Free Gold Digger by Aleksandr Voinov

vulnerable at the same time.
    “Lie down,” Nikolai said, his voice suddenly hoarse.
    Henri lay down on his belly, legs spread, offering up a small, round, firm ass. No hair there, something right out of an art shot. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube and a strip of condoms, then relaxed into the mattress.
    Nikolai pulled off his jeans and his boxers, got on top of Henri, and took his hands, which were lightly curled on either side of his head. Nikolai’s arousal was tinged with an odd tenderness. That a guy would invite him like this, be ready to take him inside . . . It seemed like an enormous and generous thing to do.
    “Please, Nikolai.”
    Nikolai ran a hand down Henri’s back, marveled at the curve, then to his ass, and slipped his knees between Henri’s legs. He opened farther, lifted off the mattress, and Nikolai clearly saw his balls and dick, heavy and exposed. Hot as hell that Henri would trust him like that; Nikolai wouldn’t have been able to do the same, which didn’t seem fair, but he wasn’t there yet. He’d never wanted anything up his ass, certainly not a guy’s dick. But now that he was facing Henri’s, he didn’t find anything repellent about it. Touching, erotic, brave, vulnerable. A dozen emotions, all part of a greater one that he struggled to define. Tenderness? Care? Respect?
    He took the condom strip and opened one, then rolled it down over his own dick. He wanted to try things and wasn’t sure they’d be welcome or even feel very good. Rub his dick along Henri’s, feel his balls brush against his cock, squeeze his balls in his hand and find out if Henri liked it as much as he did.
    He took the lube, too, squeezed a big dollop into his hand and smeared it on his dick, then slid his fingers into Henri’s crack, found the little pucker there, and eased two fingers inside him.
    Henri groaned and pushed back. “It’s okay. I’m more than ready.”
    Nikolai positioned himself, then pushed into the resistance, the heat of his body, and Henri’s moan hit him right in the chest. Henri’s breath came in a hiss when he thrust in deeper, but he kept pushing back, so Nikolai assumed he was just getting used to him.
    He ran his hand along Henri’s flank, then reached around to Henri’s dick, which was still hot and heavy. He kept sliding in, deeper, amazed at how good it felt and at Henri’s panting breaths.
    “Damn, you’re always the nice guy,” Henri groaned.
    “Want rough?”
    “Actually . . .” Henri laughed, a shaky, turned-on sound. “I’m not sure anymore. I thought that would be easier for you.”
    Nikolai pushed forward, sheathing the last inch or so in Henri’s body. Seeing that ass take him fully was mind-blowing. He was completely inside him, felt Henri’s muscles work to accommodate him.
    “Oh shit,” Henri groaned. “Yes. Give me rough.”
    Which, yes, might be easier. Nikolai grabbed his hips and began fucking in earnest, at first short, shallow thrusts, but then deeper and more forceful, making the bed creak and groan. Henri was up on his elbows, forehead pressed into the mattress, moaning and sometimes whispering, but Nikolai couldn’t make out what over his own panting and the terrible, sweet, desperate need and desire. This was the real thing, no less intense than if he were fucking a woman, just slightly different parts to deal with, slightly different sensations, the angular hips and the timbre of the voice, the short hair and broader shoulders, different smells and textures. He fucked into the clenching and the subdued strength, the way Henri surrendered his body to be used in return for pleasure. And Henri clearly loved it, every groan and pant nothing but give me more .
    Nikolai pushed him down just as Henri’s hand began to move toward his own dick, pressed him flat on his belly, and lay on top of him, hands holding Henri’s against the mattress, legs keeping him open, and fucked into the tight heat, the writhing body.