With a groan, Gio stood and added a generous amount of lube to his cock. He lined himself up and carefully pushed inside, his fingers digging into Sacha’s shoulder. He gritted his teeth at the delicious tight heat as he pushed himself inside the man he loved. When he’d buried himself completely, he paused, his groin against Sacha’s ass. Confident he wouldn’t come just yet, he started moving slowly. Each gasp and curse Sacha released pushed Gio closer to the edge.
Taking hold of Sacha’s slender waist, Gio drove himself inside Sacha over and over, his brow beaded with sweat as he fucked his boyfriend. The bed moved beneath them, the sound of their panting breaths filling the room. Feeling like his skin was on fire, Gio quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. Sacha looked at him over his shoulder.
“You okay?”
Gio nodded. He was a little breathless but it was nothing to worry about. He pressed his naked chest to Sacha’s back and kissed him, their mouths wet and greedy. They kissed as Gio pumped himself inside Sacha, his orgasm building and rolling through him.
“Baby,” Gio breathed.
“Come inside me,” Sacha pleaded, and Gio didn’t need to be told twice. He fucked Sacha deep and hard, chasing the white light of his orgasm until it exploded, and he growled Sacha’s name as he came hard. As much as he wanted to lay there, he wanted to give Sacha more pleasure. He pulled out, straightened, and turned Sacha around.
Getting on his knees, he brought Sacha’s hard, leaking cock into his mouth and sucked. The feel of Sacha’s fingers threaded tightly through his hair made him moan. The more he was given, the more he wanted. When it came to Sacha, Gio was insatiable, and he loved it.
Sacha cried out and came inside his mouth. He shivered, and Gio carefully pulled off, though he stayed on his knees, resting his head on Sacha’s thigh, and enjoying the tender and intimate way Sacha stroked his hair. As incredible as the sex was,thesewere the moments Gio lived for, when all of Sacha’s defenses were down.
“Hey,” Sacha said gently, and Gio lifted his head. He smiled at Sacha, whose plump lips were pink and wet from their kissing. They tugged up at the corner, his beautiful face flushed. The adoration in those big blue-gray eyes stole Gio’s breath away every time. “I’m happy you’re here with me.”
Gio blinked at him. Those kinds of admissions were rare. He slid his hands up and around Sacha’s thighs, wrapping Sacha in his arms. With a happy heart, Gio let his head rest against Sacha’s stomach. He closed his eyes and let out a happy sigh.
“There is nowhere else I would rather be,” Gio replied. “And no one else I would rather be with.”
“I know I can be difficult—”
Gio stood and cupped Sacha’s face. “I fell in love with you just as you are. That will never change.”
“You’re weird.”
Gio laughed softly. He brushed his lips over Sacha’s, his kiss feathery soft. “Must be what makes us perfect for each other.”
“Hm, must be.” Sacha smiled. “Now, find me some pants.”
Gio cocked his head and tapped a finger to his lips. “I didn’t bring any shorts.”
“Oh, you fuck,” Sacha laughed. He snatched a pillow off the bed and smacked Gio with it, making him laugh. The fact that Gio was the only one who could tease Sacha about his height made his heart flip. It wasn’t that Sacha was self-conscious about his height. He was just annoyed that the rest of the men in his family were taller.
“I’m kidding,” Gio said. He popped a kiss on Sacha’s lips. “I’ll get you some clothes.” Or rather, he knew who he’d ask to get Sacha some clothes. “Now get into bed.”
“Help me put on my underwear. The second you unlock that door, someone will hear it and appear. It’s like they have sonar or something.”
Gio chuckled and leaned over to pick up Sacha’s boxer briefs off the floor.
“Easy,” Sacha warned him, and Gio smiled softly. His boyfriend was always looking out for him. Gio made sure not to get up too fast so he wouldn’t make himself dizzy.
Over the past almost two years, Gio had grown accustomed to living with mild autonomic neuropathy. The symptoms varied depending on the severity of the condition. For Gio, it messed with his heart rate and blood pressure. The medication made a huge difference, and he no longer passed out like he used to, but that didn’t mean he could go back to living the way he had been before his diagnosis. He remembered that day quite clearly. Sacha had been furious with him, and rightfully so.
Gio had been foolish for so long, refusing to believe there’d been anything wrong with his health when, in fact, he’d been walking around with a life-threatening condition. He’d lost count of how many times he’d passed out.
Sacha had called him out on his bullshit and made him see the truth. Gio’s life had changed. He wasn’t the same man he’d been before the terrifying ordeal of his kidnapping or the infection that came after that almost killed him and left him with a compromised nervous system. When he got lost in his work, as he tended to do at times, Cookie reminded him of his promise to Sacha that he’d take better care of himself.
“You look like there’s a lot of thinking going on in your brain,” Sacha said from his position on the bed. He looked beautiful and tantalizing, sitting back against the many pillows, naked, his knee drawn up on his good leg. Gio walked to the bed and helped him into his boxer briefs before unlocking the door and returning to sit on the edge of the bed next to Sacha.
“Just thinking about when I was in the hospital. How mad you were when the doctor told you about my condition.”
Sacha arched a thick eyebrow at him. “You mean when you were being an ass and I wanted to strangle you? Yeah, I remember very clearly.”
“I hate to think where I would be if you hadn’t been there to knock some sense into me or if I hadn’t come home at all.”
Sacha frowned, his brows drawn together. “I’d rather not think about that.” He took Gio’s hand in his and laced their fingers together. “What matters is that you’re here and you listened to me. Because I’m always right.”
