TW: SMUT AND VERY EXPLICIT WORDS
Enzo hadn't had many relationships in his life—only three, and none of them had lasted long or turned serious. Still, one thing had been consistent: he'd never been the bottom before.
"Does it matter?" Ronny asked, his hand sliding down to Enzo's waist, rubbing it lightly.
"It does, between two men, of course," Enzo replied, even as he kissed Ronny back.
"Your call then. I can be either; it really doesn't matter to me," Ronny said, his voice casual yet enticing.
Enzo glanced at Ronny, who was kissing and licking him all over. Damn, he looked so hot doing all that, his hands moving lower, grabbing him lightly. Enzo tried to weigh his options, but his mind was a blur. Well, does it really matter, as long as we're both enjoying it? Maybe being the bottom wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"Alright... just this once, okay?" Enzo muttered, his eyes locking with Ronny's.
"This once? So, are we doing it again next time?" Ronny teased, biting Enzo's shoulder lightly before kissing him again.
"I don't know," Enzo admitted, his breath hitching as Ronny's finger slipped inside him.
"I'll go slow," Ronny promised, unzipping Enzo's pants with a smile. He tugged them off, gently tapping Enzo's arousal.
Ronny's finger was warm, sending a strange mix of sensations through Enzo. It hurt—of course it did, especially since he was new to this—but at the same time, it felt... good. He'd always been the one doing the prepping, but having someone else prepare him was an entirely different experience.
"I should use some lube," Ronny whispered, kissing Enzo's ear. "It'll hurt less."
He walked over to the same desk they'd been getting freaky on earlier, grabbing a bottle of lube and a box of condoms.
"Man, we're almost out of condoms," Ronny remarked casually.
Almost out? What the hell did he mean by that? So this sly fox had been playing innocent all this time, only to reveal his true self in bed. But who was Enzo to complain? He had his own share of secrets that he hadn't shared with Ronny either. That was fine, though—as long as they both stayed away from diving into those hidden depths.
"I'll loosen you up a bit more so it won't hurt," Ronny said, peeling off his shirt. This guy really had a great body. Enzo had sensed it earlier, feeling Ronny's muscles through his clothes, but seeing it now with his own eyes was something else entirely. As for Enzo, well, he wasn't built like Ronny at all. He didn't work out, but at least he managed to keep his body lean and firm.
"Are you just going to keep staring?" Ronny asked with a sly grin.
Damn, Enzo thought, heart pounding. He's really something else.
"If you want me to, I can keep staring," Enzo said as Ronny leaned in for a kiss. The lingering scent of mint filled the air as Ronny pressed his lips against Enzo's.
Ronny pushed Enzo fully onto the bed, trailing kisses from his neck to his collarbone, chest, stomach, waist, thighs, and finally down to his cock. Yes, you read that right. His warm lips moved all over Enzo's body, sending shivers through him. It was such a strange feeling—none of Enzo's past partners, not even Mila, had ever offered to give him a blowjob. They always said they weren't into it. But here Ronny was, doing it all on his own, and they weren't even in a relationship.
It was quite the sight: Ronny glancing up at Enzo every time their eyes met, his mouth still working, saliva dripping from the corners of his lips as he gave Enzo a sly smile. Then, with one hand, Ronny flicked open the lube bottle and poured it exactly where you'd expect.
Ronny slid a finger inside Enzo, moving slowly, spreading the lube. It felt so good that Enzo almost couldn't handle it.
"Wait…" Enzo gasped, struggling to breathe as he neared his climax. Who would've thought getting your cock sucked and a finger up your ass would feel this incredible?
"Ronny, stop. I'm gonna—" Enzo's voice was cut off by a wave of pleasure as Ronny didn't stop. His eyes glinted with that sly look, sucking and fingering Enzo harder, pushing him right to the edge.
"Fuck," Enzo groaned, grabbing the back of Ronny's head, pulling him closer as he came, his cum filling Ronny's mouth and leaking from the corners. Without hesitation, Ronny licked it up and swallowed.
"What the fuck, man! You swallowed it?" Enzo exclaimed, grabbing Ronny's cheek in an attempt to make him spit it out. But Ronny just smirked, his eyes still holding that teasing gaze as he reached for the box of condoms he'd brought earlier.
"Looks like we're down to the last one," Ronny said, grinning as he kissed Enzo's neck, brushing his thumb lightly over his nipple. Enzo bit his lip, trying to stifle a moan, but it was too late for that. He was embarrassed, but damn, this felt good.
"So… are you really gonna put that in me?" Enzo asked, eyeing Ronny's cock. It wasn't outrageously big, but it was definitely bigger than his own, and the thought of what was coming next made him nervous.
"I won't if you don't want me to," Ronny smiled. "But you gotta help me out here." He stroked his cock, tapping it teasingly against Enzo's stomach.
Enzo sighed. Screw it, he'd come this far. No turning back now. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he focused on the good part.
"Just get on with it," Enzo muttered.
Ronny kissed his neck again, then rolled the condom on, positioning Enzo's hips at the right angle, his cock lined up with the entrance. He paused, waiting for Enzo's nod before starting to push in. The moment the head breached, Enzo screamed. The pain was sharp, tearing through his muscles. It was too big, and he could feel it stretching him in ways he hadn't anticipated.
The more he screamed, the more Ronny slowed down. He leaned in, kissing Enzo deeply, muffling his cries. The pain was still there, but it wasn't unbearable anymore, more of a dull ache.
The room fell into a steady rhythm, filled with the sounds of skin slapping, heavy breathing, and the bed creaking beneath them. Enzo fought to keep his moans under control, but it was impossible. He never imagined being the bottom could feel this incredible. It hurt, sure, but the pleasure made it worth it.
He glanced at Ronny—his face was flushed, sweaty, and red, his muscles taut as he lifted Enzo effortlessly, thrusting into him with a force that sent shockwaves through his body. Ronny bent down, licking Enzo's nipple, kissing him passionately. Their tongues intertwined, wet sounds echoing in the room as Ronny thrust harder and faster, each stroke driving deeper.
"Ronny, slower… slower…" Enzo gasped, clinging tighter, his nails digging into Ronny's back.
"Okay," Ronny replied, slowing his pace but maintaining the power behind each thrust. Every time he hit that spot deep inside, the squelching sound of lube and skin filled the air, making Enzo's cheeks burn with embarrassment. Yet, the sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, he could barely hold back his tears.
Ronny groaned when he heard Enzo moan. His thrusts became erratic as he reached his limit, and Enzo was right there with him. He wanted to hold out longer, but his body had other plans. As the pleasure mounted, Enzo came first, his body tightening around Ronny's cock, drawing a deep growl from him. In the next moment, Ronny followed, emptying himself into the condom. Even through the condom, Enzo could feel the warmth of it filling him up.
Ronny collapsed on top of Enzo, both of them panting heavily. After a few moments, Ronny pulled out, carefully removing the condom, tying it off, and tossing it in the nearby trash bin.
"You're still hard after all that?" Enzo asked, noticing the bulge between Ronny's legs.
"It happens sometimes," Ronny replied, leaning down to kiss him again.
"I can give you a blowjob if you want… you know, in return," Enzo mumbled, still catching his breath.
Ronny raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You really keep surprising me today," he said, straddling Enzo and positioning his cock near Enzo's mouth. "But if you're offering, I'm definitely not saying no."
Enzo eyed Ronny's cock—thick and not too long—and took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He bobbed his head, stroking the shaft while sucking on the tip, the wet sounds of drool adding to the intensity. He even licked Ronny's balls, taking them into his mouth briefly before focusing back on the shaft.
Ronny groaned deeply, grabbing Enzo's head and guiding him, pushing deeper until tears pricked the corners of Enzo's eyes. It didn't hurt, not really, but the intensity was overwhelming. After a few moments, Ronny pulled out and came, shooting all over Enzo's face.
"Man," Enzo muttered, wiping some of it off as he looked up at Ronny, who was red from head to toe, his brown and green eyes still smouldering with satisfaction.
"I'm sorry," Ronny said, grabbing the nearest item to clean Enzo off. After wiping him down, he smiled and kissed Enzo again.
"Come on, I'll help you clean up," Ronny added with a smile, helping Enzo sit up from the bed. He rummaged through his closet, pulling out a towel and wrapping it around Enzo.
Ronny washed his face, shampooed his hair, wiped off the remaining lube, and even blow-dried his hair before finding clothes for him to wear. Enzo wasn't complaining, but he hadn't expected this level of care. He knew Ronny's love language was an act of service, but he didn't think it would go so far that he didn't have to lift a finger. Ronny handled everything for him.
"Do you want to sleep over tonight?" Ronny asked after changing the bedsheets.
Enzo hesitated by the door. "It's dark already," Ronny added, gently guiding him to the bed.
"Won't I be intruding on your space?" Enzo asked.
"No, I want you to sleep over," Ronny said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Enzo's ear.
"Then ok," Enzo finally agreed, settling onto the bed. Friends, he reminded himself. Just friends. But a part of him couldn't help but wonder if it was really that simple. Ronny didn't seem bothered by their... activities. The term "friends with benefits" wasn't new, but it left a bitter taste in Enzo's mouth.
Then Enzo's phone buzzed with a flurry of notifications. The phone, which he had left on the desk, was vibrating non-stop like someone was spamming him. Without asking, Ronny grabbed it and tossed it over to him, lying beside Enzo with one arm draped over his stomach, resting his head on his hand.
It was Ian. Well, maybe not spamming like Enzo had joked earlier, but definitely persistent.
'Enzo, are you free tomorrow?'
'I meant to ask earlier but forgot.'
'I want to ask you out on a date.'
'As a friend.'
'If that makes you more comfortable, of course
Of course he's going to say no, a mix of confusion and amusement swirling within him. But damn, Ian doesn't waste any time. It had barely been a day since they met, and Ian was already making a move. Such an eager beaver.
"Dude, I can't breathe," Enzo muttered, feeling the tight pressure of Ronny's arms squeezing him. Ronny had buried his face in Enzo's neck, It was clear something was off – the sulking all day, the unusual clinginess.
"I was going to say no," Enzo managed, trying to pry Ronny's arms loose. "Stop squeezing me."
"Why?" Ronny whispered
"What do you mean why? You've been acting all sulky all day," Enzo retorted. "I'm not a kid, I know what's going on."
Ronny's eyes searched Enzo's face. "You really know?"
"Yeah, you idiot," Enzo sighed. "I know you're scared to lose a friend." He paused, his voice softening. "Like a kid."
Ronny's frown deepened. He bit Enzo's shoulder playfully, then sat up, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. It was a gesture both unexpected and strangely comforting. Ronny was clearly sulking, but Enzo couldn't help but find his childish behaviour endearing.
"Let's go to sleep, I'm tired," Ronny mumbled, turning his back and pulling the blanket over himself.
He's acting like a kid now. Despite all his behaviour today, this sulking attitude might be the only thing he wasn't hiding. And when he was like this, there was only one solution.
"Hey," Enzo said, poking Ronny's shoulder playfully, "do you want to go to Alice's tomorrow?"
The mere mention of Alice's, Ronny's favourite ice cream shop, was like a magic spell. Ronny's shoulders visibly relaxed beneath the blanket. Enzo couldn't help but smile. When Ronny was in one of his moods, the promise of Alice's was the only solution. He could devour ten cones without a hint of stomach ache, a feat that had amazed Enzo the first time he witnessed it.
"Ok," Ronny finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. He turned to face Enzo, the sheets rustling with his movement. "Are you paying?"
"Sure," Enzo chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement. "You know I always do when you're in one of your moods."
Ronny's frown softened slightly, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm not in a mood," he mumbled unconvincingly.
"Right," Enzo drawled, raising an eyebrow. "And I suppose you just bit my shoulder and sulked for fun?"
Ronny had the grace to look slightly sheepish. He shifted closer to Enzo, their faces just inches apart. "Maybe I like biting you," he whispered, his tone caught between playful and vulnerable.
Enzo's breath caught in his throat. Even in his sulky state, Ronny had a way of catching him off guard. He reached out, gently poking Ronny's cheek. "You're such a big baby sometimes, you know that?"
For a long moment, Ronny just stared at him, his eyes narrowed in mock offense. Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed Enzo deeply. It wasn't like the playful bite or the quick kiss from earlier. This one seemed designed to prove a point, though Enzo wasn't quite sure what that point was.
When they finally pulled apart, both slightly breathless, Ronny flopped back onto his pillow, the sulk returning. "Ten cones," he murmured.
Enzo blinked, momentarily confused. "What?"
"At Alice's tomorrow," Ronny clarified, a hint of his usual mischief peeking through. "I'm going to eat ten cones, and you're paying for all of them."
Enzo couldn't help but laugh, the ridiculousness of the situation finally hitting him. "You're impossible, you know that?" he said fondly.
"Yeah," Ronny agreed, a playful smirk finally replacing his frown. "But you do as I say anyway."
A chuckle escaped Enzo's lips. "Then let's go to sleep," he said, reaching out to switch off the bedside lamp. "You used a lot of energy today."
"Ah, don't start what you can't stop," Ronny warned with a teasing smile. He closed his eyes, his arm tightening around Enzo beneath the blanket, pulling him closer.
"Now sleep," Ronny whispered softly, his voice a soothing balm against Enzo's ear.
"Ok," Enzo replied, a sense of contentment settling over him. "Sleep tight."
Ronny's response was a soft groan, a contented sigh that vibrated through Enzo's chest.
As the room fell into silence, Enzo found himself pondering their relationship. He really didn't know what to call it, but for now, the term "friends with benefits" seemed to fit what they were the most. With that thought, he let himself drift off to sleep, comforted by Ronny's warm presence beside him.