“Here,” Gunnar said, moving Bryn’s hands aside.“Let me.”
There was something intense about being undressed, about Gunnar’s careful attention as he revealed each inch of skin.Bryn fought the urge to make a joke to deflect from his own vulnerability.
“You’re thinking too much,” Gunnar observed, pressing a kiss to Bryn’s collarbone.
“Occupational hazard,” Bryn replied, his breath catching as Gunnar’s lips moved lower.“I can’t seem to turn my brain off.”
“Let me help,” Gunnar murmured, and proceeded to do exactly that with a series of mind-blowing kisses.
There was an ease between them, as if their bodies had been learning each other’s rhythms long before this moment.Gunnar was patient, attentive, reading every reaction with the same focus he brought to a case.
He lowered Bryn to the bed before pulling off his shorts, leaving him naked and panting.
“Is this good with you?”Gunnar asked.
“More than,” Bryn assured him.“It would be better if you were naked too.”
“That I can manage.Don’t go anywhere.”Gunnar tore off his remaining clothes then got onto the bed next to Bryn.
My god, he’s gorgeous.Bryn hoped he wasn’t drooling.But that is never going to fit.He eyed Gunnar’s sizeable, erect dick.
Gunnar chuckled, apparently reading his mind.“That can wait, sweetheart.I have other plans for you tonight.”He ducked his head, taking Bryn’s eager cock into his mouth.
“Fuck!”Bryn lost all sense of time, space and reality as Gunnar sucked and licked, lightly at first but getting harder.Faster.
There was nothing Bryn could do to hold off his orgasm, which thundered through him like a freight train.He might have yelled.Screamed, even.Whatever he did, he was sure it wasn’t cool.He shuddered.
“I’m dead, aren’t I?Am I in hell?”
“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you lose control,” Gunnar said, grinning.“I like it.Gonna put that expression on your face whenever I can.”
“I…that was…waytoo fast.I’m sorry.”
“Why?Shows I was doing something right.”
Bryn rolled onto his side.He reached for Gunnar’s cock, encircling it with his fist.“Your skin is so hot.”
“Bryn.Quit talking.”
Bryn jacked Gunnar’s cock until beads of liquid formed at the tip.He lapped them up.“You taste good.”
“You’re killing me…”
The stretch in Bryn’s jaw muscles as he opened for Gunnar’s cock was significant.He couldn’t take it all so focused on the head while he squeezed the base.It was quite different from practicing with a cucumber.The random thought made him giggle and splutter.
“You okay down there?”Gunnar gave his hair a tug.
“Sorry…cucumber.And you can pull my hair a bit harder…”
“I… Nope.Got nothing.”
Bryn got back to work and Gunnar was reduced to making incoherent sounds.When he came, Bryn swallowed, relishing the taste.Afterward, he flopped onto his back but Gunnar drew him close, tucking him against his side.
“Spectacular.”
“Yeah.”
Later, as they lay tangled together in the wreckage of the bedding, Bryn traced the line of an old scar that curved along Gunnar’s ribs.
