“Sean,” White starts to say, but then he realizes how ridiculous his timing is and stops.
Sean pauses. “What is it? White can tell Sean.”
White shakes his head. “It’s nothing, really.”
“Does it hurt?” Sean asks, worried, but White shakes his head again, blushing harder than he already was.
“No, no, it doesn’t hurt,” White says. And, for emphasis, “Move.”
“Not until White tells Sean what’s wrong,” Sean says firmly.
White bites his lip, he really doesn’t want to say it, but he does want Sean to move and it makes him feel like the answer is yes even before he asks the question. After all, Sean is already in him. “If White tells Sean, will Sean make me feel better?”
“Of course, baby,” Sean says instantly. He shifts his hips a little, anticipatory, but waits.
“Sean...am I easy? We weren’t even going out when we started doing things.”
Sean chuckles and White feels it through his whole body, they’re pressed so tight together. “White only does anything with his husband. Don’t worry, okay?”
Too shy to say anything else, White just grips Sean’s back. “Move now. Please.” Quieter, “P’Sean, na.”
With that motivation, Sean fucks White until he sounds as slutty as he feels. He moans so loud he can’t believe the voice making those noises could possibly his own.
White pants, his toes curling, and suddenly it no longer matters whether he’s easy or not.
If he’s easy but only for Sean, that’s not so bad.