“Lube?”
Vincent shook his head. “I can take you. My spit should be adequate.”
A few seconds later, Anthony noticed the grimace of obvious pain on Vincent’s face. He wanted to tell his boyfriend to stop, but he couldn’t utter a single word. Not when he was gasping from the insanely tight heat of Vincent’s ass sheathing his cock one inch at a time. Besides, Vincent seemed determined to proceed. After what felt like an eternity, Anthony felt as if all the air in his lungs was being forced out. Vincent was seated on him. His cock was completely buried deep inside Vincent’s clenching ass. He noticed Vincent was panting and sweating profusely. Not that he was any better. He was perspiring just as much as Vincent. His sweat would probably soak into the mattress underneath him. Not that he spared that any thought. He was connected to Vincent cock-to-ass, and it was the most amazing sensation ever.
“You did it.”
Vincent shot Anthony a smug smile. “Duh.”