Inside Jake's room, two tall figures were intimately entwined. Noah's back was pressed against Jake's chest as Jake hovered over him. "Does it hurt?" Jake whispered against Noah's ear.
"Of course it hurts, you asshole," Noah groaned, his hands clutching the sheets beneath him as he tried to bury his face in the pillow.
"I was careful. I even used an entire bottle of lube for you. Trust me, you'll get used to it soon."
"Let me f*ck your ass and then say the same thing," Noah groaned.
"I'll let you, but today is your turn," Jake said. "Hold on, I'm going to move now."
"Go to hell," Noah spat out, but still braced himself. Groaning as Jake moved, he said, "F*ck…"
"That's what I'm doing, darling," Jake said in a restrained tone, holding back from moving too hastily. "I'd love to see your face, but you…"
"Shut the f*ck up and just do it… I don't want to see your face…"
