All that fled when Everett kissed him, then slid his tongue into Dax’s mouth. He curled his own around it, loving the small gasp of pleasure from Everett.
He pressed his palms into Everett’s back, tracing the delicate muscles and the small bumps of his spine. His skin was just so soft. Dax ran his hands down to the top of Everett’s ass, cupped it, pressed that wonderful body closer to. Their cocks rubbed alongside each other, and Dax slipped two of his fingers down to touch Everett’s hole.
Everett gasped into his mouth again.
Fuck, he was so responsive.
Dax rubbed his fingers over Everett’s entrance, and Everett thrust his ass back for more. He couldn’t stop kissing Everett. He desperately wished he had lube on his fingers, wanted to slip one inside and feel that tight heat. Hell, he wanted his cock in there. Everything below his waist was tight as a drum. The heat spreading through Dax’s chest was a warm rush of nothing less than euphoria. If he was feeling this before even getting inside Everett, he couldn’t fathom what it would be like to thrust into Everett’s heat.
Everett started to roll his hips, rubbing their dicks harder against each other. Slow, sensuous thrusts that made his cheeks clench and release under Dax’s palms.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to be inside this man now.
In that moment, Everett tore his mouth away from his. “It’s on the nightstand.” He brushed a tender kiss across Dax’s lips.
There was no need to ask whatitwas. The answer was in Everett’s eyes, in the eager movements of his body.
Dax grabbed the lube and leaned back to slick up his fingers. Everett watched him with an avid expression. Locking gazes with Everett, he reached around and rubbed his fingers all around that puckered entrance, then slowly slid one finger inside.
Everett’s eyelids lowered, and he parted his lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” Dax whispered. “You take my breath away.”
“Go deeper,” Everett breathed back.
Dax did, relishing the slide and the tight silky walls enveloping his finger. He pulled it out and thrust it back in deeper, then brushed the pad over Everett’s prostate, pulling a long, low moan out of the man. Dax shuddered, unable to look away from the raw pleasure on Everett’s face. Pleasure softened those hawkish features, and something gave in Dax’s chest.
He was in this so much more than he’d thought.
He loved that he was overwhelming Everett. He wanted to give this man more pleasure, so much it pulled him out of reality completely.
Everett rocked his hips again and Dax briefly shut his eyes at the friction against his dick, but he opened them again quickly. He didn’t want to miss a moment of Everett’s reactions.
“Add a finger,” Everett said on a moan. “Get me ready so I can ride you.”
Still holding back, still being careful, Dax slid two fingers inside. He’d expected holding back to dull the sexual experience, inhibit him, but instead it was making it more erotic. He was so focused on Everett’s pleasure that he was no longer worried about hurting this precious human with his ogre strength.
And the intense sensations had quickly involved his heart, as well.
But he couldn’t even worry about that. All he could do was relish being wrapped in Everett’s skin and scent, and especially the way he so blatantly shared his feelings. Dax felt…loved by this man in this moment, felt their souls meeting. And all he wanted was to give more and more.
By the time he had three fingers readying Everett, they were both panting. Everett had started to writhe on his lap, showing off his innate grace in the utter sensuality of his lithe form.
“Fuck,” Everett panted. “Fuck, Dax. I’m ready.”
Dax slowly slid out his fingers, and Everett didn’t hesitate, rising up on his knees. Dax lined up his cock and groaned, loud and rumbling, as Everett slowly sank down onto him.
He wanted to tell him how good it felt. How tight and hot he was. But words were completely impossible. Even thinking was impossible—an unusual place for him. It was…peaceful. All Dax could do was let the incredible pleasure wash over him.
When Everett started to move, Dax grasped his hips, notching his thumbs in the sexy grooves there. He let Everett set the pace and depth and had to close his eyes, just flooded with rapture. And sudden clarity.
There was no fucking way Everett wasn’t his soulmate.
No fucking way.
Everett sped up, his breaths brushing hot over Dax’s skin. His fingers dug into Dax’s shoulders as he looked down between them. Dax looked, too. Everett’s dick was hard, its head flushed.
Dax gently wrapped his fingers around it, loving the sexy noise that sounded in Everett’s throat. Everett bent down and nuzzled into Dax’s neck. He sucked, then bit down on the skin there. Dax shuddered as shivers rippled down his back. Everett came back up to slide his mouth over Dax’s. He lifted his hands and rubbed them over Dax’s bare scalp, slicking his tongue over Dax’s again and again. The whole time, he kept up that rolling glide of his hips.
