“You deserve whatever I say you deserve,” Gregory reminded him, dragging his nose up the sharp line of Landon’s jaw. “You get whatever I decide to give you.”
Landon nodded and made a sound that reverberated from his throat like an anguished and needy whine. Gregory slanted their mouths together at the same time he dragged his cock across Landon’s hole, then pushed inside. Gregory groaned and dropped his face onto Landon’s shoulder, licking at the sweat that had beaded in the dip of his collarbone.
“You’re so tight for me.”
Gregory pumped his hips forward, a primal urge to cum inside of Landon and mark him as his own. Gregory didn’t have just two weeks to make up for, he had half a lifetime that should have been spent inside of this man beneath him that he’d missed out on. Never again would he go without.
“Fuck,” Landon groaned, his fingertips digging into the small of Gregory’s back as his hips jerked forward. He fucked Landon harder, and faster, pouring his devotion and dedication into this man that he loved more than air.
“Do you love me?” Gregory asked him.
Landon nodded and sighed, eyes screwed shut, body moving up the bed from the momentum of Gregory’s thrusts.
“Then come.”
Landon snaked a hand between them and fisted his cock, jerking himself in time with Gregory’s bucking thrusts. Then the muscles inside of him tightened like a vise around Gregory’s cock as he came with a shout.
Spurts of cum landed between their chests, and Landon worked his dick until every drop had been drained from his balls. Gregory swiped his fingers through the puddles of cum and smeared his hand across Landon’s face, painting his lips, and cheeks, and chin.
Landon opened his eyes and they danced like flames, devouring Gregory with every second their stares were locked. He licked his lips, tasting his own release and offering Gregory an appreciative smile.
It was debauched and deviant and it sent Gregory over the edge, his orgasm spiraling through him from his feet to his cock, ribbons of hot cum filling Landon’s ass. Gregory’s hips bucked erratically through the duration of his orgasm, long past the aftershocks.
“Thank you for loving me, for knowing what I need,” Landon told him, searching out Gregory’s mouth and kissing him, rubbing his cum across Gregory’s cheeks as he went.
“It’s my absolute privilege,” Gregory told him, and nothing had ever felt truer.
32
Landon
Landon unwrappedhimself from Gregory’s arms and padded down the hallway to the kitchen. He checked his phone for the time, glad it was at least after noon. He pulled lunch meat and cheese from the fridge, assembling them sandwiches, then sitting down to call Verity before he went to wake Gregory.
Verity answered on the second ring. “Mr. Miller.”
“How’s New York?” Landon asked, picking at the crust of his sandwich.
“Same as it was when you left yesterday.” Verity laughed quietly. “How is LA?”
“Same as when I left two weeks ago. But…different.”
“Did you see Gregory?”
“Of course.”
“Stop being coy. It doesn’t suit you,” Verity chided.
“He forgave me. He told me to remember who was in charge.” Landon’s cheeks reddened at the memory.
“Did he now?” Jack’s voice filtered through the phone.
“Jesus. Am I on speaker?”
“Of course. How’s Ed, then?” Verity asked with another laugh.
“Making himself quite at home at Gregory’s.”
“Ohhhh, so you’re at Gregory’s?” Jack teased.
