At Long Last

Preston managed to ask.
    Scott nodded, leaned all the way back on the desk and, reaching into the top drawer in a rather awkward position, pulled out a foil packet which he tossed at Preston.
    "Wait." Preston stared at the packet. "You keep condoms in your desk drawer?"
    Scott shrugged. "You never know when they might come in handy."
    Try not to over think this, Preston.
    Preston shrugged out of his suit coat, undid his own tie and disposed of both. Then he reached toward Scott and finished unbuttoning the man's shirt.
    Scott bit his bottom lip, a hint of uncertainty in his gaze. Probably doing the same thing he was.
    "Don't over think this," he suggested to Scott just as he had suggested to himself. He pulled the dress shirt off his lover and then pointed to Scott's undershirt. "Off."
    Scott complied in mere seconds and reached for his belt.
    Preston watched, fascinated by Scott's six-pack abs, the smattering of dark gold hair on his chest. The man was gorgeous really. His hand moved to Scott's chest, his thumb grazing across Scott's nipple.
    "Ah," Scott moaned, trembling.
    "Sensitive?" Preston stroked the nipple in earnest now.
    "Uh-huh." Scott undid his slacks and pushed them down his hips.
    Preston decided to speed things up and yanked the pants the rest of the way down, then pulled them off. Scott was nude except for his charcoal gray socks. Preston admired the rest of his body. Great, muscular thighs on athletic legs. A long, thick hard cock. Scott was a little shorter lengthwise than he was, but he appeared to be bigger around.
    Preston frowned. He didn't have any experience with either getting fucked or fucking someone else in the ass, but there was something he'd heard. "Um. Lube?"
    "Pre-lubed condom," Scott said breathlessly. "Plus you could..."
    "What?" Preston asked when Scott stopped. Scott's face had turned a slight shade of pink.
    Scott closed his eyes for a moment, and then sort of shrugged. "Have you heard of rimming?"
    Oh, God. Yeah, he had, but well, he hadn't thought of doing it. On the other hand, he didn't want to hurt Scott either emotionally or physically by refusing to do it. Besides, he wasn't opposed to it entirely. What the hell? Things had been different since Scott walked back into his life anyway.
    "You don't have to," Scott said, his voice soft.
    Shoving the condom packet into the pocket of his trousers, Preston dropped to his knees and scooted Scott's ass to the very edge of the desk, pushing his legs apart.
    "Pres?"
    "Shh," he murmured, his breath fanning the tiny hairs around Scott's asshole. His fingers braced on either side of it, Preston stuck his tongue into the hole, darting it in slowly, unsure what it would be like. Taste like.
    "Oh my God," Scott groaned.
    Not bad. Not at all, Preston decided. He jabbed his tongue in farther. This close to Scott's sac, he did the only thing he could do, he cupped it and squeezed.
    "Pres." Scott's ass rose.
    Damn punk. He'd already told him his name was Preston. He tongued Scott's hole, thrusting in, licking around it, enjoying the moans and breathless gasps coming from the man. Definitely not bad at all.
    "Now, please," Scott begged.
    "Now what?"
    "I want you to fuck me, Pres. Please."
    Preston stood and pulled the packet out of his trouser pocket. He tore it open and rolled it over his cock. He undid the button of his pants and shoved them and his briefs down.
    His fingers parted Scott's ass, his cock pressing eagerly at the entrance. Preston pushed in and encountered a bit of resistance at the tight ring of muscle.
    "Please," Scott pleaded again.
    Preston gritted his teeth. The other man's begging was going to make him come before he even got his cock all the way in. He pressed forward past the muscle and slid all the way forward, balls-deep.
    His world tilted on its axis. He closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of being inside Scott. Didn't move. Just let the sensation of Scott's ass clenching around his cock flow through him. He found he wanted to remember this moment, this instant, ingrain it forever in his experiences, his memories.
    "Move," Scott urged.
    Laughter, rich and unexpected, bubbled up and out of Preston. It felt good and so did his cock in Scott's ass. He pulled out and pushed back in, slowly, purposefully, searching for that particular spot he'd heard could be great.
    "Preston," Scott yelled.
    He grinned. Right on target. Now that he found it, he made it his goal to hit it every time he slammed into Scott's ass. Pushing,