He was a heavy weight, an anchor keeping Thad from drifting away.
He kissed Graham more deeply, until he made low, desperate noises and rocked his hips, his cock sliding along the groove of Thad’s hip.
“Fuck that feels good,” Graham whispered.
Thad smoothed his hands down Graham’s back and cupped his ass. “We can get off like this,” he offered because it was no hardship to keep kissing Graham while they rubbed off together. “Or I can fuck you. Whichever you want.”
Graham’s response was immediate.
He rolled away and stretched out, digging through the nightstand drawer and pulling a full bottle of lube out.
“Technically, that doesn’t answer my question,” Thad murmured, draping his body across Graham’s and pressing his lips to his shoulder.
Graham glanced over that same shoulder and shot him a disbelieving look. “Do I really need to answer that?”
“Maybe I want to hear it,” Thad teased, running a hand across Graham’s ass and squeezing.
Graham shifted on the bed, spreading his thighs, arching up into Thad’s touch. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Okay,” Thad said, like he hadn’t spent the time they’d been together anxiously worrying Graham would change his mind about wanting this.
About wanting him.
Thad had spent years blustering his way through situations that scared him shitless, so this was nothing. All he had to do was pretend to feel more confident than he was.
So Thad dipped his head, trailing kisses down Graham’s back.
His body was stunning, the curve of his ass breathtaking as Thad placed wet, open-mouthed pecks along the muscles there.
“Can I open you up with my tongue?” Thad rasped.
Graham widened his thighs and let out a shaky breath.
Thad felt a little shaky too as he settled between Graham’s legs. But he didn’t hesitate to part Graham’s cheeks. “Tell me if you don’t like anything I do.”
Thad heard Graham whisper, “I will,” then dragged his tongue across Graham’s hole.
Graham’s shocked, breathless gasp was gratifying, and so was the way he chased Thad’s tongue when he pulled away.
Thad chuckled and did it again. And again.
For a while, he was content to lick and press kisses to Graham’s hole, teasing along the tightly furled muscle until it softened. He eased the tip of his tongue inside.
Graham let out a low moan, his body trembling. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck, that’s unbelievable.”
So Thad kept going.
He pulled Graham up to his knees and bent him over, gently pressing his upper body down onto the soft sheets, his forehead pressed to the mattress.
Thad buried his face deeper between Graham’s cheeks and licked, probing deeper with his tongue until Graham’s hips rose and fell, seeking more.
Thad poured every ounce of feeling into his actions, letting his body tell Graham everything he wanted to say aloud but couldn’t.
Not yet.
“Fuck,Thad,” Graham whimpered, and Thad reached out, taking Graham’s hand and threading their fingers together.
“I’m getting you ready for my cock, baby,” he whispered.
