Sloane’s mouth traveled lower, pressing kisses along Jamie's jaw, down his throat, pausing at his collarbone to suck gently. Each touch was worship, devotion painted across Jamie's skin in sensation. When teeth grazed that junction where neck met shoulder, Jamie’s whole body jerked, electricity shooting straight to his cock.
“Sensitive there,” Sloane observed, voice rough with want.
Jamie could only nod, speech having abandoned him entirely. That spot throbbed with awareness, nerves singing, demanding more attention that Sloane seemed happy to provide.
Time became elastic, stretching and contracting around their exploration. Sloane’s mouth found Jamie’s nipple, tongue circling before teeth closed gently around it. Jamie arched, hands tangling in Sloane’s hair, holding him there while pleasure sparked through his nervous system.
“Want you,” Jamie managed, the words scraped raw from his throat.
“That how you want it, Jamie?” His words buzzed in Jamie’s ear, filthy and delicious. “Want it hard? Want me to fuck you like you deserve?”
“Yes.” A dozen images flashed through Jamie’s mind, each more explicit than the last. But underneath the lust was something softer, needier. “Want to feel you. All of you. Inside me.”
Sloane’s control visibly cracked, jaw clenching as his cock twitched against Jamie’s thigh.
Jamie was trembling, the hunger rolling through his bloodstream. Their hips jerked together, friction ratcheting up until it hurt, but Jamie didn’t care.
Sloane reached toward the nightstand, movements careful despite the tremor in his hands. The drawer slid open, revealing exactly what they needed. Preparation, Jamie realized. Sloane had hoped for this, planned for this possibility.
“On your back,” Sloane murmured, his voice dropped to that register that made Jamie’s toes curl.
Arranging himself took effort when every muscle had gone liquid, but Jamie managed it, spreading his legs in invitation. Vulnerability crashed over him—exposed, wanting, trusting—but Sloane’s expression chased away any doubt. He looked at Jamie like he was witnessing something sacred.
The first touch of slick fingers made Jamie’s breath hitch. Sloane worked slowly, one finger tracing Jamie’s entrance, teasing but not penetrating. Just acclimatizing him to the sensation, the promise of what would come.
“Breathe,” Sloane coached, and Jamie realized he’d been holding his breath.
Exhaling shakily, Jamie forced his muscles to relax. The first finger slipped inside, gentle but insistent. Not pain, just pressure and a strangeness that his body quickly adapted to. Sloane worked him carefully, patiently, adding a second finger only when Jamie started rolling his hips, seeking more.
“That’s it,” Sloane praised, fingers curling to find that spot that made Jamie see stars. “So good for me.”
Jamie’s cock leaked against his stomach, neglected, but somehow, that made everything more intense. All his focus narrowed to where Sloane was taking him apart with methodical dedication.
A third finger joined the others, stretching Jamie wider. The burn was good, grounding, preparation for something bigger. Sloane’s free hand stroked Jamie’s thigh, soothing and arousing in equal measure.
Something shifted in Sloane’s expression, becoming raw and exposed. He withdrew his fingers, leaving Jamie empty and wanting. The slick sound of lube made anticipation coil tighter in Jamie’s belly.
“Been thinking about this since that first night,” he rasped out. “Wanted to see you like this, fucked out, desperate for my dick.”
“God, you have no idea,” Jamie gasped. “I’m dying for it.”
He squeezed, kneading Jamie’s cheeks, spreading them apart.
Sloane groaned. “Look at this. Fuck, Jamie, your ass is gorgeous. Bet you’ll take my cock so well.”
Jamie whimpered, desperate. “Please. Want it. Want you.”
Sloane lined up and pushed in, slow, stretching Jamie inch by inch. The burn made Jamie’s toes curl, but Sloane’s hands soothed him, roaming Jamie’s back, caressing his hips, grounding him in his touch.
Sloane went slowly, careful not to hurt.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Sloane groaned, sinking deeper.
Jamie gasped, clutching the edge of the bed. His hole ached then clenched around him, greedily sucking him in.
Sloane rocked, feeding Jamie more cock with every thrust, until finally his hips slapped Jamie’s ass and he bottomed out.
He stilled, both of them panting, sweat slick along their spines.
