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"Lie on your belly, then." she instructed him gently.
"But I want to look at you, Alvi."
"So do I, baby, but trust me, it'll go smoother if you don't need to do crunches and angle your bum upwards -AND- relax at the same time for your first time."
"Oh..."
So he did, feeling intimately vulnerable as she handed him a cushion to elevate his backside squarely at her... and at her cock, he thought giddily.
He felt her every shift on the mattress behind him, biting his lips and hugging a pillow for comfort as his heartbeat responded by intensifying again and sweat beaded on his side. He was starting to feel the easy burn of solicitating his body's energy for something other than an easy walk, a mix of exhertion and the lingering satisfaction of his orgasm.
"I never knew sex was this tiring," he said.
"Hehe. You don't think about it, right? But you'll be lying down now,"she added, popping the cap on the lube bottle and bringing perfectly manicured fingers to his entrance gently.
He exhaled in response, settling deeper into the soft pillow as his butt greedily ate up her index to the knuckle without even a pause.
"Wow, baby, I think you might be a natural born slut."
"Hrmmn, Alviii..." he weakly protested, even as he concentrated
"What?" she challenged, adding her middle finger gently, questing and probing for responses. "First time prostate orgasm? That's unheard of."
"Alvi, I swear- Ahn!" a sharp cry, like a startled kitten.
"And theeere it is." she continued without pause, beginning to rub against that spot again. "You like it when I play with your P-spot, pretty boy?"
"Alvi plea-a-ase..."
"What is it, Camille? You like my fingers up your ass? You know..."
"Hrm- Ahn! What?"
"I'm technically a male, right?"
"!..." Camille went quiet as a response, burying his face in the pillow to hide his redness. Thinking of Alvi as a man? That was...
"So... You're rubbing yourself against a man's fingers right now..." He kept prodding, physically and spiritually, taut for any sign that she was poking a beehive.
"N-nooo... It's not the same, Alvi..." he weakly, vainly protested, even as his insides tightened in fits of excitement against them.
"Your p-spot certainly seems to enjoy them all the same, though." Greedily contorting and holding onto whatever grip it could whenever Alvi's fingers shifted back for a different angle, and almost sighing in pleasure whenever they dove back against that delicious part that made lightning dance behind his eyes.
"But you're beautiful, Alvi... That's what's not the saaa- ah!"
"Thank you." he quietly finished, pulling out and angling herself -finally!- against his hole. "Camille?"
"Hmrph!" he pouted into the pillow, but he couldn't hold onto even the pretense that he was mad. "Don't mention it," he said instead, blushing redder than a tomato.
"You're a good boy."
"Uhm... Thanks?"
"Do you want a reward?"
This time he snorted, a fit sharp and reflexive under Alvi's weight that sent ripple of laughter across the room.
"Oh, nooooes, not the big meat stick," he affected, faux-girly voice in full effect.
And it was Alvi he reddened in return, embarrassment gaining him all of a sudden at the callout.
"I take it back. You're a brat, Camille."
"And are you gonna punish me, moooom?" He drawled, swaying his gorgeous ass side by side as much as he could under Alvi's straddle.
"I think I'm gonna give it to you... Teach you a lesson in manners- Quit squirming!"
"Nope! Haha!"
It wasn't until Alvi grabbed hold of both his arms and pinned him down with his greater weight that Camile held still, still wiggling just a tad under her cock, that he really looked at Camille again.
Feeling his attention, Camille went still, the recent play fighting having made his breathing heavy under Alvi's grip, torso rising now the only motion as he craned his neck backward as best he could to see what Alvi was up to-
Only for Alvi to dive in, planting a kiss at the swell of his jaw which collected another weak defeated moan from Camille. "Are you gonna be a good boy now?"
"Yes... Mommy."
"If you want to. I told you mommy's a man, though, didn't I?"
"I don't care. I want you, Alvi."
"Then relax... I'll go slow for you, babydoll."
And he did. But the penetration still felt like a size 10 rabbit demanding entry down a size 8 burrow at first, so Alvi pulled back.
"Breathe for me, Camille. Remember how you played with yourself earlier? Try loosening yourself and holding onto that sensation."
This time his cock didn't feel like such an impossible task. There was a dollop of pain, but no more, and heat- that's what he felt the most. Alvi's body-heat and his heartbeat, pulling gently in a discordant rhythm against his sensitive walls.
"How's that?" breathed Alvi gently. "Any pain?"
"I don't... think so. Nothing that makes me clench or resist it. It's more... self-control."
"I know, baby. While you're still so tight, just not tightening up is difficult at first. But you're doing great."
"You're not moving though."
"Think you can take me deeper?"
"...Yes."
So in he went, slowly, careful never to force with anything but the lightest touch and the glide of the lube to enter. Then carefully pulling back, feeling Camille almost take an audible breath of relief when he left him entirely.
"Why'd you pull bacl?"
"Just letting you catch your breath, Camille."
And there was something else, too, something that slithered in Alvi's heart- the way Camille listened to him. Truly listened and trusted him, after the play fighting, that made him want to be extra careful not to rush the moment. He'd adopted a different position now, focused on relaxing on his stomach, so Alvi released his arms, letting him adjust himself underneath him.
Finally he dove back in, gently gliding a couple of inches easily in that first bit of the entrance.
Holding in the desire to push, and just holding in place for a few seconds... when Camille shifted, and without warning Alvi felt himself drop himself another couple inches without the slightest resistance.
"Jesus," he whispered.
"Deeper... Deeper please," Camille begged him.
"You're a genuine buttslut, you know that Camille?"
"Nooo... Your cock just feels so goooooood..."
"You love it that much? My big manly cock? Having sex like a girl with a man?"
"Yeeeesss... I love it. It's like I don't even need to move, you're just so big and gentle with me, Alviiii." he slurred out.
"Jesus, Camille. You're really doing it for me, you know?"
"Yeeeesss... I can feel your heartbeat, Alvii... Are you close?"
"I've been close ever since I paused masturbating when you came," he answered truthfully.
"Then do iiiitt... It's okaaay, you need to think about yourself."
"...I'm gonna move then. Carefully..."
Slowly, Gently, on the lookout for the first sign of pain, Alvi began a gentle back and forth, his fitness showing in the sheer somatic control that said he at least must have rigorous exercise of some kind.
And Camille only writhed underneath him, experimenting with the sensation depending on how he tried tightening up or not against the intruder. It was so much more intense with a big thing like Alvi's cock, feeling it push in places, never against resistance, merely making the space his, taking charge in a way that sent tingle up his spine and electricity spread from his loins all along his body.
He was still lingering in that half-world of pleasure after the first orgasm, and even the fair, moderate pace of Alvi's movement was nudging him back more and more into it the longer it lasted, feeling every thrust add a brick to the edifice of pleasure that built and built inside him.
Meanwhile Alvi felt the release of his control gradually become reality with each moan of pleasure Camille gave out in response to a ever so harder thrust, feeling his aborted anal orgasm's leftover excitement blend in oddly with his much more familiar penile pleasure- but the real crown was the complete abandon with which Camille just let him do it, had begged him, so that when Camille sent an oblique look over his shoulder and winked, he just-
"I'm gonna-"
"Inside."
"Paint it white, I'm, God, CAMILLE!"
-held himself as deep as he felt Camille could yet, embracing him roughly in his rush to hold him, breasts pushing then spilling overboard Camille's soft, slender body- His soft, slender body which he'd entrusted to him, and he came, and came, a harsh sensation and loving feeling and desired outcome built up over today and yesterday and since Friday and kissed and licked and hugged Camille tight until...
"Ha... Haaa... Haaaa. Ohmygod. Whew."
"That feel good for you?"
"It was perfect, Camille." Kissing his earlobe, lingering in the afterglow, fighting the need to pull out and extricate their sweaty bodies.
"Soooo... Breakfast?"