“Evan. Please.”
Did he understand what he was asking for? This lover, made just for him. Such a cruel joke to hold perfection in his arms only to have him snatched away.
“You want me to fuck you?”
An incoherent moan rumbled free as the thick cock inched further inside, then retreated.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you, Heath.”
“Please.”
“No, use your words. Tell me what you want. Tell me you want me to split this tight ass in two with my dick. Say it.”
Heath shuddered, his cock throbbing in the space between them. Evan grunted and fisted it hard, squeezing him with a delicious efficiency that choked the building pressure until it abated.
“Tell me you want me,” he whispered, lips teasing the curl of his ear.
Heath whimpered and writhed, desperate for the fullness. Insane with the need to feel taken, claimed, owned.
“Tell me you want this.” Evan nudged again, his mouth hot on Heath’s neck. “And I’ll fuck you so good you’ll never want anyone else.”
It was already too late. Didn’t he know that? He could take one hundred lovers, and none would compare. None would ever be Evan.
“I want you,” he gasped, taking another inch as teeth bit into his shoulder.
“Want me to what, Heath? Do your taxes? I need specifics.”
Heath bit Evan hard in rebuke, reluctantly laughing alongside him as he chuckled and pressed kisses to his neck.
“C’mon, pookie. I know you can do it.”
Heath buried his hands in Evan’s hair and yanked his head back to face him. Those brilliant hazel eyes devoured him. Golden-green rings around pupils like black holes, pulling him into the abyss. Trapping him in liminal space.
“Please fuck me,” he begged, pulling Evan’s mouth to his. “Make me yours. I want to be yours.”
Evan slid home with a ragged inhale, and Heath let his head fall back against the pillows with a shuddering moan.
“You want to be mine?” he asked, sliding halfway out, then driving deep with a snap.
“Yesssss!” Heath arched his back and rode Evan’s hips.
“Then you’re mine, Lennox. I don’t care who shows up after I’m gone, this ass will always be mine. Never forget that.”
“No, yours. Oh my fucking God.”
Evan fucked him relentlessly, whispering filthy promises while Heath clung to him. Met each thrust with a greedy rise of his hips, each promise with a plea for more.
Those beautiful fingers gripped him again, pumping his cock in rhythm with the pounding of his hips, and Heath’s vision went white, head jerking back as his spine arched and the hot spray of his release shot over his stomach and chest.
Above him, Evan moaned, burying his cock to the hilt once, twice, thrice before he pressed his face into the pillows and let go with a hoarse shout, his body jerking with every pulse of pleasure as he came deep and hard.
They lay panting in the silence that followed. Evan turned his face into Heath’s neck and ran his fingers through his hair. Heath held him, pressing gentle kisses to his temple as his cock softened and slipped free, taking the feeling of belonging with it.
“Please stay.”
Heath closed his eyes, willing the tears burning at their edges to stay put. “I can’t. You know I can’t.”
A nod was Evan’s answer. No argument, save the tightening of his fingers in Heath’s hair as he nuzzled harder, ran that immaculate mouth over the pulse pounding in his neck. Memorized his scent with deep, ragged breaths.
