“I’m glad.” Devin kissed Paul gently on the lips before pulling back. “So can we get you naked now?”
Paul gave a shaky laugh, grateful to have the tension broken a little. “I feel like I’ve already gotten naked, but I guess these are still in the way of the fun stuff,” he said, nudging down the waistband of his plain white cotton boxers.
“A bit.” Devin chuckled as he slid his fingers under the elastic. “Up and off, and then I get my taste.”
Paul leaned back and lifted his hips again, his spirit lighter now that the dread of rejection had dissipated. “Far be it from me to deny you any longer.”
“Yeah, you might force me to ravish you.” Devin waggled his eyebrows with a smirk as he eased the boxers down and off. He didn’t straighten up again, choosing instead to wrap his fingers around Paul’s cock as he leaned in to take Paul into the wet heat of his mouth.
Paul curled his fingers in the quilt and struggled to hold still when the shock of pleasure made him want to levitate off the bed. Sweat beaded at his temples, and his skin grew flushed and hot as his need rose.
“So good!”
Devin’s reply was a satisfied hum. He took Paul in deep, then slowly pulled back, swirling his tongue around the head before repeating the process. He seemed in no hurry, slowing even further to keep Paul away from the edge, prolonging the pleasure. Paul tightened his fists in the quilt and tried not to squirm. His breath turned into ragged panting as he watched, the sight of Devin’s rosy lips on his cock almost as arousing as the feel of wet heat surrounding him.
After a time Devin released him with a little lick, raising his head and looking at Paul with banked heat in his gaze. He licked his lips. “You taste good,” he said. “I’d be happy to get you off like this, if you want me to. If not, well, I’m flexible. If you want to fuck me or want me to fuck you, I’m game. Anything you want, Paul. Anything.”
What Paul wanted was to give to Devin as Devin had given so freely to him. Devin had shown him a level of acceptance that Jack never had and had helped Paul’s shaken self-confidence begin to heal at last.
“Let me take this off,” he said, rapping his prosthetic with his knuckles. “Then I’d like you to fuck me. You’ve given me so much tonight already, and I’d like to give you everything.”
“We’ll give to each other,” Devin replied. He gave Paul’s cock a teasing stroke, then sat back. “Maybe next time you can fuck me.”
“Next time, I will,” Paul promised.
He unfastened the prosthetic and eased it off his residual leg, which stopped just below the knee. He leaned the prosthetic against the nightstand, treating it with more care than he had his clothes, and then he scooted back until he could lean against the pillows and swung his legs onto the bed. Part of him could scarcely process that he was naked and in bed with a man instead of nursing another rejection, but the rest of him was eager to have Devin in his arms.
“I’m all yours,” he said, reaching for Devin.
“And I’m all yours,” Devin replied. He moved into Paul’s embrace and settled against him with care. Outside, the sun had lowered enough that the room was growing dim, but the steel drums still played. “You feel good. I want to make you feel even better.”
“I want to do the same for you,” Paul said as he wound his arms around Devin, savoring the perfect alignment of Devin’s long, lean body against his. “Especially since you’ve already made me feel so good.”
“I’m only just getting started.” Devin pressed his lips to Paul’s forehead. “I want to kiss you everywhere.” He kissed Paul’s nose playfully. “And caress you. And make you scream.”
“How thick are these walls?” Paul raised one eyebrow as he slid one hand along the length of Devin’s back, enjoying the feel of warm skin beneath his palm.
“I have no idea, but if there are any complaints, I’ll handle them.” Devin arched into the stroking, then kissed his way from Paul’s cheek to the side of his neck, taking his time about it and paying particular attention to places where Paul seemed most sensitive.
Paul tilted his head, offering better access, but he wasn’t content to lie back and passively receive Devin’s attentions. He raked his nails up and down Devin’s back, testing to see if Devin liked it as much as he did. If the hiss that escaped him and the heated look he was given were any indication, Devin most definitely did.
Slowly Devin worked his way down Paul’s body, caressing with his hands, licking and biting his way over every inch of Paul’s skin. He teased Paul’s nipples, nibbled his way along each rib, dipped his tongue into Paul’s navel, chuckling when he found places where Paul was ticklish.
When Devin reached the scars that marred Paul’s skin, he slowed, his touch becoming gentle. “Do they hurt?” he asked, raising his eyes to look up the length of Paul’s body. “I don’t want to cause you any pain.”
“The scars? No.” Paul sat up enough that he could run his fingers over the end of his leg. “This part can get a little tender sometimes if I’ve been standing or walking a long time because of pressure spots, but you won’t hurt me just from touching.”
“Good—I don’t want to hurt you,” Devin replied. Then he kissed Paul’s scarred skin with tenderness, as though wanting to bring pleasure to the blemishes that had given Paul so much pain.
Paul watched, mesmerized and overwhelmed, and this time, he couldn’t blink back the tears. He’d never expected to find someone so accepting of his imperfections, not after the revulsion he’d seen in other men’s eyes. But Devin looked at him—all of him—with desire rather than trying to ignore the parts he didn’t like, and Paul’s defenses were crumbling rapidly.
“Come up here,” he said hoarsely, holding out his arms. “I need to kiss you.”
Devin crawled back upward, settling against Paul and pressing his lips to the dampness on Paul’s cheeks. “Hey, are you okay?”
“I’m more than okay.” Paul captured Devin’s face between his hands and drew him into a deep kiss, desperate to pour all the gratitude and connection and affection he felt into it.
For several long moments they were both lost in the kiss, which grew more heated as it went on. Paul could feel the way Devin’s heart was beating, hard and fast, before Devin raised his head. “I want you so much, Paul. Now.”
