He’s lifted himself from his feet, walking behind his boyfriend and providing a generous tap to his rear, a kiss planted against his shoulder before he steps into the bathroom. An obvious open invitation for Alex.
Penn finds himself in a haze, arm reaching over to the bedside cabinet for protection and lubricant, the other still clung to Alex’s hand to maintain his balance through the ordeal.
It’s not long before he finds himself adjusting to his lover’s size, eyes unable to +
find a path through the love-filled haze before him, lips sighing out sweet relief with each movement of his hips against Alex’s entirety — desperate to show the physical love he felt for Alex.
“God — i-it’s … you’re perfect, Alex.” +









