First Touch, First Love

**First Time** The bedroom was dim, just the fading gold of sunset creeping between the blinds. Liam’s heart hammered against his ribs as he lay back on his bed, the sheets cool against his bare skin. Beside him, Evan was just as naked—his cock already half-hard, curving slightly against his thigh. Liam swallowed. He'd imagined this a thousand times, but nothing compared to the real thing—the heat between them, the way Evan's fingers trembled as they traced his collarbone. "You okay?" Evan whispered. "Yeah." His voice was rough. "Just... never done this before." Evan grinned, leaning in. "Me neither." His palm skimmed down Liam’s chest, teasing over his nipples, lower, lower—until he wrapped his fingers around Liam’s cock, stroking slow, deliberate. Air hissed through Liam’s teeth. Every nerve burned. He reached for Evan in return, the first touch making them both shudder. Skin on skin. No rush. No shame. Just the two of them, learning, tasting, taking their time. Evan’s lips brushed his neck. “Tell me what you like.” Liam arched into his touch, gasping. *Everything.*

Evan shifted closer, pressing his chest against Liam’s—skin flush, their bodies slotting together like they were made for it. The heat between them was electric, but this was slower, deeper. Liam could feel Evan’s heartbeat against his own, steady and strong, syncing with his ragged breaths. Evan’s hand was still wrapped around him, but the rhythm was languid now, his thumb circling the head of Liam’s cock in teasing strokes. Liam whimpered, pressing his forehead to Evan’s shoulder, fingers clutching at his back. “Like this?” Evan murmured, his breath hot against Liam’s ear. Liam nodded, grinding his hips forward helplessly. The friction was dizzying, every drag of Evan’s calloused palm sending sparks up his spine. He slid his own hand between them, finding Evan’s cock and returning the slow, slick strokes. Evan groaned, his hips jerking into the touch. “Fuck—yeah.” They moved together, breaths mingling, bodies locked in a tight embrace. No hurry. Just pleasure, raw and sweet, building between them.

Evan’s fingers trailed lower, tracing the curve of Liam’s hip before sliding between his thighs. He pressed there, just barely—testing, teasing—and Liam shuddered, his cock twitching in Evan’s grip. “You want this?” Evan’s voice was rough, his lips brushing Liam’s temple. Liam exhaled, nodding. “Yeah. Just—go slow.” Evan reached for the lube, slicking his fingers before pressing one inside, watching Liam’s face as he worked him open. Every inch was deliberate, every thrust of his fingers measured, stretching Liam with aching patience. When he finally lined himself up, Evan’s cockhead nudging against Liam’s entrance, he hesitated. “Tell me if it’s too much.” Liam bit his lip, gripping Evan’s shoulders. “I’m good. Just… move.” Evan pushed in, slow, relentless. The stretch burned—just enough to make Liam gasp—but Evan’s hands held him steady, grounding him. He bottomed out with a groan, hips flush against Liam’s ass, their bodies locked together. “Fuck,” Liam breathed, clenching around him. Evan’s cock was hot, thick, filling him in a way that made his head spin. Evan dipped his head, kissing him deep as he started to move—gentle rolls of his hips, each thrust dragging pleasure through Liam’s veins.

Evan’s thrusts stayed slow, deliberate—each movement teasing Liam open further, letting him feel every inch. Liam arched into it, his nails digging into Evan’s shoulders as pleasure coiled tighter in his gut. The drag was maddening, the heat between them almost unbearable. Evan’s lips found his throat, sucking lightly before murmuring against his skin, “You take me so fucking well.” Liam gasped as Evan angled deeper, hitting a spot that made his vision blur. His cock pulsed between them, leaking against his stomach. “There—” he choked out, hips lifting to meet Evan’s next thrust. Evan groaned, tightening his grip on Liam’s hip. “I know.” He shifted, driving into him again, hitting that same spot with devastating precision. The rhythm built—slow, deep, relentless—until Liam was trembling, his breath coming in shallow pants. Evan’s hand slid between them, wrapping around Liam’s cock in time with his strokes. The double sensation—fullness inside, slick friction outside—had Liam’s thighs shaking. “Close,” he warned, his voice wrecked. Evan’s hips snapped harder, his own control fraying. “Yeah, let go.”

Liam’s back arched off the bed as the pressure inside him shattered—Evan’s cock buried deep, his hand working him just right. Pleasure ripped through him in hot waves, his release erupting between them, streaking his stomach in white. Evan growled at the clench of Liam around him, hips stuttering before he followed, driving in one last time as he came. Heat pulsed inside Liam, filling him, and Evan’s grip on his hip went bruising. Their moans tangled, bodies locked together as they rode it out—Evan’s thrusts slowing to shallow rocks, drawing every last tremor from them both. Breathless, Evan finally stilled, forehead pressed to Liam’s. “Fuck,” he murmured, voice rough. Liam could only nod, his limbs heavy, skin humming. Evan’s thumb brushed his hipbone—gentle now, almost reverent—as they caught their breath in the quiet.