"I... I can't... I'm not ready..." he whispers, half in a plea and half in a sigh of resignation. He's conflicted, and it shows in his face. His legs are hooked over my shoulders and my cock is resting squarely against his hole with a mess of throat slime lubing him up enough so that my head starts to ease in.
But I see it in his eyebrows, a semicolon of two opposing expressions of desire and concern, I read it between the lines that crease his forehead. He wants me inside him but he's afraid. He really isn't ready. Not in the sense that he hasn't cleaned out but in the sense that he isn't emotionally ready to give in to his desire.
"Don't worry, kiddo. I get it," I say, playfully using the diminutive ironically as he's probably a half dozen years my senior. And with a slight change in the angle of my hips, my cock slips from its target and glides up the valley between his legs.
His body shakes. His legs tremble upon my shoulders from the explosion of sensation as I thrust the heat of my shaft against his ass. I want nothing but to put those pleading eyes at ease, to protect him from whatever harm he's trying to shield himself, and to also fulfill that desire that his body so desperately needs. I already felt it before. His cock went from perky to fully erect by the time my cock hit his lips. And it went harder still when he felt my hands wrap around his head and force him down to deep throat me to the base. He wasn't overly experienced but he was a natural. And he has such deep needs.
So as I bucked my hips in a wave of motion, letting him feel my pass his hole at every ebb and flow, I leaned down.
I get it, kiddo.
And I kissed him.
His whole body seemed to draw me in and in just mere moments, I felt him shudder as he came hands free. Just that extra touch of us chest to chest, lips to lips as his legs wrapped around to accept more of me set him off.
And it was exactly what he needed.