Arsen’s weight disappeared. Ever’s heart sank. They couldn’t be done already just because he didn’t know what he wanted? But then Arsen was over him, using his thighs to widen Ever’s and settling between them, keeping the weight of his upper body on his forearms now bracketing Ever’s head.
“Wrap your legs around me,” Arsen demanded.
Ever did without thought, sucking in a breath as his cock aligned with Arsen’s in a way that sent a shock of spine-melting ecstasy through his whole body. “Oh, fuck.”
He yelped as Arsen nipped his earlobe with his teeth. “You cursing might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Ever couldn’t even respond. He was far too caught up. Was this what sex between two people who wanted it was like? Was it like this every time? How did people function in the real world knowing they could be doing this instead?
It was all too much, too perfect. Arsen’s mouth was hot on his, his hands now threading in his hair, moving him just how he wanted him as he fucked up against him again…
…and again
…and again.
Until heat pooled in Ever’s belly, his body acting of its own accord, meeting every one of Arsen’s movements with a desperation he couldn’t explain.
What would it be like without clothes, without any barriers between them? What would it be like to have Arsen not just on top of him but inside him? Moving inside him. His pulse pounded in his ears. His head was spinning, and he was dizzy at the thought of letting Arsen have every part of him. AtwantingArsen to have every part of him.
It was that thought that pushed him off the cliff—sent him free-falling into the most intense experience of his life, his release pulsing from him, taking the last remnants of his brain function with it.
Arsen didn’t stop, just kept surging against him, chasing his own pleasure. That only made it hotter. Arsen using him—using his body to make himself feel good. It was all so much.
Arsen gave a harsh groan, grinding his hips against Ever’s one last time, before collapsing on top of him. “Is this okay?” he asked, voice raw.
It took Ever longer than it should to know what he meant. Was he okay with Arsen on top of him? He didn’t know how to tell him he’d happily suffocate under him if it meant he could feel like this forever.
“Mm,” was all he managed, eyelids at half-mast.
They were both sweating. Ever’s pajama pants now stuck uncomfortably to his skin, but he couldn’t move. Didn’t want to. His bones had turned to Jell-O, and if they never returned to normal, Ever would still think it a worthy sacrifice.
Arsen’s head lay beside his on the pillow, his breath ragged in Ever’s ear. He had done that. He had put that dopey expression on Arsen’s face, had worn him out.
Ever already wanted to do it again.
“Are you okay?” Arsen managed.
Ever couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped. He was better than okay. He was…giddy. High. He was sure his brain had melted.
“Is that a yes?” Arsen asked, kissing his temple.
Ever tilted his head closer to Arsen. “Yes. But I’m sticky.”
Arsen scoffed. “Yeah, the only downside to orgasms.”
Orgasms. His first. Hopefully not his only. “Can we do it again?” he blurted.
This time, it was Arsen who laughed. “I think you’ll find that there’s a refractory period between performances.”
Ever made a sad sound. “Can we do it again later?”
Arsen rose up on his forearms. “I’ve created a monster.”
Before Ever could formulate a response, Arsen rolled off him and onto his back, then raised his arm so Ever could slide beneath it. He curled into his side, letting his head rest on his chest, able to hear Arsen’s rapidly beating heart even through his sweatshirt.
“Can we do it without clothes next time?” Ever asked.
Arsen laughed low. “We’ll see.”
