“Thought we might as well take the rest of the night to ourselves instead of driving all the way back. This one has heart-shaped tubs.” Soren waggled his brows.
“Mantis—”
“Is staying with O’Leary. And—” Soren lifted a hand to stop the protests he saw forming on Toby’s lips. “I sent her food with her, along with a new toy, and wrote out the instructions about her feeding times and how to make her bed.” He grinned at Toby’s expression. “That’s right, I read some more in that love languages book you’ve got. That’s what’s called an act of service, right there. I combined it with a gift—which is the honeymoon suite—and once we get in there, I’m gonna give you all kinds of words of affirmation while I touch you all over.”
Toby narrowed his eyes, a glimmer of a smile in them. “Don’t you think that’s overkill?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
An hour later, they were both pruney from their extended soak in the tub. Toby had rolled his eyes at first, but Soren had eventually drawn him into the jacuzzi with him.
Now, he lifted another bottle of beer from the ice bucket he’d repurposed as a cooler and offered it to Toby, who considered it with slitted eyes before shaking his head and sinking back against the edge of the tub. Their legs were tangled together, and Soren had to twist around and swipe his hands on a towel to answer a text when his phone buzzed.
He read the message, then cracked the can of beer open. “Any interest in going down to Cozumel? Madigan has a friend who needs someone who’s good at cracking minds.”
Toby opened his eyes fully, brows furrowing. “An interrogator, you mean?”
“Something along those lines. So, you’re interested?” Soren tapered off on a groan and spread his legs wider beneath the bubbling water as Toby’s foot inched up the inside of his thigh and drifted back and forth lightly, teasing over his balls.
“I might be,” Toby murmured, edging forward until he was straddling Soren, his fingertips drifting up and down his cock in the same maddening pattern that his foot had seconds ago.
“Nothing turns you on like the prospect of a...Fuck.”Soren dragged in a ragged breath as Toby wrapped a hand around his dick and squeezed. The doc was skilled at knowing exactly where and how to touch him.Tooskilled sometimes. Another curse leaked from Soren’s lips as Toby rubbed a finger over his taint.
“It wasn’t that.” Toby’s grip on Soren’s shaft tightened, and he began gliding his hand up and down, the friction just shy of too much. Soren’s hips chased and retreated with each stroke. “I was just sitting across from you thinking about the first time I saw you, how you registered as attractive to me immediately. Usually, it happens only on an objective level, but with you, it was different. A visceral reaction. So very strange.”
“Yeah? Go on. You know I wanted you the second I saw you. Oh, Christ, you really are going to kill me someday. Fucking heart attack or…stroke.” Soren arched his back and shifted, giving Toby the access he seemed to want, then his breath hitched again as Toby pushed his finger just inside Soren’s ass, the initial sting soothed by the warmth of the water.
“Somehow, I continue to find you even more attractive.”
“Yeah, I think that’s what most people call love.” Soren managed a tiny, sardonic grin that gave way to another rush of pleasure as Toby pushed his finger deeper.
“Love, yes. Something like that.” Toby’s lips crashed against Soren’s, and water sloshed as they moved together. Soren bit out another curse as Toby bit the side of his neck and then nipped his earlobe, whispering, “I want it.”
Soren knew exactly what the doc meant.
They toweled off in a half-assed fashion between kisses as they stumbled toward the bed. Soren flopped backwards onto the mattress, gripping the sheets when Toby pushed his legs apart and licked a fiery stripe over his hole.
Toby managed to find the lube in Soren’s bag and worked him open slowly, carefully, diligently, while Soren stroked his leaking cock until he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Do it. Goddamn,” he growled, eyes riveted to Toby’s when he finally pushed the first inch inside. It had been a long time since he’d had another man inside him, and he’d almost forgotten the burning pleasure of it, how being stretched stung in the best of ways.
Soren clamped his hands around Toby’s forearms braced on either side of him.
“It’s so unbelievably tight.” Toby’s words came in a breathlessly stuttered moan. He pressed an inch deeper, his eyes flying open to meet Soren’s.
Pain needled Soren’s sides as Toby’s nails dug into him. “Fuck, you feel good, Toby. So fucking good.”
Toby’s gaze heated as he lowered his head to kiss Soren again and then withdrew to the very tip before sliding back in. Deeper this time, the thrust created a rush of heat and pleasure that had Soren rumbling into the kiss. “Just like that, Doc.Justfucking like that.”
They found their tempo and moved in unison, waves of liquid fire crashing the length of Soren’s spine with every brush of Toby’s thick cock over his prostate. He gripped Toby’s side, urging him harder, faster, deeper when he could feel the doc starting to teeter on the edge of his orgasm.
Toby’s eyes went glassy, his cheeks flushing more with every panting breath, gone to the pleasure.
The expression sent Soren spiraling into his own orgasm. He gripped his cock as thick cream erupted from his slit and pinpricks of darkness danced behind his eyes. Toby gasped sharply with every clench of Soren’s ass and then shattered, pulsing inside him as he came.
They sprawled, tangled around each other once the last twinges of their orgasms faded. Soren stroked a hand over the crown of Toby’s head and hummed in contentment at the sensation of the doc’s quiet breaths puffing against the side of his neck.
“I wasn’t ready to come yet.” Toby sighed.
