A Night With Tony

Content: This story is 99% sex/erotica. Consensual interactions, vulnerability, M/M pairing, Neurodivergent character.

Cross-posted from Medium.

1

Felix Ostrowski and his new boyfriend, Tony, had been dating for two months before they decided to heat things up a bit.

Tony, keenly aware that his new squeeze liked to live life a certain way, approached the proposition carefully.

“Hey, Felix?”

He always started conversations by addressing Ostrowski by his first name, to get his attention. Felix turned from the sink, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.

“Yes, Tony?”

“I’d like to ask you some…personal questions. May we sit down and discuss them properly?”

Over the past eight weeks, Tony had learned a lot about Felix and his particularities. A significant thing he had learned was that Big Conversations were for sitting and holding hands. If you couldn’t hold hands, conversations ought to be kept casual.

If you needed to ‘talk’, Felix told Tony sternly, one had better herald the topic of the ‘talk’ and flag whether or not it required seriousness. Felix appreciated that notice quite a bit. Being ambushed by a serious talk, with only a vague statement indicating the need for a talk, set up a day of anxiety. Tony had learned the hard way that ‘I need to discuss a problem, but the problem can be resolved through discussion’ was not necessarily bad, and thus did not require a ‘we need to talk’ notice. He could say ‘I need to discuss a problem, but the problem can be resolved through discussion’, instead. It would certainly go a long way towards preventing Felix from becoming a broody, glaring twat.

There was a whole conversation about it over dinner one night, which clarified Felix’s foul mood the day prior. Since the point had been laid out, the number of mis-communications experienced by the two had decreased significantly. Be specific, and make sure the conversation took place at an appropriate level of seriousness.

Felix settled himself on Tony’s blue couch. He was dressed that weekend in crisp, sand-coloured chinos and a white collared shirt. His black glasses stood out on his narrow, pale face, shaded by gunmetal grey eyes and the hint of a grey afternoon shadow. He held out his hands for Tony, who sat next to him. Tony curled a hairy leg up in front of himself, taking Felix’s hands. They were soft, and warm. The hands of an accountant. Felix’s eyes were serious, but kind.

“What kind of questions did you want to ask?” Felix inquired. Tony took a breath.

“What are your thoughts on…sex?”

Felix took a moment, looking at their hands. Felix always took a few moments to respond to a question. Off-the-cuff responses weren’t his style. But Tony silently let his boyfriend think.

He appreciated a man who gave him his undivided attention. A man who was considerate, and precise. His past few boyfriends had been… slapdash. Rough. Rude.

Most men at the bar took a look at his large curls, and his brown complexion, and assumed that he preferred being treated that way. The truth was, he didn’t. He appreciated Felix’s more deliberate touch.

Felix looked up, indicating that he had a response for Tony. Tony returned his attention to the conversation at hand.

“You’ll need to be more specific.” Felix indicated finally. Tony smiled. Of course he did.

“I mean…gay sex. With me. What do you think?”

Felix took another moment, nodding.

“I don’t know how it would work, but I’m open to figuring it out.” He responded. Tony’s bottom lip protruded as he nodded, considering Felix’s response. Felix tended to mean precisely what he said, which was also helpful.

“Well, let’s figure it out. What…do you like?”

Felix held Tony’s gaze.

“What do I like…in regards to sex?”

“Yes.”

“Hypothetically, considering that I’ve never been with a man before?”

“Yes,” Tony encouraged gently, “think hypothetically about what you might enjoy.”

Felix’s mind whirred again. Tony felt his heart grow lighter in anticipation. Felix’s gaze locked back with his.

This was how their serious conversations tended to go. A slow dance. A step-and-turn. Tony led, and Felix followed.

“I would like to touch you, more. Especially your…um…ass. And groin. I think we’d both like that.”

Tony felt a familiar tightness in his pants, and he grinned. Yeah, that might be nice.

“Anything else?” he asked. Felix nodded.

“Yes. I would like you to touch me more. Everywhere. Just not in public, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

“I understand that anal sex requires preparation to avoid a mess, or injury. If I was given forewarning, I could undertake that preparation. I suggest a day on the weekend, to ensure minimal inconvenience.”

Tony blinked. He could hardly imagine Felix douching his rectum, but he was suddenly incredibly invested in it.

“I would request that if you wanted to be penetrated, you prepare yourself accordingly as well.”

Tony nodded. Then he smiled.

“Could I book you in for next Saturday, then?”

“Next Saturday night. It’s a date.”

2

Tony was not prepared to see Felix’s apartment for the first time.

Usually, they went to Tony’s. Tony lived in the city, and so was the most convenient rendezvous after work on a weekday. But it had been two months, and Felix insisted that his place was quite appropriate for their planned activities. It was a few stops away from the central district, overlooking a park and close to an assortment of cafes and the river. So, intrigued, Felix packed an overnight bag.

Approaching the address, Tony grinned. The building matched Felix exactly. Glass and steel, as corporate-looking as he was.

The elevator was shiny and pristine, smelling vaguely of carpet shampoo. The hallway looked like a hotel, and the penthouse suite was as spotless as he’d come to expect from Felix.

Black stone floors, polished to perfection, broken up by thick, plush carpets in shades of deep crimson. Modern red-and-stainless-steel kitchen, a glass dining table with chrome and black leather chairs, and a glass and stone fireplace acting as a room divider between the living space and master bedroom. There was no discernible decorations — no flowers, no art on the walls — if Tony didn’t know Felix lived there, he would have been convinced that he’d just stepped into a home-open.

Felix jogged over, taking Tony’s overnight bag.

“Welcome! Welcome!” He greeted, handing Tony a glass of wine and waving his hands in a sweeping motion.

“Explore! You are my esteemed guest tonight, so let me know if there’s anything I can do to make you comfortable.”

Taking the wine, Tony sipped it with bemusement. Felix only acted so animated when he was excited, and it wasn’t difficult to pinpoint why.

He grinned, following his white-haired boyfriend on a brief tour. The bathroom contained a spa tub with jets, and a standing shower with two showerheads on either end in an attractive slate-grey tile. There was an ‘office’ and a spare bedroom behind the kitchen cabinets, with a laundry nook hidden behind a sliding door. But the main event was surely the bedroom, which contained a neat array of intriguing items laid out on the duvet which caused Tony to snort wine up his nose.

In typical Felix fashion, four towels were rolled up on the bed, two boxes of condoms resting neatly on top. In front of the towels, Felix had somehow sourced a soft rope, a pair of tailor’s shears, a riding crop, a black silk eye mask, half a litre of lubricant, and a bottle of scented moisturizer. Tony turned to Felix, who stood with his hands clasped together in front of him.

“Everything to your satisfaction?” Felix asked, face eager. Tony laughed, picking up the riding crop.

“You into this?” He asked. Felix shook his head.

“No, but I didn’t want you to miss out in case you were.”

Tony’s eyes squeezed shut as he scrunched his face up in a broad grin. Ever considerate, Felix was.

He set the crop down on the bedside table.

“I’m alright with just the basics. Thank you for thinking of me, though.”

Tony set the wine glass down. No time like the present, right?

He stepped close to Felix, aware of his boyfriend’s wide, grey eyes honed in on his every move. Felix's mouth quirked upwards slightly. Tony lifted his hands to Felix’s jaw, and kissed his mouth.

Felix tasted of wine, too. Pressing in eagerly, like he had been waiting to taste him all day, Felix reciprocated. Their tongues met, messily and enthusiastically, as Tony gave the waistband of Felix’s trousers a gentle tug.

“Shall we?” he asked.

The two men shrugged their clothes off, breathlessly laughing with the anticipation and excitement of it all. Then, they stood facing each other.

Felix crouched in front of Tony, who took a half step back in surprise.

“Huh!” Felix said, fascinated, “it is the same colour as your lips!”

Smiling, Tony bent to take Felix’s hands and pulled him to the edge of the bed. He sat, and Felix awkwardly straddled his lap, cocks pressing up against each other’s bellies. Tony rested his hands on Felix’s hips. Felix pressed his forehead against Tony’s, smiling and watching with eager attention. Felix’s cheeks were flushed bright red. His eyes searched Tony’s, waiting for permission to proceed.

Tony kissed Felix again, revelling in the politeness of this man. Even when he was clearly hard and practically vibrating with the anticipation, his hands did not wander. They rested on Tony’s shoulders, ready. Felix kissed Tony gently.

“Where would you like to be touched first?” Tony asked.

“Anywhere. Show me…what you normally do.” Felix responded quietly.

Grinning, Tony pressed his lips against Felix’s, and let his hands roam.

Felix’s body was surprisingly lithe for an accountant. His ribcage was narrow, and almost frail without muscle or much fat to pad it. The muscles at his stomach twitched at Tony’s touch, warm and soft. Then, eliciting a murmur of disappointment, Tony did not brush his hands further down.

Instead, he reached around and firmly grasped Felix’s rump.

“Ooh…” Felix responded, tensing. Tony massaged those muscles, spreading Felix’s ass cheeks wider and wider with each roll of his fingers. As if in an involuntary motion, Felix pressed his body up against Tony’s torso. He arched his back, and Tony felt a rush of exhilaration. He’d never expected Felix to be this willing. This…pliable.

With a practiced motion, he picked up the lube and flipped the top, squeezing the liquid onto his fingers. Tony spread his own legs to prompt Felix to widen his stance, drawing him closer to Tony’s eye level.

“Are you ready?” He murmured.

“Yes,” Felix whispered, eyes half-closed. They kissed, and Tony circled his fingers around Felix’s opening before gently pushing his pointer in.

“Aaah…!”

The gasp Felix made was precious, and Tony felt himself get harder. But he couldn’t go wild like he usually would. This was a relative virgin, and a man he really cared about.

Felix’s asshole clenched around his finger, then relaxed as his back arched again, pressing down. Tony inserted his finger deeper, then pulled back, making gentle pumping motions. He felt Felix’s cock press desperately against his chest as he murmured.

“M…more…Tony…p..please…”

He pressed himself down on Tony’s knuckles. Tony gently inserted his second finger, pressing and pumping. The murmurs became moans, and Felix’s kisses became more desperate. Tony received them all gleefully.

Felix’s hair had fallen out of its carefully-combed style, his glasses were already askew. The tidy, self-confident businessman was putty in his hands and he liked it. Wicked images of Felix spread out, begging to be bred, filled Tony’s imagination. They moved together for a while, enjoying the sensation. Enjoying being held.

Tony began stretching his fingers sideways, moving with his boyfriend’s hips. Tony mentally noted how flexible Felix's hole was - as if his concept of 'preparation' had actually meant 'training'. Tony murmured with approving surprise. He had half-expected their first night together to not progress past a fingerbang, but since Felix had gone to all the trouble...

A third finger felt Felix’s ass stretch to its limit, before he gently picked his boyfriend up and deposited his back onto the mattress.

“I’m going to go slow, but tell me the second it starts hurting.” Tony cautioned. Felix was a mess, eyes barely open and panting. His erection was hot and pink, matching his cheeks. The sound he made indicated that he had heard, but he didn’t care. Rolling a condom on and lubing up carefully, he poured more liquid onto his fingers and coated Felix’s entrance with it. He wanted Felix to enjoy his first time.

He pressed the tip against Felix’s entrance, and slipped in easily.

“Oh… Tony…!” Felix gasped. He tightened around Tony’s cock, and Tony panted, carefully holding himself still.

“You can bear down,” Tony replied through gritted teeth, “to relax a little…”

As bidden, Tony felt Felix relax around him, allowing him to push in a little further.

“Ngh…” He grunted, “give it a minute, and we can get going…”

“Tony! Tony, I won’t last long…” Felix whimpered, clutching the bedsheets. Tony’s chest tightened out of sheer fondness for Felix in that moment. He was being penetrated by a man for the first time, and his first thoughts were to warn him that he was close to climax already.

Tony desperately wanted to take Felix’s cock into his mouth, but it would have to wait.

For now.

“That’s okay. Cum for me, Felix.” Tony responded in a low and gentle voice, placing his hands on Felix’s hips again. He rocked in and out, barely moving but providing just enough movement for Felix to feel.

“Ah! Ah!” Felix cried, gasping and bucking. Tony hesitated, before Felix called his name again.

With practiced control, Tony pushed deeper, and gently grasped his boyfriend’s cock. With a few slow tugs, Felix’s pale body shuddered and he cried out, high-pitched with devastated pleasure.

Slowly, carefully, Tony withdrew himself and pulled off the condom, depositing it in the nearby trash can. Then he lay beside Felix, stroking the side of his face as he slowly regained his composure.

“Ho…holy…” Felix gasped. Tony kissed him, and they both smiled.

“Do you want me to do that to you?!” Felix asked breathlessly. Tony grinned.

“Go for it.”

3

A few minutes later, Felix was hard again thanks to the attentions of his boyfriend. It wasn’t too difficult, given the skilled work he made with his tongue.

Tony felt his asshole pucker with excitement as he straddled Felix.

“Now, don’t touch my cock until I say I’m ready, alright?” He instructed. Grinning, Felix nodded, leaning up against the headboard. Guiding Felix’s hand, Tony slipped Felix’s fingers inside himself and sighed.

Felix was surprisingly deft.

As if he’d been studying it, Felix found his prostate with lightning accuracy, and pressed it.

“Alright! Alright! Put your cock in me, god damnit…” Tony gasped, surprised at how quickly he felt himself twitching with the need to climax. He watched Felix roll on a condom, lube up, and position himself. Tony lowered himself down, grunting with the effort to relax.

Felix fit inside him perfectly. Tony swore.

“Are you alright?” Felix asked, terrified. Tony gasped.

“You…feel….so…fucking good.” Tony growled, rocking his hips to bring Felix deeper. Felix gasped, flushing bright pink again.

“God, I want to be fucked by you.” Tony hissed, feeling his sanity slip away a little. Felix smiled, tilting his head back.

“I’ll need to get behind you…if that’s what you want…”

Tony changed positions rapidly, spreading himself at the edge of the bed. Grasping his upper thigh, Felix penetrated him from behind. Slowly, at first. He withdrew a little, then slammed his hips against Tony’s ass.

“Ohhh…ffffuuuu-“ Tony cried with a gasp, balling his fists against the sheets. The throbbing was more intense with Felix pounding from behind. He wanted to be pounded by him all night.

The inevitable thrum of his boyfriend was as dependable and as bone-vibrating as a loud, deep bass running straight up inside.

“Take. My. Cock.” Felix hissed through gritted teeth, marking each thrust with a word.

“Fuck me…” Tony gasped, “Fuck me Felix!”

Encouraged by the cries of his lover, Felix thrusted harder. Moving one hand to Tony’s cock, he gently stroked the exposed tip, and Tony’s vision went white.

The yell he made, and the tears he shed from pure ecstasy, were muffled by Felix’s pillows.

Tony and Felix flopped on the bed, cocks twitching and chests heaving.

“Holy fuck.” Felix sighed.

“Fuck yeah.” Tony chuckled, looking fondly at his white-haired boyfriend. Felix brushed his fingers against Tony’s cheek, eyes exuding a loving gaze Tony hadn’t seen before. Tony smiled, enjoying the afterglow. Then, as the warmth of their bodies slowly dissipated,

“Shower?”

“Shower.”

4

They played together, feeling as giddy as schoolboys as they lathered each other up, splashing shower-water across each other's asses. Felix squinted without his glasses, but had no trouble gliding his palms across Tony’s chest with floral-scented liquid soap.

“I liked it when you massaged my ass.” Felix murmured, sliding his torso up against Toby. Toby laughed, mussing Felix’s hair.

“Dude, the girls must have been falling over you if that’s how you fuck them. Damn.”

“Hah.”

Felix lathered Toby’s hair and beard, rinsing it carefully to avoid getting shampoo in his eyes. Toby leaned his head back, enjoying the care and attention.

“Next time, do you think I’ll be able to have …energetic thrusts?” Felix asked curiously. Tony grinned.

“If you can last long enough for me to get there, sure.”

“I was going insane, Tony. I’ve never had sex that good.”

“I know.”

They shared a wet, slippery kiss under the warm water, and held each other there.

5

They didn’t quite make it long enough to actually order dinner as intended.

Watching Felix move around with a languid ease, Tony was incensed. How long had it been since the man last had sex?

Like an inner demon had possessed him, he suddenly wanted to fuck him, repeatedly. Until he became incoherent. How much could he unbutton that accountant? Could Felix go back to his stiff specificity after a night of climax after climax? Was his uncompromising awkwardness purely due to a lack of adequate relaxation?

Tony remembered that he hadn’t even heard Felix cum the second time, he’d been so out of it himself.

“Felix,” Tony instructed, “Stay there.”

With the warm water still running over the two of them, Tony knelt and placed Felix’s rapidly-stiffening penis into his mouth with a broad-tongued lick.

“O…oh!” Felix moaned, bracing his hands against the tiled wall. Tony gently sucked, running his tongue along the underside of Felix’s cock, feeling it throb as Felix quivered. Felix began to gasp again, but this time it was tinged with panic.

“Tony…Tony I won’t be able to…stand…ah!”

Felix’s knees shook, and Tony gently pulled his panting boyfriend down to the floor. He sat heavily, unable to control his legs.

“I’m…I’m sorry I just…couldn’t hold myself up…” Felix choked, placing a shaking hand over his face. Tony moved the hand away and kissed the embarrassed accountant on the cheek.

“You’re so frail, and so …submissive. You’re just letting me do whatever I want here, aren’t you?” Tony asked incredulously. Felix nodded with a nervous twitch of his adam’s apple.

“It…it feels good…but ..I dunno…you don’t mind that I’m acting like…?”

Felix trailed off, unable to pinpoint precisely what he was acting like. Tony grinned, quietly relishing the sudden vulnerability of the carefully guarded businessman.

“Like a bottom?”

Felix blinked up at Tony, who knelt in front of him.

“Like someone who enjoys being fucked, Felix. You’re acting like someone who enjoys being fucked.”

“Oh…” Felix murmured, blushing, “…yeah.”

“Do I have permission to continue, now you’re safely on the ground?” Tony asked, caressing Felix’s still-erect cock. Felix gulped, giving Tony a pained look.

“Y…yeah…”

“I can stop, if you’re not enjoying it.”

“No!”

The protest was louder than Felix intended, and he clapped his hand over his mouth as it echoed around the bathroom. Tony grinned wickedly.

“I’m sorry…it just…it feels so good it hurts, Tony.”

Tony kissed Felix as he gave Felix’s cock a gentle pull. Felix moaned into his mouth.

“I’ve got you, Felix, you don’t have to apologise.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You want me to make you feel so good it hurts?”

“Mm-hmm.”

This time, Tony slipped his lips over Felix’s penis, swallowing it, then sliding back up to the tip.

“Unh!!” Felix grunted, his knuckles white against the tile. His head was tilted back, jaw clenched, eyes tightly squeezed. If Tony hadn’t been so experienced, he could have sworn that Felix was hating this.

The cry he made when Tony slipped a finger into Felix’s ass betrayed his feelings otherwise.

Sucking and pumping, Tony pleasured his boyfriend until his breaths were coming out in ragged gasps. He made sure to press the prostate as he glided his fingertips in and out, gently dragging his teeth along the length of Felix’s cock.

“Haah….haaaah…”

Felix’s moans were reaching a fever-pitch, which only made Tony want to suck him harder. He felt Felix’s legs shake beside him. He used his other hand to gently squeeze the base of Felix’s penis, delaying his climax.

“No…no Tony…I want…” Felix gasped, fingers scrabbling the damp, dark curls of Tony’s hair. Tony hummed, letting his voice vibrate into his mouth. Felix yelped, his whole body shaking.

“Tony…I’m losing my mind…please…” he begged. Tony looked up.

Felix was a beautiful mess. His eyes were hazy with need, and the expression on his face was distressed. He panted, begging Tony to let him cum, his eyes brimming with tears.

Tony was a generous man. He loosened his grip on Felix’s cock, and intensified the pressure with his tongue.

The climax that rocked Felix’s body was accompanied by a yell — no, a scream.

Circling one arm around Felix’s small waist, Tony held his boyfriend as the shock waves racked him, keeping two fingers pressed on Felix’s prostate. He felt Felix’s muscles twitch and heave as the man scrabbled to regain control of his senses, desperately gasping and rocking in Tony’s arms.

Tony held him fast, murmuring words of comfort and soothing. He pulled his fingers out to hold Felix with his other arm, clenching his biceps to brace his boyfriend’s surprisingly strong quivers.

Eventually the orgasm faded, and Felix sobbed, cheeks aflame.

“Oh god…” he cried into Tony’s neck, “I…”

“Ssh, it’s alright, my sweet accountant.” Tony crooned, pulling Felix into his lap.

“You’re safe. I love you.”

Tony cuddled Felix as the warm water cascaded down their backs, gently rocking him back and forth until the sobs calmed into sniffles. He kissed Felix’s forehead. Eventually, Felix thanked Tony in a quiet voice.

“You’re very welcome.” Tony replied.