Javier sucked at his entrance before teasing over it with his thumb. “Sabes tan rico.You taste so good, angel. Más dulce qué la miel.Sweeter than honey.”
Bowie sat up just enough to toss Javier the lube. “Fingers. Now.”
“Now, who’s bossy?” Javier muttered, kissing Bowie’s inner thigh. “Remember what I said. The minute you feel uncomfortable, we stop.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Okay,” Bowie said, sounding exasperated.
Javier coated his fingers with the lube but didn’t press in right away, massaging his hole, licking over his balls and up the underside of Bowie’s length. He arched his hips, whining, trying to somehow wiggle himself onto Javier’s fingers.
“Javi, please.”
Javier’s cock throbbed at the plea falling from Bowie’s lips. He just wanted this to be good for him. He’d had way too much bad lately. Javier took a deep breath, taking Bowie’s cock into his mouth as he slid his finger inside. Bowie’s gasp turned into a moan as he twisted his hands in Javier’s hair, pushing down on his finger and then up into his mouth.
He probed Bowie’s body, teasing the pad of his finger over his prostate, earning him a string of very creative curse words. He took that to mean Bowie approved. Guiding him deeper into his throat, he pulled his finger free before pressing two back in, working them in with careful deliberation.
Bowie fell silent, though he didn’t seem to be in any distress. Still, Javier lifted his head to make sure Bowie was okay. He seemed more than okay, head back, mouth slack, eyes shut, hands fisting the comforter beneath him. He was so fucking hot.
When he realized Javier was no longer moving, he took over, fucking himself on Javier’s two fingers. Christ.“Estas tan caliente por dentro.Fuck, you feel so hot inside.”
“I want more. Come here,” Bowie demanded, dragging him up and slanting their mouths together. “Fuck me.”
“You know I will,” Javier rasped, pressing their foreheads together. “How do you want to do it?”
Bowie bit his bottom lip before saying, “Can you sit up, with your back to the headboard?”
Javier nodded. “Yeah, baby. Whatever you need.”
Bowie didn’t know what he needed other than Javier inside him. But he needed to see him, needed to be in control. When Javier slipped his fingers free, Bowie felt empty inside. He watched, anxious, as Javier pulled himself up.
Bowie grabbed the lube from the bed, pouring some into his hand. He was reaching for Javier when he gripped Bowie’s wrist. “Condom?”
Bowie froze. He had completely forgotten. He didn’t really want anything between them, but it wasn’t his decision alone. “Do we need them? I’m negative. I’m on PrEP. Do you want to use one?”
Javier shook his head. “Not if you don’t.”
Bowie didn’t answer, just took Javier in hand, slicking him thoroughly with a few lazy strokes.
“I’m going to probably come in two seconds if you keep that up,” Javier muttered.
Bowie snickered, wiping his hand on his thigh as he threw a leg over Javier’s hips, straddling him. “I betthatsounds better in Spanish.”
Javier laughed, but the sound died on his lips as Bowie guided his cock to his entrance then stopped. Javier looked concerned, but Bowie was just sort of overwhelmed by the moment, the gravity of it all. He’d had a lot of sex in his life but never with a person he cared about…never with anybody he loved. And he did love Javier. Like crazy, stupid, spend the rest of his life together love.
Javier would never let anyone or anything hurt Bowie ever again. He knew that in his soul, knew he would kill or die to protect him. He let the head of Javier’s cock push past that first tight ring of muscle, hissing at the burn, keeping still until it faded to a familiar dull ache.
“You good, angel?”
Bowie nodded, kissing him, hoping it conveyed everything he couldn’t say with words. Javier’s arms wrapped around him, his hips moving in tiny little thrusts, slipping deeper in barely noticeable increments, like he had to move, had to be deeper. Bowie wanted that, too. Needing more, he let his weight settle until Javier was fully seated inside him. Bowie just stayed there, not moving, letting his body adjust to Javier’s invasion.
After a few minutes, Bowie lifted up just a little before sliding back down, testing himself. There was no panic, just fullness in the best possible way. It was just Javier. Only him. Bowie started to move, lifting himself up before slowly sinking back down. “Talk to me. I need to hear your voice.”
“Eres mi ángel, mi corazón...lo bueno de mi vida,” Javier whispered, lips dragging along his shoulder, his throat. “Nadie te va a querer más que yo. Eres mío y nadie te va a tocar.”
Bowie didn’t know what he was saying, but he pressed the words into Bowie’s skin like a vow, like a promise, with so much sincerity Bowie’s chest hurt from it. Tears pricked at the back of his eyes, but he blinked them away. He was not going to be the guy who cried during sex.
“Tus sonrisas me llenan el corazón de felicidad. Nunca me cansaría de ver tu linda cara.”
Bowie didn’t even care what Javier’s beautiful words meant, just how they made him feel. Full. In every possible way. His heart was full, his body was full. He buried his face against his throat. When Javier gripped Bowie’s ass, holding him in place so he could thrust up into him, he just wrapped his arms and legs around him, letting him take control, no longer worried about forgetting it was Javier inside him. It would never happen.
