Because he wasn’t ready to be done.
Not.
Even.
Close.
As Graham added his hand, working the man’s dick over, as he sucked on the tip, his body betrayed him, and he ruptured apart.
With his hand, he slid Graham’s head down his erection, so that he didn’t miss a single drop of cum. Instead, it poured down his throat.
“Fuck!” he hissed, as his body shook from that release.
And when he opened his eyes, he picked Graham up, and he wrapped his legs around Michael’s waist.
They were body-to-body, and staring into each other’s eyes.
“More,” Graham begged. “I need all of you.”
Oh, well, he was feeling the same.
With his hands holding the man up, and on his ass cheeks, he used his fingers to explore.
Graham whimpered.
“I’m glad to see you’ve not changed,” he admitted, biting him roughly on the neck.
The man’s body bucked as D’Artangnan’s fingers slipped into his ass.
He moaned.
Michael loved that he was slick and wet still from his cum, and that was going to make amazing lubrication when he took him back to bed.
As he did war with the man’s mouth, he walked them back into the bedroom.
They were wet, and the linens were toast, but this castle had to have a laundry facility, right?
Then again, he didn’t care.
Michael could feel his heart and soul knitting back together.
“Bed?” he asked between their barrage of heated kisses.
Graham just nodded.
There was no other place that he wanted to be. If this was a dream, or he was in a coma, he wanted this to be his forever. He wanted to live in this place, whatever it was, with him.
He’d lost him for too long.
Going to the bed, Michael climbed on it with the man wrapped around his body. They tumbled to the bedding, and their mouths did battle again.
Hands wandered.
Kisses heated their bodies.
And they forgot everything but that moment.
They rolled around, getting tangled in limbs and bedding, as they drove the heat back up in the room.
