Memphis bit his bottom lip, letting it slip through his teeth. “I really do, too. Love you, I mean.”
Preacher’s mouth found his, but it was different from all their other kisses. It was softer, deeper, weighted in promise. When his tongue slipped inside, Memphis’s met his eagerly, suddenly wanting more than soft kisses and gentle promises. He tugged at Preacher’s shirt, arching his hips so he could feel how hard he was. “I need you inside me, like now.”
Preacher didn’t argue. They shed their clothes in-between kisses, Preacher reaching down into the bag lying next to the bed from the convenience store to grab something. Lube. “You stopped for medical supplies and still remembered lube?” Memphis marveled, dragging Preacher back until he was half top of him.
“I remembered dog food, too. I’m good with necessities,” Preacher promised, biting at his shoulder, fingers teasing Memphis’s nipples.
“Lube is a necessity?” Memphis asked with a laugh, feeling lighter somehow.
“Anything that helps me get inside you faster is a necessity,” Preacher promised, hand disappearing, reaching for the lube, then two slick fingers pressed against Memphis’s hole.
“Then hurry up and do it.”
Preacher continued to massage Memphis’s entrance, looking down at him. “Who’s in charge here? Me or you?”
Memphis’s cock jumped at the gravel in Preacher’s tone. “You.”
“Then I decide when I’ll be inside of you.”
“Fine.” Memphis pouted as Preacher’s fingers disappeared. “But you’re the one who just said anything that gets you inside me—” He gasped as Preacher speared not two but three fingers inside him to the first knuckle.
“What was that?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Memphis promised, breathless.
Preacher chuckled. “That’s what I thought. Open your legs for me.” Memphis did as he was told, letting his knee fall open since his other leg was trapped beneath Preacher’s body. He sat up on one elbow, watching. “I love watching my fingers disappear inside you, knowing that every part of you is open to me.”
Memphis whined, his hips rising to meet each twisting thrust, sparks shooting off behind his lids each time his knuckles dragged over his prostate, his words as hot as the fingers moving inside him. “Preacher…” he begged.
Preacher ignored him, slowing to a maddening pace, seemingly transfixed by what he was doing to him. Memphis made a pleading sound, once more trying to force Preacher’s fingers deeper.
Preacher chuckled, shaking his head. “So impatient.” He pulled free, wiping his hand on the spread, slicking himself up and settling between Memphis’s thighs. His legs wrapped around Preacher’s hips, trying to bring him closer, but it was no use. Nobody was moving Preacher anywhere he didn’t want to go, least of all Memphis.
Preacher kissed him, his cock slowly pressing past that first tight ring of muscle, breaching him in the tiniest of increments, until Memphis could focus on nothing but the way his body opened for Preacher, the slight sting becoming a dull ache that left Memphis desperate and pleading for more. He dug his heels into Preacher’s ass and his blunt nails into his shoulders, trying to spur him on, whining in frustration as he kept up his exasperatingly slow assault on Memphis’s senses.
Preacher snapped his hips forward without warning, driving a gasp from Memphis at the sudden feeling of fullness. “Is that better, baby?” Preacher crooned against his lips, making it clear he knew exactly what he was doing to Memphis.
“Fuck, yes,” Memphis panted into Preacher’s mouth.
Preacher gathered him against him, hands wrapped around his shoulders, holding him in place, driving into him with long, deep strokes that stole his breath. Preacher’s pace wasn’t hurried, just thorough, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in so Memphis could feel every inch of him, like he wanted him to know there was no part of him that didn’t belong to Preacher, no part he couldn’t reach. Memphis clung to him, wrapped his arms and legs impossibly tighter, needing it to be true, needing Preacher to know he really did have him, all of him. Fuck.
He buried his face in his neck, holding on for dear life, moaning at the friction against his cock trapped between their sweat slick bodies. Preacher’s thrusts quickened as he seemed to get caught up in his own need for release and the idea of that sent Memphis hurtling towards his own orgasm.
He did that to Preacher. Memphis made him lose all sense of thought or reason…because Preacher loved him.
He cried out, his teeth sinking into Preacher’s shoulder as he came suddenly, pleasure throbbing through him, robbing him of all thought until Preacher’s thrusts became almost too much for his now spent cock still trapped between them. He hissed at the irritation.
Preacher sat up, his cock disappearing in a way that was jarring, leaving Memphis feeling open and exposed. Preacher sat back on his knees between Memphis’s splayed thighs, scraping the cum from his belly to push it back into his empty hole as he jerked himself.
Memphis’s cock twitched at the picture Preacher made, once more watching his fingers disappear in Memphis, this time coated with his cum. When Preacher’s fingertips grazed his prostate, his whole body jerked like he’d been hit with a live wire. He couldn’t help the obscene moan that fell from his lips. Preacher’s gaze locked on his like a predator who’d just spotted prey, teasing over the spot again, triggering another involuntary whimper. It was too much. He was oversensitive, overstimulated, overwhelmed, and it seemed to trigger something almost sinister in Preacher each time Memphis made another helpless noise, like he was growing addicted to the way Memphis couldn’t help but squirm, the ways his toes curled into the sheets.
Suddenly, Preacher’s whole body tensed and a snarl fell from his lips as his orgasm hit. He leaned over Memphis, his cum erupting over Memphis’s hole before he drove back in with a shudder, his hips thrusting in tiny aborted movements until he collapsed on top of Memphis, dragging in heavy breaths.
Memphis wrapped his arms around him, too exhausted to speak, too exhausted to do much of anything except just exist. Besides, what was there to say after that? Preacher dropped kisses against his shoulder and neck, wherever his mouth could reach. Memphis wanted to laugh at how full he felt in every sense of the word.
But as the euphoria disappeared and as Memphis came back to reality, he realized nothing had been solved. They were still stuck in a dirty roadside motel, Knox was hundreds of miles away, and Memphis’s name was still on a hit list. He wanted to feel safe for once in his life. He wanted to know what a normal life felt like, a life with Preacher and Knox and whatever life they decided to carve out for each other. He wanted back all the things his father had stolen from him. He wanted his fucking life back.
“Preacher?”
