He gasped as Damon got rougher, gripping the back of Cain’s head, yanking him forward until Damon’s pubic hair tickled his nose, then forcing him roughly back. Cain kept sucking and swirling, groaning around Damon’s cock as the man’s body shuddered before him.
“Cain, Cain,Cain,” Damon chanted, and it might have been the world’s sappiest love poem for the effect it had on Cain. He swirled his tongue harder, forced his jaw to open wider, willed his throat to accept Damon’s cock. His eyes watered as Damon’s flavor exploded on his tongue, and Damon threw back his head and cried out as Cain swallowed every last drop.
Cain pulled off, panting, and rested his head against Damon’s stomach. Damon slumped against the door and tried to bring his own breathing back under control, inhaling in short, shuddering gasps.
Fuck.That had been the single best sexual encounter of his entire life, and he hadn’t touched himself at all.
Then Damon wrapped his hands around the back of Cain’s neck, more tenderly this time, and snarled, “Get on the bed.”
Cain stood on shaky legs - and Damon steadied him for half a second, before forcing him backward five paces to collapse onto the floral monstrosity. Eyes blazing, Damon reached for Cain’s jeans and dragged them down, throwing them on the floor along with Cain’s shoes, socks, and underwear. Without a word, Damon leaned down and caught Cain’s nipple between his teeth, his silver hair falling around his jaw like a curtain.
“You are just full of surprises, baby,” he said, while his hand brushed down the length of Cain’s body.
His mouth trailed wet kisses down Cain’s stomach, and then finally reached Cain’s cock. Unlike Cain, Damon didn’t need to play games in order to make Cain lose his mind. Just the sight of his dick disappearing between those lips, the feel of Damon’s scruffy beard against his thigh, had him panting and ready. Damon’s hands held Cain’s hips in place as he writhed beneath Damon’s mouth, and Cain threw his own hands wide, catching the scratchy bedspread in his hands to hold himself in place.
He heard someone wail, and realized it was him. Some distant, instinctive part of his brain warned him to be quiet, that anyone could hear, but he couldn’t make himself care. No part of this pleasure could be denied or modulated, and he refused to try.
“Damon?Damon. Oh my God, Damon,” he moaned, as his balls tightened. His neck arched, his head grinding into the mattress, as his heels dug into the edge of the bed. He was coming, and he almost didn’t want to. Nothing had ever felt like this before and he was almost positive nothing would ever feel this good again after tonight. He wanted to draw it out as long as possible.
But he couldn’t stop the need from building, couldn’t stop the way his hips bucked futilely against Damon’s hands, the way every muscle in his body locked down, or the cry of absolute surrender that came from his throat. He was lost to all of it. Lost to Damon.
A second later, Damon collapsed on the bed and curled around him, his face in Cain’s neck, his hand resting over Cain’s heart.
There were a lot of things Cain wanted to say in that moment - a hundred questions, a dozen thank yous, and one really shitty goodbye - but he kept his mouth shut. He was well aware this perfect peace would only last a few more hours and he wanted to spend them just like this.
It could be worse, of course. He could never have had this night to begin with. He could have died on the plane with Jack. He could…
His conversation with Molly earlier came floating back to him and stopped his little game with a sound like a needle scratching across a record.
You could go on forever thinking of worse things!she’d said, all excited about this new game, which was fine when it came to cauliflower. But was thinking of ways things could be worse really the best way to go through his entire life?
The bedspread was hot and scratchy beneath his ass, and his feet were dangling off the bed at an awkward angle, but Cain would have happily stayed right where he was forever.
Maybe,maybe, it was time to start thinking of ways he could make things better.
