are so pink and nice, I want to start licking and kissing them right now. Instead, I return to kissing him and rubbing his body with my hands, occasionally sliding my hands under the waistband of his pants, but not his underwear.

Soon, though, I stop to remove my shirt, then resume our kissing as I start pushing down his pants. He works with me so that they come off without our kiss breaking, then I begin rubbing his crotch as he steps out of his sweats and kicks them to the side. He's wearing burgundy briefs with a dark gray waistband. Even though I'd expected that, I'm kind of disappointed. Boxer-briefs are much more my style and preference.

"So," I murmur as I start removing his briefs. "Since when do you wear briefs, Lucas? I've never seen you in them before."

"I, um," he hesitates. "I prefer wearing them. But, um, I-I always put on, um, boxer-briefs if, um, I know you're coming."

"Why?" I ask.

"B-because you seemed to, um, like them," he answers. "I-I told myself it was probably my imagination, but it made me feel good. E-even if it was perceived. M-maybe I wasn't wrong, th-though, and y-you, um, actually did, um, check me out."

"Huh," I chuckle. "I didn't realize I'd checked you out, Lucas, but if you thought I did, then don't doubt yourself. I probably did without realizing I was being obvious."

His briefs are low enough now that I can't continue pushing them down without bending too much, but Lucas solves that by moving his legs a bit, letting them fall the rest of the way down. Just like with his sweats, he steps out of them and kicks them to the side. I return to kissing him, pulling his body against me, feeling his boner against my crotch.

I don't need to look to know its size, that's something I already know. Lucas and I measured ourselves together because he always 'felt weird' doing it alone. Maybe it was his way of excusing getting a way to see me hard? If so, then kudos to him for that because I know it must have taken a lot of effort each time.

His dick is 6.4" long and 1.7" thick, so it's pretty above average, even if not as much as mine or Ethan's or Daniel's. When he's fully-hard, his foreskin completely covers the head of his dick, though there's not really any excess like there is with mine.

Feeling it against my crotch, even through the fabric of my sweatpants and my underwear, I want to get naked right now and go right at it. Being as close as I was a couple of hours ago doesn't help, but at least it's been long enough for some of that to have faded and I don't just burst. I continue gently grinding us as I kiss him for several minutes, his hands on my sides and mine moving around his back. Even as skinny as he his, feeling his chest against mine feels good, the softness of his skin, when his bare nipples rub mine, his warmth and smoothness.

When I'm ready for the next part, I reach down and lower my sweatpants until I can just wiggle out of them, then step out of them and kick them to the side. I move my hands to his sides, gently playing with them and feeling his skin tense up at the stimulation. For a minute, I do this, then I slide my hands up to his pits, move them to his back, then onto his shoulders, gently pushing him down. At first, Lucas doesn't realize what I'm wanting, but when he does, he breaks off the kiss and starts to kneel.

"Not so fast," I murmur, grabbing his arms and pulling him back up. "Kiss and lick my chest, Lucas."

"O-okay," he says, then begins gently kissing my chest.

Every few kisses, he licks, the wet feel of his hot tongue delighting me. Slowly, carefully, I move him down little by little, using my hands to guide where he should be playing. If he notices, he doesn't mention.

When he reaches my left nipple, his tongue pushing against it, I let out a soft moan of pleasure, my grip on his shoulders tightening before I realize it. Instead of squirming away or anything, Lucas doubles down on that, a little more confident. So he realized that I reacted better to that and adjusted, then? That makes me happy. Lucas spends a solid minute just licking and kissing my nipple, then moves to my right one on his own, without my guidance.

Once I'm ready to move on, I start pushing him down again, this time much more obviously, until he's at my abs. Lucas licks and kisses them, running his tongue along the gaps between them. He finally moves his hands from my sides to my waist, and I just admire him as he kisses and licks me.

"Lucas," I murmur. "Remove my underwear as you go down, and once it's off, start kissing and licking my dick and balls. Don't take it into your mouth just yet."

Without speaking, Lucas starts moving down more, sliding my underwear down as he shifts into a proper kneeling position. Once he has my underwear around my ankles, I step out of it and he moves them to the side, his hands returning to my hips as he start kissing and licking my dick.

"Unh!" I moan softly. "Yeah, Lucas, like that. Oooh!"

Lucas continues to lick and kiss my dick, his hands remaining right where they are with no attempt at pulling back my foreskin for extra pleasure. He might not be thinking about that, with this being his first time. Even if I put more thought into things for mine earlier, this is Lucas I'm with. We're two different people, with two different mindsets.

I move my right hand to his head, feeling the softness of his black hair as he continues to lick and kiss my dick and my balls, sometimes returning to my abs on his own. When I feel myself starting to get close, I move my hand to the back of his head.

"Look up at me," I say, and he does, his blue eyes slightly worried but also slightly lustful. He's definitely enjoying this. "Damn, you're cute, Lucas. Pull back my foreskin and lick the head."

He moves his right hand to pull back my foreskin, and just as I instructed, begins licking the head. It's sensitive, even without having been worked pretty hard earlier, and I feel my grip on his head tightening a little.

"Nh!" I moan. "Yeah, Lucas! Lick it!"

He continues licking it and I start to feel myself reaching my peak.

"I'm getting close," I warn him. "If you want me in your mouth-"

Without waiting for me to finish, Lucas takes my dick into his mouth, managing about two inches before stopping.

"Ooh, yeah!" I moan, running my fingers through his hair as I move my left hand to my hip. "Yeah, Lucas! Unh!"

He pulls his head back a little, then moves forward, taking a little bit more into his mouth this time. After several attempts, Lucas manages to take a little more than three inches into his mouth, though I have to warn him about using his teeth. I'm thick enough that he really does need to pay attention to that, and he does his best not to once I say something.

"Almost there!" I warn him as I feel myself about to peak. "Gonna-unnh! Lucas!"

I hit my peak and start shooting my load. Lucas chokes on me a little bit, but I feel him start to swallow. When I finish shooting my cum into his mouth and throat, Lucas returns to moving his head back and forth a little, his tongue sliding along the underside in a delightful way. While I want to start giving him pleasure, he seems to be enjoying this so I let it go on.

"Lucas," I say after a few minutes, gently rubbing his head. He looks up at me without taking his mouth off my dick, and for a moment, I want to just keep going like this. This is way too hot. "Stop, it's your turn."

He pulls off my dick, then I swiftly pick him up and plop him onto his bed, startling my friend. My boyfriend. I climb onto his bed and push him so that he's lying down, his head on his pillows. I position myself over him, feeling our dicks rubbing a little as I kiss him, then I begin kissing down, reaching his nipples.

Instead of just licking and kissing them, I suck on them a little, causing Lucas to gasp, one of his hands suddenly moving to my back. Deciding to push a little bit, I gently bite his nipple, and he lets out a quiet moan in response. So his are sensitive, too? And he seems to like this, so I spend a couple of minutes paying special attention to his nipples, enjoying the quiet gasps and moans and the feel of his hand on my back.

As there's more happening tonight, I start kissing down his stomach. There's no definition to it for me to play with, so I only spend a minute kissing and licking and sucking on his stomach before moving down to his dick. I go straight for pulling back the foreskin and licking the head, causing him to moan more. Lucas's moans are so soft and quiet, but at the same time, they're so nice to listen to.

I play with this for a minute, then lick down the underside of his dick and to his balls, gently biting each of them, hearing his soft moans in response to that. Testing the waters a little more, I gently bite the side of his dick.

"Mnh!" Lucas softly moans.

"Did you like that?" I ask.

"Mh-hn!" He is response his quiet, his nod happy.

I gently bite the side of his dick again, then return to licking it, soon taking it into my mouth. Rather than gently teasing going up and down on it, I go all the way down, adding a bit of suction as I do for added pleasure. Lucas squirms a little, and I keep it up as long as I can before my jaw starts to get sore from the effort. Then I pull up until just the head of his dick is in my mouth, using a hand to pull back his foreskin again so that I can attack the sensitive head with my tongue.

When Lucas hits his orgasm, he's as quiet as he has been throughout, his moans still soft but full of pleasure. I feel nine shots in total, and once his orgasm fades, I lick around the tip of his dick, enjoying the slight shudder he makes at the feeling.

"Th-the lube's in that stand," he points at the table with the tissues on it as I let his still-hard dick out of his mouth. "U-um, if you-you want to."

"Do you want to?" I ask.

"Very much."

I nod, then reach into the drawer on that bedside table and pull out the lube. It's strawberry-flavored and from the same brand that I prefer. I move back between Lucas's legs and spread them apart. Lucas watches me as I begin lubing up my dick, then I lift up his legs and gently pushed a lubed-up finger into his ass. While I might not have cared with the other guys and Daniel might not have cared with me, I want to take extra care with Lucas.

Even if he wants me to go rough at first.

Lucas wiggles a little bit but doesn't say anything, so I tease him by turning my finger over and curling a little, rubbing his prostate. His eyes widen as he softly gasps, and I smile at him. He's in for a fun time for sure.

I finish lubing us up, then I set the bottle to the side and lift his legs up more and begin to push my dick into his ass. We both moan softly at the feeling. He's so tight back there, even tighter than Daniel was. It feels so good, the way his ass seems to squeeze my dick.

"Let me know if you want me to stop or go slower," I tell Lucas. "I want to make sure you're enjoying it, too."

"R-roughly?"

Despite him saying only one word and him looking worried, I know what he's meaning. He's asking if I'm going to go roughly, like he said he fantasizes about. Instead of verbally responding, I thrust the rest of the way inside of him in a single motion, burying my dick all the way to the base in an instant. Lucas lets out a quiet moan, tilting his head back as his back arches from the pleasure. I guess he does like this. Does it hurt? I want to ask, but know that if I do, it'll ruin his fantasy. I've done everything I can to make sure he knows he can tell me if he wants to stop or change and I will, so it's time to get doing this.

Grabbing Lucas's legs, I begin thrusting hard and fast, keeping an eye on his expressions to make sure everything's fine. Lucas moves his hands up and shoves them under his pillow, something that tells me he's definitely enjoying this. It's probably adding to his fantasy of being dominated, so I increase my speed and roughness, giving him a more serious look than I was before. He continues to make small moans and keep his hands under his pillow, his beautiful blue gaze meeting mine several times, pure enjoyment in them.

I'm only mostly enjoying this. Seeing and hearing his pleasure, feeling his ass tight around my dick, the heat of his ass, the way my dick slides with only a little resistance, it's all pleasurable. Lucas's gasps and moans don't increase in volume at all, and I can't tell if he's doing that on purpose or if his quietness truly does extend to even this. The only downside is the mock-domination, which makes me feel uncomfortable.

On a whim, I reach down with my left hand and start rubbing his right nipple, feeling how soft it is before I start squeezing it. Every thrust in I make causes me to push down on it, and every time I pull back, it causes me to pull on his nipple. I don't loosen my grip, especially because he seems to enjoy this. In fact, I start doing the same to his left nipple as well, letting his legs rest against my sides without my hands on them.

Lucas squirms a little bit with how rough this kind of is on his nipples, but he makes no effort to stop me. His hands don't even seem to try to move out from under the pillow, meaning he's not entertaining any thoughts of wanting me to stop. That makes me happy, that I'm able to do what he wants.

After a few minutes of this, I move my hands back to his legs and he actually seems disappointed, but I make up for it by thrusting even harder, really pounding his ass. I move my hands down to his sides, holding him as I lean over him, though it's difficult for me to keep staring down with the same stern expression I've kept up this entire time.

When I finally reach my peak, I thrust into Lucas as hard and as roughly as I can, and he squirms a little. For a moment, I think something's wrong, but then I realize he's shoving himself against me, trying to make sure I'm all the way in. I finish my orgasm, then lean down and kiss his cheek, keeping my dick inside of his ass so that once he's ready, we can go straight to the gentler part. It's not like I'll be getting soft while inside of him, even if I know it's not uncommon for that to happen after a climax. This is much too pleasurable and I'm much too horny for that right now.

"Did you like that?" I murmur into his ear.

"Y-yeah," he answers, moving his hands out from under his pillow and wrapping his arms around me. He doesn't pull me down, just holds me. "D-do you think next time, y-you, um, can hold me down? P-please?"

"I don't know if I want to do that," I nuzzle him a little. "But we can explore that in the future, once we're both a bit more comfortable with me essentially dominating you."

His expression tells me he didn't realize I wasn't too comfortable with the idea of it, and he opens his mouth in what's probably an apology. Instead of letting him get it out, I start kissing him, spending a good thirty seconds doing so before I stop.

"It made me uncomfortable," I tell him. "Because I wasn't sure if you were actually happy and okay with it, Lucas. But after this time, I'm a little more comfortable with it, as you showed me you enjoyed it. I don't think it's something I can do all the time, though."

"O-okay," he lets out a sigh of relief.

"So," I kiss his neck. "Are you ready for the gentler side of things?"

"N-no," he tells me. "I-I think I'm a bit too sore for that. G-going rougher was, um, it was good, but, um, I didn't realize it-it would make me so sore."

"Okay," I murmur. "Want me to pull out, then?"

"Y-yeah," he says.

I pull out of his ass, then press myself against him, letting my dick rub against his a little as I kiss him some more. To get to his real fantasy, we'll probably need to let him get used to an ass-pounding so that he can handle doing more after. If I went more gently the first time, he'd probably not be as sore and be willing to go another round. But gently, then roughly, wasn't what he said his fantasy was, so it's unlikely we'd do that.

"Th-think we can go to sleep?" He asks. "A-after we brush our teeth? And, um, together?"

"Sure," I say. "You want help moving?"

"N-no."

Just to be safe, I stay with Lucas before he gets up and moves to his bathroom. Once he's at the sink, I head to the guest bedroom to grab my bag, which has my toothbrush for when I'm here in it, then return to his bathroom. Lucas is sitting on the toilet, and looks at me when I walk in.

"Letting it, um, out."

"The cum?" I ask, remembering the feel of having some leaking out of my ass earlier.

"Y-yeah."

"Okay," I chuckle. "I'll start brushing my teeth."

I begin brushing my teeth, and Lucas joins me after he finishes and flushes. Once our teeth are brushed, we return to his bed, shutting off the lights before crawling under the covers. He turns onto his side and I turn onto mine in response, spooning him as I pull his blanket over us.

"C-Caleb?" He asks softly.

"Yeah?"

"Y-you'll probably wake me before," he says. "You, um, always do, s-since you go for your run and I, um, don't."

"You don't need to join me just because we're dating."

"I, um, wasn't going to ask that," he tells me. "Um. When you wake up, um, instead of doing your, um, usual morning routine of, um, sucking and fingering yourself, um, d-do you think you could, um, uh, wake me up? With, um, fucking? Or-or a blowjob if you-you'd prefer."

"You want me to wake you up by fucking you?"

"It's-it's one of my fantasies," he tells me.

"I can do that," I kiss his ear. "Rough or gentle?"

"Um… between, maybe?"

I'll start gentle.

"I can do that," I tell him, rubbing his stomach. "If you're absolutely sure you want me to, Lucas."

"I-I do," he tells me. "P-please?"

"Okay," I pull him against me even tighter, enjoying the feel of his back against my chest and stomach, his ass against my dick. "I'll do that, Lucas. Let's get some sleep. Good night, and I love you."

"I love you."

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