Both men were completely naked by the time they rolled together beneath the covers. Batista came to rest on top between Jericho's widely spread legs. "Are you ready?" he asked, smearing oil on his thick length and his fingers.

"Yes, I'm ready," the blonde answered, lifting his knees to give him room. "I want to feel you inside me."

"It'll hurt at first."

"I'm used to pain. I'm a professional wrestler, remember?" Jericho laughed.

"Different kind of pain, babe. Okay, here goes." One finger probed, which brought the fair-skinned wrestler's butt off the sheets. "Relax. That's just one finger. Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

"I know. I guess that was just instinctual reaction. I don't know why I tensed up like that." Jericho forced his muscles to relax. "Are there any tricks to this? Anything I should know?"

"Well, a couple of hints that might help," Batista said, nibbling on his lower lip. "Bear down, like you're trying to push me out. I've heard that eases the pain a little bit."

The push against his finger lessened the impossible tightness, so Batista pressed two fingers into his new lover's virgin hole. "That's good," he whispered. "Keep doing that. Concentrate on pushing me out."

"But I can't push you out."

"No, but that's not the point. It doesn't hurt when you're pushing, does it?"

"No, it doesn't. It just feels…invasive."

"That's what it is. I'm invading you. Your first time, I suppose that's all you can expect to feel, but believe me, when you get more used to it, you will learn to love it. I hear it's better than anything."

"Have you ever done this from my position?" asked Jericho.

"Yeah, a few times a long time ago."

"Did you like it?"

"It's different when you care about your partner. We'll talk about that some other time. Let's make this moment beautiful, okay?"

Jericho nodded, panting with exertion. "How many fingers do you have in me?" he asked impatiently.

"Two. Now three," Batista said, pressing three in line fingers into him. "I think you're ready for me, sweetheart."

"Then do it. I want this."

Taking him at his word, Batista positioned himself and entered him with great care. Viewing the anxiety in the blue eyes, he said quietly, "Keep trying to push me out. Push, baby."

"Is this symbolic of childbirth?" Jericho joked, but strained against him. "Oh, yeah, that does help. That feels a lot better."

"Good. Keep doing it." The olive skinned wrestler glided smoothly in until he was balls deep inside his lover. "Now, I'll be still for just a minute."

"Tell me again, Dave. Tell me you love me."

Batista gave him a hot, wet kiss. "I love you, honey," he whispered.

"I love you, too. Don't wait any more. Just go," Jericho begged. "Do it."

Pulling out, Batista began slowly, but sped his strokes at the insistence of the hands that gripped his buttocks and pulled him in faster and faster. "Be careful, babe. I don't want you bleeding!" he warned.

"Whatever you're banging against inside me, it's awesome! Harder!" Jericho persisted. "Faster!"

Shifting his legs higher, Batista began to work harder toward a quickly approaching climax. Wrapping one arm round Jericho's thigh, he gripped the blonde's cock and began pumping it fiercely, which caused an immediate surge of creamy white to spew onto his belly, and created spasms of ripples inside his rectum. Jericho's howls and the internal ripples finished Batista off. Thrusting a few more times, he emptied himself inside his lover, then flopped down on top of him to gasp in his ear, "You are mine, do you hear me? Mine!"

"I am yours," Jericho agreed, basking in the aftershocks. Looking tenderly into his eyes, he rubbed noses with him.

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