#arindwell

Even’s fingers twitch again, but he stills a little and his breath whistles out as he nods.  Isak gives him one final smirk before returning his attention to Even’s hand.  It’s delicate work, not the sort of thing Isak is used to.  So this is scary, because if he gets this wrong Even’s going to be disappointed.  Oh, sure, he won’t say it.  But Isak will know.  It’ll be there is the way he looks and the slight droop of his mouth.

“Isak?” Even says softly as if he can read Isak’s thoughts.  He smiles at Isak when he glances up again.  “Thank you.  I wouldn’t trust anyone else with this.”

“Then you’re a dumbass,” Isak grumbles, but he smiles back, feels the joy bubbling up inside.  Even laughs and shakes his head at the implication he’s dumb for trusting isak with this.  It’s the plain truth, though.  This requires artistic skill, which Isak does not contain.  There are any number of people who would do this better.  But it means something, what Even said.  It means I love you.  It means this may not be perfect but it’s perfect for me.  

Isak refocuses.  He concentrates on the fingers in front of him.  Even has at least stopped moving, restless energy diminished for now.  Carefully, Isak touches the tiny brush down onto Even’s nail.  His tongue is slipping out of his mouth as he draws the brush down in as tidy a line as he can.  It’s not perfect, not like the ones on Even’s other hand that he’s emulating, but it’s not terrible either.  Then he makes a few quick brush flicks to the sides, and soon it actually looks like the mini tree he was trying to produce.  Isak lets out a pleased hum as he pulls back to admire his handiwork.

“Almost done,” he says, grinning up at Even in his relief.  Even’s eyes are crinkled as he stares at Isak.  There’s so much affection in that gaze, and it’s clear that he’s been looking this whole time, his attention on Isak rather than the work.  Isak has to swallow against a sudden surge of painful happiness.  He’s still not used to the way Even looks at him, the way he pours so much adoration into the smallest look, as if isak deserves that sort of attention.  So Isak deflects by squeezing the fingers in his hand.  “This … uh?  This okay?”

Even moves his intense gaze from Isak’s face to his own hand and Isak is able to breathe again.  Even’s lips purse as he considers what he’s seeing and then he nods, once.  “Perfect,” he says, his voice thick with emotion.  Isak knows it’s not perfect.  He can see the ways in which the scene he’s created is different to the one Even painted so painstakingly on his own left hand.  But he feels pride anyway.

“My first work of art,” he says as he reaches for the final bottle of polish.  He delicately drops one small spot to the side of the tiny tree, a yellow moon that puts the final touch on the blue and black night scene running across Even’s fingernails.  Isak squeezes the fingers he’s holding again before letting Even’s hand go.

“Not your first,” Even says as he admires the fingers himself, turning them back and forth under his eyes.  His eyes sweep up and over Isak’s body, letting him know exactly what he means and Isak rolls his eyes fondly as he screws the lid back onto the bottle of yellow.  “But I love it.  It looks great.”

“Now you really have to hold still,” Isak says, standing to line the bottles up neatly on the shelf where Even keeps them.  “It has to dry.  You’re not allowed to ruin my art.”

Even pouts, but his eyes are dancing.  He waves his hands frantically to dry them faster and Isak growls as he catches his wrists to stop him.  “I didn’t think this through.”

“Are you kidding? I’m excited,” Even says. “But are you sureyou’re not going to be, like, bored? I can totally do this whenyou’re out or something.”

Isak feels his eyes practically bug out of his skull because judgingby the earnest look on Even’s face he actually means that.

“Are you kidding?” he asks back. “Fuck, I definitelywant to be here for this.”

Even’s look of concern melts into that sweet, excited smile he getswhen he knows Isak’s about to take his clothes off. Isak’stechnically already naked, but who cares about the details right now.Not Isak.

“How do you want to do this?” he asks, and can’t help but reachout to stroke a hand up along Even’s shin.

“Well, since you’re here,” Even grins, teasing glint in his eyes,“do you mind fingering me a bit?”

He holds out their lube to Isak, and Isak tries his best to ignorethe black silicone toy that lies next to where Even picked up thelube.

“Terribly,” he drawls.

Even laughs and spreads his legs, pulls his knees up to give Isakeasier access, and Isak shuffles around until he’s kneeling inbetween Even’s legs. Sometimes, when he’s here – here being betweenEven’s naked legs, with his naked everything on show for him socasually – he can’t believe that this is commonplace for him now.The idea of seeing or touching a man like this used to terrify andexcite him so much he didn’t think he could ever do it, for fear ofboth. Now, Even’s body still excites him, and it is because it’s agorgeous body, a gorgeous boy’s body, but it’s mostly becausehe’s even. Now, when he thinks about it, he mostly can’t believe hesomehow managed to stumble his way out of the closet right intoEven’s arms.

Even wiggles around until he’s comfortable, and Isak ignores the lubein his hand for a moment to lean down over Even’s body and kiss him.Gently, sweetly.

“Anything I do you don’t like, tell me, okay? This is your show,baby,” he murmurs.

Even kisses him back and puts a hand on the back of his neck to keephim close, humming a pleased sound into the kiss when Isak swipes histongue into his mouth briefly.

“So long as you don’t touch my dick we’re good,” Even says whenhe eventually pulls back and puts a hand on Isak’s chest to push himback upright. His thumb is rubbing over Isak’s skin almost like hedoesn’t notice he’s doing it.

Isak grins.

“Don’t hear that every day,” he teases.

Even laughs again and then pats Isak’s side.

“Don’t get used to it,” he says, one eyebrow raised sardonically.

Isak catches his eyes and grins back for a while before he waggleshis own eyebrows just to hear Even laugh again.

“I hope not,” he mumbles to himself as he flips open the cap oftheir lube. Judging by Even’s amused little snort, he heard anyway.

Isak doesn’t say anything about it though, just twists to press akiss to the inside of Even’s knee and slicks his fingers of his righthand up thoroughly, hoping to warm the lube a little as well. WhenIsak touches the tip of his finger to Even’s hole for the first time,just rubbing lube in there as well, Even sighs and Isak can feel himrelax a little more.

It had amused them, when they researched how to do this best, thatalmost every single tutorial listicle thing they found made sure topoint out that relaxation is of tantamount importance. Most of thosehad been written for straight guys who’d never had anything up theirasses before as the copious amount of no homo disclaimers had madesure to hammer home. Here, they figure, they have an advantage.Even’s more than just used to having fingers – Isak’s or his own –or Isak’s dick up his ass. He likes it. It’s why he wanted to trythis in the first place.

Isak doesn’t understand how anyone who’s never experienced what itfeels like suddenly thinks to themselves “today is the day I buy aprostate massager and see what the deal is” but he supposescuriosity makes people do all sorts of things. And there does alwayshave to be a first time, after all.

Still, when he breaches Even with his finger, Even doesn’t do morethan shift his legs a little so he can cant his hips up more forbetter access. And Isak knows this isn’t the main event today, but hecan’t resist playing around a little, fucking his finger in and outof Even’s body slowly and grazing the tip of it over where he knowsEven’s prostate is.

Even hums happily, and grabs the back of one knee with his hand so hecan pull it up.

The moment he can, Isak pushes in with a second finger, goingstraight for Even’s prostate again just to hear him groan.

“Fuck, Isak, no need to show off,” Even moans.

Isak flicks his eyes up to meet Even’s gaze with a grin and thenpulls back, leaves off Even’s prostate. It’s not that he thinks Evenwill decide he likes a toy better than Isak, but a little reminder ofthe fun they can have can’t hurt, he figures.

“Sorry, baby,” he says, even though he’s pretty sure Even canhear how not-sorry he is.

“Patience,” Even reminds him.

Isak struggles with that a lot more, and for a second he wonders ifit wasn’t selfish, to want to be here. If it weren’t easier or betteror more something if Even got to explore this alone. But whenIsak looks up at Even while he brushes a third finger at thisentrance, asking a question without words, and Even smiles at him ina clear answer he dismisses the thought. They’re better together.

He goes through the rest of the prep more objectively, even when aslight flush starts to spread over Even’s face.

“Comfortable?” he asks eventually when his fingers move prettyeasily. He doesn’t want to go too far, after all.

“Not exactly the word I’d use,” Even says, voice a little tightwith the stimulation, but his eyes shine excitedly and he grabs thetoy beside him and hands that to Isak too.

The silicone is soft, which is why Even decided on this one insteadof one of the smaller ones. Medical plastic just sounded moreintimidating. And possibly, at least to Isak, a little too much likesomething that’s not really meant for fun.

As it is, Isak coats the massager in more lube, making sure it’s welland truly slippery before he puts his free hand on the inside ofEven’s thigh to hold it out of the way and pushes it inside himslowly. They don’t own any other toys, so the shock of black againstEven’s pale-turning-pink skin is a thrill Isak’s not really used to.It’s oddly exciting, glancing up at the way Even’s face goes thatslack-tense mix it does when Isak pushes into him but to be socompletely removed from the sensation. Isak can feel the resistanceand he knows how to be careful, but there’s no tightness, no heat, norush of arousal for him that he has to fight through. Instead,there’s only Even, and what Even wants.

Once the bigger head has slid past the initial resistance, the restslips in almost easily, and Isak adjusts it a little so the curly bitrests against Even’s perineum, where it’s supposed to be. Before hecan even think to ask what it feels like, Even gasps a little andEven can see the muscles in his ass contract, pulling the toy insidea little, making him gasp again.

“Oh,” he says then, exhales deliberately and keeps himself still.

“Yeah?” Isak asks, looking up from the almost pretty black curveagainst Even’s ass to his face.

Even’s eyes are a little wide, and when he catches Isak’s gaze heholds out a hand for Isak to take.

“Feels strange,” he says. “But good strange.”

“Like fingers?” Isak asks.

Even shakes his head, and Isak can see his ass, and the toy with it,move in the periphery of his vision.

“Not really,” Even says. “Feels bigger, where it, like – oh.Presses. One big, blunt thing instead of fingertips.”

“Well, you did get the bigger option,” Isak helpfully points out,making Even roll his eyes at him.

“Smartass,” Even mumbles, but there’s no annoyance on his face –probably because there’s not much room left with all the things hemust be feeling.

Isak watches the wonder on his face, the arousal that’s making himsuck his lower lip into his mouth again and again, the way he keepshimself so artificially still like he doesn’t want any othersensation distracting him.

And then Even exhales and turns a soft smile on Isak.

“Come kiss me?” he asks.

“Really?” Isak asks, raising a brow. He sort of expected to justbe a spectator today, and he was perfectly fine with that. They don’tusually do the look-but-don’t-touch routine, but watching Even getoff… Isak won’t pretend there’s not a thrill to that.

“Hm, yeah,” Even hums. “It’s not that much yet. I wanna kissyou.”

And, really, who is Isak to deny him that?

So he leans over Even, propped on his arms, and kisses him.

There are, truth be told, few things he likes as much as kissingEven. There’s just something about how intimate it feels, the waythey share breath and heat and touch and — Isak just loves it.Loves being this close to Even, loves Even’s hands in his hair, hisown in Even’s. Loves the way it can be a “hello” or a precursorto more or just the main event. Loves how it can be all three atonce, like right now.

Loves how he can get lost in it, how it builds not only the urgentkind of heat that makes Isak want to get off now-now-now, but thislanguid sort of closeness. Their tongues tangle lazily and eventuallyEven’s mouth tastes exactly like Isak’s own. Eventually Isak forgetsthat he was ever going anywhere with this, because there’s nothingbut this moment and whatever they’re doing in it.

Until Even makes a noise in the back of his throat the Isak justknows is nothing to do with their kiss.

Isak pulls back to look at Even’s face, his lips swollen and pinkerthan usual, eyes dark and swimming with arousal that Isak would loveto take complete credit for but knows he can’t.

“Oh,” Even says again, staring up at Isak, but he’s a littlerestless now, shuffles around, hips riding down into the sensation.

Isak pushes Even’s hair back from his forehead, tracing his fingersgently over the flush on Even’s cheek as he pulls his hand back.

“Feel good?” he asks.

Even nods, hair bouncing back onto his forehead.

“It’s starting to really – oh,” Even says, interruptinghimself.

“It’s like I can feel it everywhere,” he goes on, rubbing hishands over his abdomen like he can’t help it. Like he’s searching forthe sensation but can’t quite pinpoint it.

Isak watches the trail of his hands and reaches out to follow it withhis own, earning himself another gasp and then a moan.

“God, that’s so much,” Even groans.

“Want me to stop?” Isak asks, hand still on Even’s skin. He’srunning hot, and it’s making the hair at the back of Isak’s neckstand up, this physical evidence of how good Even feels, how much hisbody is working to deal with what he’s feeling.

Even shakes his head immediately.

“No. But– more lube.”

Isak moves immediately, gets the lube and pulls the toy out a littleso he can slick it and Even’s rim up again.

His cock lies half-hard against the line where his thigh and torsomeet when the black silicone slides back into his body, and Isakkeeps his hand away from it like promised, circles lazy fingersaround Even’s belly button instead and watches the way his bodystarts moving. The way his hips roll, just a bit. The way the blackof the toy moves with the contractions of Even’s muscles, shaped tounerringly tease and prod and push at his prostate inside, and hisperineum on the outside.

“I’m not even— it’s not–” Even says, losing the other half ofthe sentence to another moan.

It’s not on purpose. It’s just Even’s body reacting to the constantstimulation, trying to get more and less of it at the same time.

Even’s legs are shaking a little, and with a hot pulse of arousalbetween his own legs Isak remembers that, fuck, he’s really turnedon. Seeing Even like this, surrendering to how good he feels, is areally fucking big turn-on.

“Fuck, Isak,” Even gasps, reaching out to grab one of Isak’swrists, and Isak laces their fingers together. “Feels so—”

He never finishes the sentence, but he keeps staring up at Isak andholding onto his hand like he needs the reminder that he’s not alone,that this is real, that he’s here in their bed. That he’s okay,maybe.

Isak’s not sure how he’d deal with that much sensation. It’s not thathe doesn’t like it too, when Even fingers him and plays with hisprostate, or that he doesn’t think it feels amazing to have Even hitit again and again when he fucks him. But he’s not sure he could dothis – this constant pressure there. It’s already so intense as itis and this looks a few levels above intense.

But still.

Even looks…

Fuck, Even looks like he’s having a really, really good time.

“You look so fucking good, baby,” Isak breathes, and reaches hisfree hand between his own legs, slowly pulling at his cock.

Even’s eyes fall down to watch almost instinctively and he makes anoise halfway between a whine and a moan.

“You’re so beautiful,” Isak goes on, and has to let go of hiscock again to put his hand on the flushed skin of Even’s chest. He’snever blushed this much without some actual exercise being involved.

“You’re red all the way down here,” Isak marvels, flicks a thumbover one of Even’s nipples and watches his body jump with thesensation. Does it again just to see him jump again.

“Isak,” Even begs, second hand clutching the sheet like he’strying to keep himself from reaching down where he’s still not fullyhard.

Not everyone gets hard from this, Isak knows. Some people do and loseit again. It’s all a bit different than a regular orgasm. And it’sodd, that Isak can’t tell how close Even is the way he usually would.Or — well. Even’s face looks like he’s right on the edge, but hisdick doesn’t. It’s an odd contrast.

Isak stills his hand on Even’s skin again.

“Want me to stop touching you?” he asks.

Even looks conflicted about it for a second but then shakes his head.Still, Isak keeps his touch almost innocent, keeps running his handover Even’s body, but doesn’t deliberately add any other sensation torile Even up. And when he realises the he’s rocking his own hips intonothing he doesn’t feel bad about getting his hand back on his dickeither.

He kind of doesn’t want to come before Even does, but also the waythat Even’s breathing has gone shallow, and the way his body’sstraining under the stimulation of the toy is a lot harder to watchthan Isak thought it would be. In so far as that there is definitelyabsolutely no chance of Isak being bored. This is like the best kindof porn he’s ever seen, even if he didn’t expect to be this into it.And it’s happening in glorious real life high definition right infront of him. And it’s Even.

Even’s who’s sighing that high, breathy noise. Even who’s thighs arestill shaking. Even who’s pulling on Isak’s hand like he doesn’t evennotice he’s doing it. Even, whose ass keeps moving the toy in and outin a smooth rhythm he has no hope of escaping.

Fuck.Oh, fuck.

“Even, fuck,” he says, transfixed by the movement of the blacksilicone, matches the pace of his hand to it.

He hears Even keen and looks up, sees Even watch his hand and thenscrew his eyes shut, pressing his head back into the bed.

If Isak had the stamina for it, he could fuck Even like this. Staydeep and grind against Even’s prostate, work him as long as it takesfor him to go wild from it. Ignore the way it’d make him want tothrust harder, pull out further.

There’s toys for that too.

It’s only barely a thought, but Isak feels his body lurch with thethought, spine bowing and head lolling forward with it before herights himself again and makes his hand do less – match theshallowness of the movement of the massager inside Even as well asthe pace.

It feels maddeningly less like that.  A tease of a touch instead ofthe purposeful pulls towards a very happy end, but staring down atEven, Isak thinks it’s worth it.

Even’s moaning quietly, but almost non stop, every other breath somesort of noise, interrupted only when he forgets to breathe and hiships stutter like he’s trying to somehow get more sensation than heis. His legs are splayed weakly, open only because they fell likethat and Isak’s still sitting in between them. His body basicallymoves on autopilot, and Isak can’t tear his eyes away.

It’s why he catches the way Even lets go of the sheet on aparticularly loud moan and reaches for his own dick.

Isak grabs it without thinking, presses it back against she sheetnext to Even’s hip while his own stutter into the loss of sensationon them.

“No!” Even wails, and bucks under Isak’s grip, but doesn’t try todisentangle his other hand from Isak’s.

Still, Isak looks up at him, with his eyes still screwed shut and hisneck bared.

“Baby,” he calls, trying to get Even’s attention. “Baby, lookat — Even.”

Even’s looks at Isak at his name, and Isak has to swallow a moan athow huge his pupils have gotten.

“Even,” he says again. “Do you want to end it now?”

Even bites his lip, and shakes his head, but Isak can’t quite readthe torn look on his face, so he waits.

“No, I want— oh fuck, oh please, just— hold me down.”

Isak feels that lurch go through his body again, and gives in to theway his spine bows, touches his forehead to Even’s chest and breathesin the scent of his sweat, the heat coming off his skin.

“Fuck,” he curses, heartfelt.

Then he comes up again, shuffles around so he’s straddling only oneof Even’s legs, the one his still half-hard dick isn’t layingagainst, and grabs both of Even’s arms to press them down into thesheet to either side of his head. Their eyes meet when he leans overEven like that, and for a moment Isak’s pretty sure he forgets how tobreathe.

They’ve had about fifteen months of really good sex, but this mightbe the single hottest thing Isak has ever experienced.

He bends lower to bury his face in the sheet by the crook of Even’sneck, nuzzles his nose and mouth into Even’s skin, hips rutting downagainst Even’s body practically without his say-so. He’s stillover-careful to not accidentally graze Even’s dick, so it’s not muchstimulation, probably not enough to actually get off on, but it’sbetter than nothing anyway.

He moans into Even’s skin and Even gives one helpless, breathlesslaugh as he turns his own face into Isak’s hair. It might be anapology of Even had more of his wits about himself, but as it is,it’s mostly a recognition of how they’re always in the same boat.

“It’s so much, Isak, it’s so fucking much,” Even whispers, voicehoarse and low and sending tingles down Isak’s spine that make himshiver. He can fucking feel the vibrations of Even’s voice dance overhis skin.

Isak doesn’t know how long they stay like that – moving togetherbut not-quite, until Even makes a noise that’s almost all surprise,tearing through the rhtythm.

“Oh fuck, Isak, oh my god,” he moans.

When Isak lifts up to look down, Even’s— coming. Only it’s more ofa trickle, really, the way his come flows from his red, but stillnot-hard dick to pool on his stomach.

“Oh my god,” he echoes, and lets go of Even’s wrists to sit up,reaching down and pulling at his own dick, transfixed by the sight ofthe stark white on Even’s flushed, shiny skin.

His own orgasm takes barely a handful of seconds to overtake him,explosive as usual, and the strips of his own release hit Even higherup on his chest, almost violent looking splashes compared to thegentle way his own release is spent.

Still, Even’s hands are twisted into the sheet, clutching it hardenough for the lines of his muscles to stand out, eyes seeking outIsak when he feels the wetness of his release hit him. Isak can’t buthold his gaze as he rides the wave of his orgasm to the end, and whenit ebbs away again, Even’s still coming, the movement of his hipsjerky and more of a stuttering, jittery shiver than any kind ofdeliberate rocking.

“Fuck, baby,” Isak moans, hardly recognises his own voice, andwatches Even whine and shut his eyes again.

Isak’s itching to kiss him, touch him, something, but he makeshimself keep still, every muscle going tight with it.

And then Even whines and starts shaking his head, legs spreadingwider.

“Stop, stop, stop,” he pants, eyes opening again, glassy asIsak’s ever seen them, but clear enough to find his immediately.“Isak, please—”

Isak doesn’t wait for clarification this time, holds Even’s hip downwith one hand, more to give him a touch to ground himself with thanto actually hold him down, and carefully eases the toy out of hisbody with the other one. Even makes some half-strangled moan, butIsak keeps going, his own ass clenching in sympathy when he seesEven’s hole flutter with the sudden emptiness.

“Please,” Even says again, still urgently, so Isak just drops thetoy somewhere on the bed and turns back to him.

“Please, I need– touch me,” Even begs.

Isak leans down to kiss Even, presses their chests together and letsEven feels the entire weight of his body.

Even moans into the kiss, but his hips rut up against Isak, and Isaktakes the hint. He lifts up enough to get a hand between them andwanks Even to a far quicker orgasm, his dick filling in Isak’s handquickly and almost barely before Even’s moaning out his release.There’s only a little of it, though Even’s skin hardly needs more ofit to look completely ruined.

Even’s only panting against Isak’s mouth at this point, so Isakpushes back up to look at him, the flush that has taken over all ofhis face and the top of his chest, the sheen of sweat all over hisskin, the tangled, sweat-dark mess of his hair, the blood-filled redof his lips…

Isak groans and leans down to sink his teeth into Even’s shoulder,shivering through the urge to make it count, really leave amark on him. He shakes it off eventually, eases back down from thesudden rush and kisses Even’s skin instead, pushes closer again. He’sat least just as sweaty as Even is, and there’s no way he’s lettingEven get in the shower by himself right now anyway.

He brings on of his hands up to card through Even’s hair, puts hisweight on his elbow and waits for his heartbeat to slow back down.Even underneath him must be doing the same, his body occasionallywracked by shivers until he sighs, deeply, and wraps his arms aroundIsak’s shoulders.

“Fuck, I get it now,” he says. His voice sounds rough, like he’sspent an entire day talking, or an hour — well.

Still, all Isak can do is snort a laugh in response.

“So we’re doing that again?” he asks, pushes up so he can nudgeEven’s nose with his own and kiss his smiling mouth. Even barelypurses his mouth in response, thoroughly lax, but he’s smiling.

“Yeah, but, like. In a month. At the earliest,” he says. “Idon’t think I can have sex again for a week at least.”

Isak grins into the next kiss he presses to Even’s lips and thenshuffles onto the bed next to him.

“I’ll remind you tomorrow,” he teases, and Even grins, but hiseyes are still wide like he can’t believe what he’s just experienced.