“FYI, I’m about ten seconds from taking you without lube or prep,kid,so don’t test me,” he warned, but Cain only laughed at the empty threat. He reached his hand into the case and managed to extract the small blue tube of lubricant in two seconds flat.
“This what you’re looking for…” He added in a whisper. “Big Daddy?”
Saucy brat.Damon was caught between laughter and lust - had he ever laughed this much while he was in bed? He hadn’t known what he was missing. And it seemed like a tragedy that he could have gone his whole life without knowing how good it could be.
Damon grabbed the lube and pushed Cain back with one firm hand on his chest. He fell back against the bed laughing, and Damon climbed on top of him.
“I don’t think you’ll be laughing for long, brat.”
“Wow.Brat. Kid.You’re sure about the daddy thing? Because it sounds like…”
“Itsoundslike you want your ass spanked.” Damon straddled Cain’s waist and grabbed his hands, pinning him against the mattress.
Cain blinked - actually fucking blinked, like he was considering it. He caught his lip between his teeth and his eyes burned up at Damon. “Maybe I do,” he said slowly, and Damon had to take a deep breath.
His erection, which had subsided slightly thanks to the cold, roared back to life as he envisioned Cain’s ass spread in front of him, rosy-pink from his palm, and…
Fuck.“You’re determined to make me come before I get inside you,” he growled. Cain glanced down at Damon’s cock, and all traces of mischief fled from his face. He swallowed hard as his eyes met Damon’s again.
“No, I’m not. Hurry,” he whispered.
But Damon was realizing that he had his man right where he wanted him. He gave Cain a wolfish grin and sat back just far enough to take Cain firmly in hand. “You know, I’m actually thinking I should take my time.”
He stroked Cain gently,too gently, in a way he knew would drive him crazy, gliding his thumb over the damp head of Cain’s erection.
“Don’t tease,” Cain whispered urgently. “Please, Damon. Not now.”
Damon leaned forward, bracing one hand on the bed as he bent his head down. “Letmedo this,” he whispered against Cain’s lips, stroking him again, and Cain whimpered, but didn’t argue.
Damon sat back and uncapped the lube, pouring some out onto his fingers. He stroked a single slick finger over Cain’s hole, and Cain’s back bowed off the bed.God.Damon wasn’t sure which of them he was torturing. But he wanted to make it good for Cain. No, not good…perfect.
He continued his relentless stroking as he prepped Cain to take him, giving him one finger, then two, then three. Cain was hipping up into his hand, his whimpers coming faster and faster until they morphed into one long keening wail. “Damon, I’m going to…”
He grabbed the base of Cain’s cock. “Not yet,” he breathed. “Together.”
Cain’s pupils were blown, his cheeks flushed, but he nodded. Damon ripped open the condom and covered himself, slicking lube down his length.
The muscles of his injured leg protested as he crawled on his knees between Cain’s legs, but he firmly ignored it. Nothing,nothing, was going to interfere with this.
He lined himself up, and glanced into the deep blue gaze he couldn’t get enough of. “Ready?”
Cain nodded seriously, lifting a hand to trace Damon’s cheek. “More than.”
Damon turned his head to plant a kiss on Cain’s palm… and then slid home.
They moaned together, the sounds of their pleasure in total harmony as Damon seated himself completely inside Cain, and then he stilled.
“This is…”
“Perfect,” Cain said, his voice coming out as thick and gravelly as Damon’s usually was.
And it reallywasperfect.
He grabbed Cain’s hand from his face and pushed it down to the mattress, then grabbed his other hand and pinned that down too. He’d never really noticed how large his frame was compared to Cain’s, how much broader he was, but now it seemed totally right and perfect. Meant to be.
And with that thought ringing in his head, he began to move.
“Oh!” Cain cried. “God, Damon.Harder.”
