“Too interested for me to get a little taste?” Rhys asked, lightly running his forefinger along the underside of Thomas’s cock.
The gentle touch felt like a trail of fire over Thomas’s sensitive flesh. “A little one,” he said. “Or you might get more than you bargained for.”
“Just a little one, then.” Rhys curled his fingers around Thomas’s cock, and then he leaned in so he could swirl his tongue around the head, a hum of pleasure rising from his throat.
Thomas couldn’t hold back a groan, and he tightened his fingers on Rhys’s shoulders as his eyes rolled back. His legs trembled as he had to hold back the desire to thrust forward and bury himself in the warmth of Rhys’s mouth, to feel Rhys around him.
“I’d like to devour you whole,” Rhys said, heat blazing in his eyes as he gazed up at Thomas. “But I also want to be buried balls deep in younow, so that’ll have to wait.”
He stood up and pulled his sweater over his head, and he tossed it aside carelessly. Then he bent over to yank off his shoes and socks, and when he straightened, he gave Thomas a challenging look.
“Do you want to finish the job or do you want to watch me do it?”
“I’ll do it.” Thomas had waited a long time to get his hands on Rhys, and he stepped forward, skimming his hands over Rhys’s nipples, then combing his fingers through the fur on Rhys’s chest. “I want you to be as hungry for me as I am for you,” he said, skimming his fingers lower, following the trail of hair over Rhys’s abdomen. With a seductive smile he unfastened the snap of Rhys’s jeans, then pressed his palm against the bulge of Rhys’s erection beneath the clinging denim. “Umm… I think maybe you’re working up an appetite at that.”
“I haven’t been this hungry in a long time,” Rhys said, groping Thomas’s ass playfully.
Thomas laughed and wriggled against Rhys’s hands. “Good. I want you to devour me.” Then he slid Rhys’s zipper down, before hooking his fingers into the waistband and easing both jeans about boxers down over Rhys’s cock. He hummed appreciatively as he saw Rhys’s big, hard length, then tugged jeans and boxers down completely.
“Is this all for me?” he asked, wrapping his fingers around Rhys’s cock.
“For you,” Rhys said, a low moan escaping him. “Only for you.”
“All mine,” Thomas agreed, stroking Rhys slowly. “I want to feel you in me now. I want you to take me and make me completely yours.”
Rhys stepped out of his clothes and kicked them aside. “Then get yourself on that bed,” he growled. “Because I’m ready to make you all mine.”
Thomas hurried to obey, climbing into the bed and laying back against the pillows. He looked at Rhys, almost afraid to believe his dream of being with Rhys was about to come true at last. Then he opened his arms. “Come here. I’m ready, too.”
Rhys picked up the bottle of lube before climbing onto the bed and settling between Thomas’s knees. “How long has it been?” he asked as he popped the lid open and poured a generous dollop of clear, lightly scented lube into his palm.
“A bit over three years,” Thomas admitted, smiling sheepishly. “Which is about how long I’ve been dreaming about having you in my bed. Or being in yours, as the case may be.”
“That long?” Rhys regarded Thomas with a raised eyebrow as he coated his fingers with lube. He teased Thomas with one slick finger before slowly easing it in. “You hid it well or I was even more oblivious than I realized.”
Thomas was breathing hard, the sensation of Rhys’s finger stretching him open making his toes curl with need. He put his arms back, taking hold of the headboard and arching his body. “If you’d been any more oblivious, you wouldn’t have even noticed I was a guy,” he said, then gave Rhys a challenging look. “You’ve noticed now, right?”
Rhys shot a sardonic look at Thomas right before bending over so he could drag his tongue along the length of Thomas’s cock. “I’ve noticed,” he said, licking his lips.
Thomas closed his eyes and moaned, then pushed down onto Rhys’s finger, taking it in deeper. Rhys was fanning the flames of his desire into what was quickly building into a raging inferno. He needed more, and he needed itnow. “Good. Since you’ve noticed, how about moving things along a little faster?”
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” Rhys chuckled as he added a second finger and pushed both deep, stroking against Thomas’s prostate along the way.
A jolt of pleasure like an electric shock caused Thomas to cry out. “Yes! More! Please, Rhys…”
Rhys scissored his fingers, stretching Thomas further. “I don’t want to hurt you. Do you need more prep first?”
“No, I needyou.” Thomas ached to feel Rhys inside him, and he wasn’t above begging. “Please, Rhys, I need you now!”
That seemed to be all the assurance Rhys needed, because he leaned over to snag some tissues and wiped off his hands, and then he reached for the box of condoms. “I need you too,” he said as he fumbled with a packet, desire seeming to make him clumsy. “I never thought I’d want someone this much again.”
Thomas released the headboard so he could caress Rhys’s face. Along with the desire, he felt an intense wave of tenderness and love, knowing what it had taken for Rhys to let Thomas in, to let himself feel desire again. “I’m honored,” he said softly.
“You’re special,” Rhys said, bending to brush a kiss against Thomas’s lips.
Thomas returned the kiss, then drew back and smiled. “So are you. Now fuck me like you mean it.”
Laughing, Rhys turned his attention back to rolling on the condom and coating himself with more lube. “Yes sir!” he said as he nudged Thomas’s knees apart and settled between his legs. He positioned himself and eased in slowly, watching Thomas’s face closely. “Okay so far?”
