"Oh, fuck," he says, then bites his lip to prevent himself from making any more sounds.

It's not just potentially virgin.

Ari is so haaaaaaappy.

Eventually, he suspects he's done as much as he's going to be able to do with his tongue; he pulls away, letting his saliva chill over Eric's hole, then spreads some lube on his fingers and slowly inserts the first two.

"Oh oh oh oh," Eric whimpers. "Mr. Kaltmann, you—" A sharp intake of breath followed by a pleasurable shiver cuts him off.

"I what?" Ari asks lightly, adding a third finger. (He's almost surprised at how easily Eric opened up before his tongue, but then again, he knows his own skillset.)

"I hope you oh are p-proud of yourself," he says, trying to sound contrarian and only managing to whine needily. "T-taking the receptionist. F—oh yes—fantasy of yours?"

"Mr. Jones," Ari says patiently, "everything is a fantasy of mine."

He twists his fingers until he finds the prostate, then pushes down on it lightly. "But no, that's not really my thing. Just one very specific receptionist."

Eric squeezes his eyes shut and moans, and quite unconsciously (or maybe not) thrusts his hip back.

Ari removes his fingers, stands up, and pours some lube onto his cock. (He's going to need it. He was not a small man, even before the BOD increase.)

Then he puts the head of his cock against Eric's asshole, shiny with lube, and slowly, slowly pushes in.

"Ah aaaahhhhhhhhhhh," Eric groans, loudly, as Ari starts getting in. He then immediately sticks his fist into his mouth to prevent more loud noises, and is reduced to sounds coming from his throat. He is very, very still, other than the moaning, trying to relax as much as possible. He read that was meant to help.

Ari's keeping it slow and steady, which should also help.

He pauses about halfway in. "You alright?" he whispers in Eric's ear. "Should I go in further?"

"Mr. Kaltmann now is not the time to test my courage."

Ari shrugs and pushes in deeper.

Eventually he bottoms out, his pelvis pressing up against Eric's ass. "Does that feel good?"

His voice is a little shaky. It definitely feels good for him.

Eric has devolved from moaning to just panting and grunts that sound a lot like genuine pain. "Yes," he breathes emphatically, then has to take a few seconds to catch his breath. "Gods Above I had not realized you were quite so large, Mr. Kaltmann."

Ari giggles shakily. "You've seen it enough. I think that's just a failure of imagination. I'm gonna start moving again, okay?"

And without waiting for a response, he draws out a few inches and pushes back in.

"Oh, God, Mr. Kaltmann—" he breathes despite himself. "Oh God do that again, do that again—"

So he does. He keeps up a good rhythm, out and in, gradually speeding up as he does so.

He draws out a little further, hips stuttering, then slams home.

He moans and whimpers and groans and pants and when Ari slams him—"Oh Mr. Kaltmann!" he cries, all worries about being too loud and other people hearing apparently completely forgotten now. "Don't stop, oh please don't stop Mr. Kaltmann, please fuck me, come in me Mr. Kaltmann—" There's a small puddle of precum on the ground by now, and the flush on Eric's skin is very definitely not a blush anymore.

Ari reaches around, smears the lube on his fingers over Eric's cock, starts jerking furiously as he unloads shot after shot of thick cum into him.

He's a little past vocalizations at this point, but he manages to growl, "Mr. Jones-" into Eric's ear while he does it.

The 'Mr. Jones' does it. He already came earlier today—thanks to Ari, in fact—but this was too much, and he comes again, load after load in a long unselfconscious moan that seems to last forever, pressing his ass against Ari as hard as he can as his body slowly winds down.

Quest updated: Coming Strong

Progress: 5/10 orgasms, 4/7 sex sessions, 4/5 different stimuli

Ari removes himself gingerly from Eric's ass, then turns him around and kisses him - not hungrily, like earlier, but slow and sweet.

Eric reciprocates in full, running his hand along Ari's back and up to his hair, pulling Ari's body closer to his—whatever hesitation and recalcitrance he had been showing seems gone, now.

Ari breaks off the kiss reluctantly after a minute or so.

"You're wonderful," he says. "And I'd stay here kissing you just about forever, but I've got a quest to take care of."

He whines just a little bit when Ari pulls away but then looks at him in confusion. "What does that even mean?"

Ari shrugs. "I'm on a mission from God to make people have more fun. And I've got work to do tonight."

"...more fun." He looks like he's about to say something but hasn't decided whether he should.