He floated, for sure, but on this wave of euphoria he’d never experienced before. Every atom, every cell, every molecule engaged until Arsen’s touch made him want to purr like a cat.
Everything felt right. The heavy weight of Arsen’s body pressing him into the mattress, the spicy scent of his deodorant, the smoothness of his skin beneath Ever’s fingers. He wanted to memorize it all, save it to replay at a later date when he could give it the attention it deserved.
Arsen was so careful with him, lying with only half of his body on Ever, probably worried Ever would panic beneath his full weight like last time. But Ever didn’t feel trapped, he felt drunk. Every move Arsen made elicited a sensation so good Ever couldn’t stop the tiny sounds spilling out of his mouth.
He would have been embarrassed if every one of those sounds didn’t elicit a response from Arsen. He could hear it in his ragged breaths, in the way he seemed to bite off a growl whenever Ever made those noises.
That was the real turn on—being wanted by Arsen, and seeing how his body responded to Ever’s. The way he fought for control. How every time he kissed Ever, he didn’t seem to want to stop.
It was powerful. It made Ever feel powerful. Important.
Wanted.
Arsen had said clothes had to stay on, but Ever couldn’t stop himself from sliding his hands under Arsen’s hoodie. Where Ever’s skin was marred with scars, Arsen’s was smooth like silk, and when he moved, his muscles flexed beneath Ever’s fingers deliciously.
If making out was like this, sex had to be better. But he couldn’t imagine anything better than Arsen’s lips on his, the way his tongue teased its way into his mouth in a dizzying rhythm, even the way his arms caged him in. It was all perfect.
Arsen’s mouth broke from his, trailing kisses along his jaw and down his throat. Ever just completely gave in, too blissed out to even worry if he was doing something right or wrong. He rode the wave of pleasure, safe with Arsen…safe under Arsen.
Ever’s hands flexed, his toes curling as Arsen continued to explore. His lips were so soft, his tongue wet as he licked at the hollow of his throat and then sucked on his earlobe. Every time he moved to a new spot, the scruff on his cheeks and chin scraped Ever’s skin, leaving him craving more.
Arsen spoke as he moved, murmuring things in a language Ever didn’t understand, his low, smooth tone hypnotic, only sinking Ever deeper into this almost trance-like state.
The more they kissed—the more Arsen touched him—the more Ever wanted, and the more his body demanded, until kissing only left him frustrated and so hard he ached. Ever didn’t really understand what he wanted, only that he did. He shifted restlessly beneath Arsen, whining with need.
“Shh,” Arsen soothed, kissing Ever’s forehead, his nose, his cheeks. Ever gave another helpless whimper. He needed more. “I got you.”
Arsen shifted then, his thigh pressing against Ever’s throbbing cock in a way that stole his breath and his sanity. He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped. “Do it again…please?”
This time, Arsen did growl, this sort of low rumble right in Ever’s ear. Goosebumps erupted over his whole body as Arsen did as Ever asked, moving his thigh once more. The pleasure that simple movement brought was shocking, and Ever’s hips moved of their own volition, seeking more.
Ever could never have imagined anything like this sensation. It was rapturous, like a religious experience. This sort of pleasure could only be considered holy. The way Arsen moved against him was certainly worthy of worship.
Arsen captured his mouth in a kiss that was far dirtier than any other so far and started to pulse his leg against Ever’s erection in a steady rhythm until he was rolling his hips up to meet him, his fingers digging into Arsen’s back, spurring him on.
When Ever whined, Arsen sped up his movements. “Feel good?” he asked against his lips.
“Hnf,” was the only thing Ever could manage.
Good was such an insignificant word; this was…brilliant. Spectacular. Incandescent. Addictive. Some kind of erotic torture designed to make him crazy. And he couldn’t stop himself from chasing the sensation, rubbing against the thick muscle of Arsen’s thigh, not even knowing the outcome but still reaching for something…more. He needed more.
He made another frustrated sound.
“What’s wrong,besenok?” Arsen asked, tone almost teasing.
Was he enjoying Ever’s misery?
“More, please,” he begged, hoping Arsen would know what he needed. Arsen always knew.
Arsen gave a low chuckle that melted the last tiny bit of Ever’s sanity. “More what?”
Ever floundered. How was he supposed to know? “Just…more. It hurts. Please… I need…”
Arsen’s voice was growly as he asked, “Need what?”
“I don’t know,” Ever said, bewildered, still moving against Arsen, flushing with embarrassment.
He sucked at this.
