He was beautiful.
Rex’s hands went to Harmon’s shirt.He tugged it off after carefully opening all the buttons, then flattened his palms against Harmon’s chest.Their bare skin pressed together, and Harmon couldn’t suppress the low groan that escaped him.The way Rex felt against him was intoxicating.
Their lips met again, this time with even more hunger.Rex’s hands wandered down Harmon’s back, his nails lightly scratching him, while Harmon tangled his fingers into Rex’s hair.The kiss grew messy and slightly desperate.They both needed more.
“Harmon,” Rex breathed.He grabbed Harmon’s hips, curling his fingers into the fabric of his pants.
Harmon didn’t know what Rex wanted to say.He cut him off with another kiss as he reached for the waistband of Rex’s pants.He hesitated before looking into Rex’s eyes for confirmation.Rex nodded, and Harmon’s fingers trembled as he began to undo the buttons.
They barely stopped kissing as they undressed each other.When they were finally naked, Harmon raked his gaze over Rex’s body, taking in every detail—the curve of his shoulders, the muscles of his chest, the dark hair leading down from his stomach to his cock.
Rex reached for Harmon.His hands were warm against Harmon’s skin, and Harmon wanted more, so he allowed Rex to pull him into another kiss.This one was slower, as if they were savoring the moment.Harmon definitely was.
Rex’s lips trailed down Harmon’s neck, making him shiver.
“You’re beautiful,” Harmon told him.He wanted Rex to know.
Rex paused, lifting his head to meet Harmon’s gaze.His gaze was soft, filled with something Harmon couldn’t quite name.
“So are you,” Rex replied.He kissed Harmon again, cupping his face.“I’ve never felt like this before.”
Harmon’s chest tightened.He didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing and instead pulled Rex closer.Their bodies fit together perfectly, as if they were made for each other, and even though mates weren’t a thing, no matter what the romance novels said, right now, he wished it was true.He wanted Rex to be his mate, to have the certainty that he wouldn’t lose him and that they could weather whatever came next.
Rex’s lips moved to Harmon’s collarbone, his teeth grazing the skin in a way that made Harmon’s breath catch.Rex’s fingers skimmed over the curve of Harmon’s hip, headed lower, and Harmon couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped his lips.
“Rex,” he whispered.
Harmon gripped Rex’s shoulders, his nails digging slightly into the soft skin there.Rex didn’t react.He continued kissing down Harmon’s body, and Harmon closed his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips as Rex’s touch sent waves of pleasure through his body.
“Rex,” Harmon gasped, his voice trembling with need.
Rex pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting Harmon’s.“What do you want?”he asked.
“I want you,” Harmon answered.
Rex’s eyes widened slightly before he nodded.“Then take me,” he whispered, his voice filled with a vulnerability that Harmon hadn’t seen before.
Harmon leaned in to kiss him.Rex’s hands moved to Harmon’s waist, gripping him tightly as he pulled him closer.Their bodies pressed together, but Harmon needed more.
Harmon’s hands roamed over Rex’s body, mapping out every inch he could touch, committing it to memory even though he was sure this wouldn’t be a one-time thing.He wouldn’t be able to go his own way once the night was over.He needed his fill of Rex, and he suspected it would take a long time—maybe forever—until he had it.
Rex arched his body toward Harmon’s.Harmon’s breath caught in his throat.He’d waited years for this, even though he hadn’t known he was.He trailed his lips down Rex’s neck, and Rex’s hands tightened in his hair.
“Do it,” Rex urged, his voice trembling.“Bite me.”
Harmon only hesitated for a moment before his fangs sank into Rex’s neck.The taste of blood filled his mouth, rich and intoxicating, and Rex’s body arched again, a cry escaping his lips.Harmon drank deeply, holding Rex close when he felt Rex’s knees buckle.He cradled Rex close, touched by the trust Rex had given him.
When he finally pulled away, Rex’s eyes were glazed, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.“I think I need to sit down,” he said.
Harmon chuckled.“How about you lie down?We’ll be more comfortable.”
Rex’s lips curled into a smile.“Whatever you want.”
Harmon guided Rex toward the bed, pausing only long enough to grab lube from his bag—he was glad he’d been hopeful when he’d packed.He followed Rex down when he dropped onto the mattress and hovered over him for a moment, unsure where to start.He wanted to touch Rex everywhere at once, but he only had two hands.
He also had lips and a tongue, though.
He brushed his fingers down Rex’s thighs, feeling the tension in the muscles there.Rex’s breath hitched, his hips lifting slightly.Harmon pressed a kiss to Rex’s chest, then trailed his lips down his chest, flicking his tongue over a nipple.That earned him a soft moan, but it wasn’t enough yet.
