He was so fucking eager, so fucking hungry…for Arsen. God, it was too much power. But Arsen didn’t feel powerful. He felt like Ever controlled his every thought. He was excited and nervous and desperate for more of him. Everything about Ever turned him on. The sounds he made, the way his hands spasmed into the fabric of his shirt each time their mouths surged against each other. Even the taste of his toothpaste. Arsen’s toothpaste.
He was so gone.
Arsen wrapped his arms around Ever, pulling him tighter against him, making a satisfied sound as Ever wrapped his legs around his waist without hesitation, like he couldn’t get close enough to satisfy either. When he swept his tongue into Ever’s mouth, he met it eagerly with his own and they quickly found a rhythm to their kisses.
Arsen lost track of time, of everything but Ever in his arms, wrapped around him, whimpering and whining into his mouth. Every kiss had weight, binding them together on a soul-searing level. It was like being drugged. He’d never tried ecstasy but he imagined it was like this. Ever was addicting. He was Arsen’s perfect drug.
Arsen’s hands slid down to Ever’s ass, dragging him higher into his lap so he could feel how hard he was. Ever gasped into his mouth, rubbing against him mindlessly. Arsen could feel he was hard, too. The only thing between them was the thin layer of Ever’s pajama pants and Arsen’s basketball shorts, and it wasn’t nearly enough to provide any protection against what they both clearly wanted.
Arsen knew he should shut it down but, instead, he slid his hands up under Ever’s shirt, his fingertips trailing along his spine then outward. Ever sucked in a breath as Arsen traced the outline of one of the scars on his back, dropping his hands to Arsen’s arms like he wanted him to stop.
Arsen pulled back. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“They’re ugly,” Ever whispered.
Arsen studied Ever’s kiss-swollen lips and his lids at half-mast, so drunk on him it took a moment for him to understand what Ever meant. “Nothing about you is ugly. Trust me.”
Ever looked so pretty, so sweet, Arsen couldn’t not dip his head one more time. Ever kissed back, but more hesitantly, clearly still worried about Arsen’s hands on his bare skin.
Maybe they needed to talk more?
Arsen broke their kiss a second time, but before he could ask if Ever was sure he wanted to continue, Ever’s face fell. “We’re not done already, are we?”
Arsen cupped his face, his thumbs tracing his cheekbones. “I just don’t want things to go too far.”
“You don’t want to fuck me,” Ever said, sounding disappointed.
Arsen’s mouth fell open at Ever’s bold statement. Neither he nor his dick were prepared to hear that word falling from that tongue. “I’ve never heard you swear before,” he mused. “And also that’s not true at all. I do want that. All of that and so much more. I want all of the things. But I don’t want to rush you.”
Ever’s face screwed into a look of confusion. “I’ve waited nineteen years. How is that rushing?”
He had a point.
Arsen shook his head. That was his dick talking, not his brain. This was all new to Ever. “I just think tonight we should stick to…making out.”
“Making out?” Ever echoed, biting his lip. His dreamy expression was driving Arsen crazy.
Ever was literally going to be the death of him. “Yes.”
Ever wiggled against him, rubbing his crotch against Arsen’s. “Does making out include this?”
Chert.“It can…yeah.”
Ever wrapped his arms around Arsen’s neck, dragging him back down for another kiss, whispering against his lips, “Let’s do that, then.”
“Ever…”
Ever whined, his mouth still working over Arsen’s. “Please? This feels too good to stop.”
Ever wasn’t wrong. Arsen had never been so turned on in his whole life. His body made the decision before his brain did, and he upended Ever on the bed, hovering over him as his head hit the pillow.
Arsen caught his gaze, voice stern. “Clothes stay on.”
Ever sighed, tone dripping with disappointment as he said, “Fine.”
Fuck.
Ever had been through hell in his life. He’d endured by letting his thoughts float away somewhere safe—somewhere far outside of his pain. But this—this feeling—was the opposite of that.
