By the time Remy’s two long fingers were scissoring as deep inside of him as he’d ever touched himself, he was a mess of nods and panting breaths.
“Please…please…” he whined. He could barely raise his hands to reach for Remy, he was so on edge and wound up like a livewire.
Remy kissed his thighs again, and then grabbed the condom. Marlow trembled and shook, but not because he was afraid.
“Whatever you want, at any moment, just say it,” Remy said, and Marlow nodded, rocking back to grip beneath his knees.
He didn’t think anyone had ever looked at him with as much want as Remy did now.
The first press inside was worlds different from any finger. It felt impossible for a moment, but Marlow was stretched enough, wet enough, that soon the lip of Remy’s head breached the first inch and, “Fu
