“Iwasa boy scout,” Emilio replied teasingly. He turned away toward the table beside the sofa they were leaning against, and when he turned back, he was holding a bottle and several foil packets. “See? I was hopeful of you accepting my proposal.”
“Good, I’m glad we don’t have to move,” Rayne said, drawing Emilio into his arms. “I like it in here.”
“So do I.” Emilio gazed into Rayne’s eyes, and Rayne could see the love in them, the expression just as intense and passionate as it had been when they’d been teenagers. Then Emilio groaned, moving forward to capture Rayne’s lips, kissing him with so much love and desire and hunger it stole Rayne’s breath. Without breaking the kiss, Emilio pressed Rayne back onto the blankets, shifting to align their bodies so that Rayne could feel the warm, hard length of Emilio pressed against him.
Moaning into the kiss, Rayne wound his arms around Emilio and held him close. Emilio’s weight atop him was warm and welcome, and Rayne was ready to share whatever part of himself Emilio wanted to show his renewed love and commitment.
Emilio plundered Rayne’s mouth for long minutes, rocking against him, stoking both their arousals with the rough but inadequate friction. Then he pulled away and gazed down at Rayne, his expression wry. “It’s been a long time for me, I don’t know how long I can hold out,” he admitted. “But we have all night, right?”
“We have the rest of our lives,” Rayne said, sliding his hands down Emilio’s back to grope his ass. “Don’t worry about holding out. Fuck me senseless and make me yours again.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that,” Emilio chuckled. He reached down and tugged at Rayne’s shirt. “But first, we need to get rid of these clothes.”
Somehow it wasn’t all that different than when they’d made love for the first time, aroused and so desperately eager to be together. Emilio helped Rayne strip off his shirt before peeling his own off over his head. Between kisses and caresses they shed the rest of their clothes, but between the warmth of the fire and heat they generated between them, it wasn’t cold at all. Then Emilio reached for the lube and knelt between Rayne’s legs.
Emilio’s golden skin was burnished by the firelight, and Rayne could see the smooth play of his muscles. “I’ve dreamed of doing this,” Emilio murmured as he gently pressed slick fingers against Rayne’s entrance. “Even years ago, I always wanted to make love to you next to the fireplace so I could watch your face.”
Rayne let his knees fall open and relaxed, enjoying the little shivers of pleasure that each caress of Emilio’s fingers evoked. “And this time, we don’t have to worry about being interrupted,” he said, grinning playfully as he remembered all the times they’d fretted about someone walking in even as they’d shoved their hands down each other’s pants.
“Trust me, I’m thankful for that.” Emilio’s answering smile had a wicked edge, and then he eased one finger carefully into Rayne.
“Mm…” Rayne rocked his hips up a little, his eyes going half-lidded as he gazed at Emilio. “Feels good.”
Emilio looked pleased. “Good. And it’s going to get even better.”
With slow care Emilio continued to prepare Rayne, adding a second finger and then stretching him before adding a third. Finally, with a heated gleam in his eyes, Emilio rotated his fingers and pressed them against the sensitive gland within, laughing with delight as Rayne moaned and bucked against his fingers.
Rayne saw how Emilio was breathing hard, his hands trembling as his own desire obviously grew more and more intense. Finally Emilio eased his fingers from Rayne’s body, reaching for a towel he’d conveniently placed nearby and wiping them clean. “I want you so much,” he murmured softly, caressing Rayne’s stomach tenderly.
“You can have me.” Rayne held out his arms, eager to feel Emilio on him and in him at last. “I’m yours, and I want you too.”
“Good.” Emilio drew in a breath and then reached for a condom. He fumbled with the package for a moment, but at last he got it open and the condom rolled on. Then he reached for the lube, coating himself generously before capping the bottle and tossing it aside. He rose over Rayne, holding Rayne’s gaze as he slowly eased forward, his hard, slick cock sliding into Rayne and filling him completely.
“Yes!” Rayne clamped his hands on Emilio’s ass, urging him on. Being joined with Emilio again felt so good and right—far more right than anything else in a very, very long time.
“God.” Emilio was looking down at him, his expression full of love and wonder, and his voice was hoarse with emotion. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too.” Rayne’s eyes stung as a surge of love and happiness threatened to overwhelm him. “But I’m back, and I’m never leaving you again. I swear it.”
“I believe you.” Emilio leaned down, kissing Rayne tenderly. Rayne could feel Emilio’s arms trembling, could taste the tears of happiness on his lips. Emilio pulled back, always all the way out and then surged forward again, filling Rayne anew.
Unleashing a heartfelt groan, Rayne rocked up, wanting to send Emilio even deeper. “Yes,please! I need you so much!”
“I need you too,” Emilio gasped. He moved again, his thrusts slow at first, but gradually he sped up. “Oh, God. Rayne, you feel so good…”
“Harder!” Rayne dug his fingers into Emilio’s back and raked his nails down the length of it, wanting to spur Emilio’s passion to even greater heights. Need coiled tighter in his belly with every thrust, but he needed more to send him over the edge. “I want to feel it for days.”
With a ragged cry Emilio obeyed, increasing the pace, claiming Rayne with rough, pounding snaps of his hips. Then he wrapped a hand around Rayne’s cock, stroking him in counterpoint. “You’ll feel it forever. I promise.”
Rayne couldn’t hold back a needy cry at the exquisite sensation of Emilio’s slender fingers wrapped around him. He ached with pure bliss, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long.
“That’s it!” Emilio encouraged him, stroking Rayne harder even as he increased the rough pounding of his hips. “Let go, love. Come for me.”
Shouting Emilio’s name, Rayne obeyed and let go, holding back nothing of his desire. He wanted Emilio to see how much Rayne desired him, wanted Emilio to know how much he was loved.
“Yes, that’s it!” Emilio stilled his movements but continued to stroke Rayne’s cock, wringing every ounce of pleasure from his body. “So beautiful. I love you so much.”
When the waves of ecstasy ebbed at last, Rayne sprawled beneath Emilio, feeling heavy-limbed with satiation. He exerted monumental effort to slide his arms around Emilio’s shoulders, and when he spoke, his voice was a drowsy purr. “I love you too.” He tightened his arms and locked his legs around Emilio’s hips. “Now it’s your turn. I want to see you come.”
