The bedroom was like the rest of the house, tidy and modern. The sheets were the softest Nick had ever felt as he crawled over them toward Oliver, their slick coolness making him shiver. He didn’t have long to worry about it, though, because Oliver was reaching for him, pulling them together, until their bodies were lined up, their legs tangled.
“What should we do?” Oliver asked. He always asked. At first, it had made Nick uncomfortable, but he had a very clear idea of how he wanted this to play out tonight.
“I want you in my mouth, and then I want you on your knees with me inside you.”
Oliver bit at Nick’s lip, hard enough to sting. “A man with a plan is such a turn on for me.”
Nick nuzzled at the musky, warm, tender skin on the inside of Oliver’s thighs before he grasped Oliver’s cock, jacking it slowly a few times to bring him fully up to attention.
Pre-come beaded at the tip, and Nick licked it off. Oliver rewarded him with a strangled groan, cut off when Nick wrapped his lips over the head and sucked him down.
“You don’t waste time,” Oliver said. Nick replied by sliding a hand between them to grasp Oliver’s sack, gently rolling his balls between his fingers.
He sucked, taking Oliver deep, using his tongue and his cheeks to hold him tight and make him twist. Oliver’s hands shifted over the covers before finally settling on the back of Nick’s head, holding him in place as Oliver’s hips rocked. Nick let him have control for a moment, enjoying the heavy weight of him in Nick’s mouth. Letting all the emotions of the day wash off, his mind went blank. Nothing else mattered except what they were doing here. The world outside could slip away for a while.
Oliver’s thrusts picked up, his hands pressing Nick’s head down. He’d come if Nick let him, but that wasn’t the plan. Nick tapped at the back of Oliver’s hand and was released immediately.
“What?” Oliver gasped, lifting his chin. His eyes were glazed, and his hair was slipping loose of its band again.
Nick slid off his cock and licked gently at the head, eyes locked on Oliver the whole time, to let him know everything was okay.
“You were getting ahead of me.” He moved down a bit farther, so he could mouth at Oliver’s balls. He sucked one, then the other, between his lips.
Oliver laughed, setting his head back down, one hand coming to his chest. “I was excited.”
Nick ran a finger down the thick vein of Oliver’s cock, making him inhale. “I could tell.” Nick traced the finger farther down around his sack, to stroke at the smooth skin of Oliver’s taint.
“Yes.” Oliver groaned as he planted his feet, spreading his knees to give Nick access.
“You don’t want to rush this.”
“Hell yes I do!”
Nick massaged at the spot gently, before moving on toward the tight ring of Oliver’s ass. The muscle was pink, and it flexed as Nick approached. He sat up on his heels so he could see Oliver as he explored, watching for the little signals that would tell him what Oliver liked. They hadn’t gotten this far before. There’d been groping, touching, mouths and fingers, but it had always been quick, focused on jerking or sucking each other off until they came. This, though. Oliver said at the beginning he was fussy about cleanliness when it came to butt play. They hadn’t talked about other limits, so Nick was going to take this slow.
He toyed at Oliver’s entrance, circling without getting too close, spurred on by his heavy breaths and whispered encouragement. Nick pressed small kisses to the inside of Oliver’s knee, dragging his teeth along his thigh.
“Please,” Oliver said. “I know you’re having fun, but you need to move faster. I need you.”
I need you.Like his texts the night before.
“Lube?” Nick asked. Oliver rolled, scrambling up the bed. He pulled open the nightstand drawer and blindly tossed a bottle and a couple condoms toward Nick, who had just enough time to get his hands up before he took a bottle of lube to the face for the second time. “You got those quickly.”
“I was a Boy Scout.”
“I thought you were a lawyer.”
Oliver came back across the bed on his knees, stopping only when they faced each other. “I was a Boy Scout first. Then I was a lawyer. Both taught me a lot about careful preparation.” He brushed his nose against Nick’s, then laughed as Nick pulled him in for a kiss, their chests bumping together.
Nick’s hard cock brushing against Oliver was a delightful distraction, and he had to focus on steady breaths to keep from wrapping his fist around them both and jacking them off until they blacked out. Instead, he gave Oliver a solid shove, and the taller man went over easily, laughing as he hit the mattress. The laughter died quickly as Nick popped the cap on the bottle and smeared lube over his fingers. “Ready?”
Oliver turned, pulling himself up to his hands and knees, and the sight made it hard to breathe. His ass was still perfect, the muscles at the base of his spine a tight triangle that created two small dimples as he settled into place.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” Nick said, smoothing his unlubed hand over the small of Oliver’s back, unable to tear his eyes off the muscles shifting and bunching under his touch.
“Flattery will get you—” Oliver’s reply was cut off by a yelp as Nick drizzled lube along his crack. “That was cruel!”
Nick laughed, pressing a kiss where his hand had been. “I gotta get my fun somewhere.”
