Just hours ago, he came here alone and broken, and now, he was considering the future. This wasn’t just sex for him.
No.
This was the start of something new.
He knew instinctually if they were to survive their past, they had to step off of that path, and onto a new one.
Together.
He found his mouth, as his hand did wicked things to Graham’s body.
As their mating of mouths continued, they were both driven wild with heat and lust.
Hands wandered.
Fingers stroked.
Someone moaned.
That was when Michael couldn’t wait any longer. What he craved was seeing if this man still tasted the same.
So, he took a chance.
Releasing his erection, and going to his knees in front of Graham, he let his mouth take control. The second he began the blowjob, it all fell into place.
Again.
His heart stopped hurting.
Michael could feel Graham shaking, and he could taste the precum that was beading at the tip of his erection as he blew him.
Graham’s hands were in his hair, and he was breathing heavily.
Yeah, he was desperate for this moment. All of him wanted to know if it would be like it was.
Would Graham be submissive?
Or would they have to figure it all out again?
A part of him prayed it would be the same. The best sex he’d had in his life was with Graham because they were open and honest with their needs.
They didn’t hide the truth.
They both liked fucking. Him taking Graham, and Graham being taken.
Well, he was about to find out.
Because he wanted to press him to the wall, and take him like he once had.
Desperately.
Graham couldn’t breathe.
“Oh, fuck me,” he muttered, as he stared down, and saw the most beautiful thing in the whole world.
D’Artangnan taking what he wanted from his body.
As the man used his fist, pumping away as his mouth worked his erection over, Graham couldn’t look away.
