Hayden released him and sat on his heels. “You will. Come to bed with me.”
Hungry with desire, he watched as Hayden stripped, revealing all those beautiful tattoos. Hayden stood before him, his dick hard and huge, lust blazing from his eyes. “Like whatyou see?” His hand trailed past his pecs and flat abs to grip his shaft, and he began to pump.
Armi panted as his body throbbed, empty and needy. “Fuck me. All I’ve thought about every night since the last time was you inside me.”
Hayden’s eyes widened. “Yeah? That’s funny.” Hayden pushed him to the bed, caging him under those muscular arms, and Armi nearly swooned. Hayden traced the pout of his lips with his tongue, hot breath gusting along Armi’s cheek. “You’ve fucking ruined me for anyone else. I haven’t thought about anyone but you since we’ve been together.”
Knowing Hayden hadn’t been with another man stunned him. “I-I didn’t know.”
“Me either.” Hayden brushed his lips to Armi’s. “But now that I do…” He covered Armi’s mouth and plunged his tongue between his lips.
“Mmm,” Armi hummed with pleasure as they sucked and teased and played. Their rigid cocks brushed together, adding to the electricity playing havoc within him. Hayden transferred his kisses to Armi’s neck and ear, sucking and biting until Armi writhed under his touch and moans poured from his lips.
“You like that?” Hayden nipped at his lobe, then licked a wet path from the curve of his neck to the tips of his aching nipples. “And that?”
“Yessss, God,” he groaned, and Hayden’s lips brushed his.
“You’re so gorgeous when you’re turned-on, baby.”
Armi’s dick pulsed out precome at Hayden’s words, and he grasped himself. “Fuck me already.”
“Uh-uh. We have a whole weekend, and I’m not rushing anything.” Hayden put two fingers to Armi’s lips. “Suck,” he demanded.
Armi snaked his tongue around them, shivering at Hayden’s knee between his thighs, pushing him open. Hayden’s fingers breached his hole and Armi panted, digging his heels in, trying to take in more of him.
“Not enough. Need everything.”
“I know, baby. Just gotta get you ready for me.” Hayden kissed him over and over as his fingers moved. “Can’t wait to get in you.” When he withdrew, Armi cried out.
“No.” He was aching and empty again.
“Just a minute. Gotta get the stuff.” He scrambled off the bed, returning a minute later with condoms and lube. With avid eyes, Armi watched him prepare, wondering when he’d become so desperate and greedy for sex.
Hayden teased his rim for a moment with the head of his dick, watching him. “I could do this all night.”
Armi glared. “You’re not funny—ahhh.”
Hayden thrust up and in him, and all thoughts fled but how to stay like this forever. Stuffed full of Hayden. Hayden began to move, his dick dragging in and out, creating a friction so intense, stars exploded behind his eyes, and Armi grabbed his own aching cock.
“You’re sucking me in so deep, I might not be able to leave.” Hayden leaned down to kiss his gasping mouth, his words heated, voice smoky with desire. “And I don’t want to.”
Armi moaned. “Don’t. Don’t ever stop.” His ankles locked behind Hayden, and tremors racked him head to toe as his climax ripped through him.
“I can’t.” Hayden’s movements became harder, hips snapping, thrusts penetrating, and Armi knew he’d never been alive before Hayden touched him. “Fuck, you’re everything.”
Armi’s world narrowed to holding on to Hayden’s sweat-slicked shoulders, Hayden’s dick pulsing as hot come spilled into the condom. A sense of completion, of belonging, swept over him with Hayden lying on top of him, lips nuzzling his hair.
“Are you all right?” Hayden whispered, and he nodded, still overwhelmed. “You’re so special. Do you know that?”
He lifted a shoulder, and Hayden rose. “You don’t believe me?”
Armi winced as Hayden slipped from him. He hated the emptiness filling the space where Hayden had been. “It’s not you. It’s me.” He rolled away, but Hayden, who’d left the bed to get rid of the condom, returned to him.
“What do you mean?”
Grateful the dim room hid his blush, Armi cast his gaze to the pillow. “I’ve never felt special. I’ve never been enough for anyone—definitely not my father. My mother loves me, and though we’ve gotten closer, I’m not sure she thinks I have the strength to do the job.”
“To hell with the job. I’m talking about this.” Hayden drew a finger along his cheek, and Armi’s breath stopped. “Yeah. You feel it, and so do I. But you do the same for me.”
