Connor returned to his exploration. Mouth and hands working together, learning what made Leyden gasp, what made his muscles tense. Connor traced the ridges of Leyden’s abs, followed the trail of hair down to his waistband.
Stopped.
“Can I?” Connor’s fingers hooked in Leyden’s belt loops.
Leyden cleared his throat and nodded, not trusting his voice as he leaned back and sucked in his belly.
His heart was racing as his belt buckle clinked as it was undone. Connor didn’t hesitate, taking care with the zipper but before Leyden could count to three, his pants were undone. Connor started tugging on the material, pulling down the jeans with the underwear and Leyden lifted his hips to help, kicking the fabric aside as his ankles were finally free.
Okay. That’s me naked.The extra layer of eroticism he perceived – being naked while Connor was still fully dressed – shimmied down his spine.
Connor dropped to his knees, his eyes wide as he stared.
Leyden kept his smirk to himself. “You’ve seen me without clothes before.”
“Not like this.” Connor’s gaze traveled up Leyden’s body, slow and thorough. “Not when I wanted to touch.”
“You know you can.”
Connor’s hands settled on Leyden’s thighs. Slid upward, fingers firm on muscle. “Show me what you like.”
Leyden took one of Connor’s hands, guided it to wrap around his cock. Stroking his dick was as easy as breathing, especially with all the practice he’d had lately. Connor caught on fast, and Leyden could feel him watching every expression, learning what made Leyden gasp or moan.
“Like this?”
“Yeah. Just like that.” Leyden wanted to close his eyes, but watching Connor watch him was far more important.
His mate was experimenting with his grip and stroke - faster, slower, tighter grip. Leyden’s hips thrust up into Connor’s fist, seeking more friction.
“You’re beautiful like this,” Connor said, and there was genuine wonder in his voice. “I never understood before. Why people wanted this. But seeing you respond to me…”
He broke off and squeezed harder. Leyden groaned.
“Connor. Wait.”
Connor’s hand stilled immediately. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. Fuck, no.” Leyden sat up, caught Connor’s face in his hands. “You’re perfect. But I’m going to come in about thirty seconds if you keep that up, and I want - I want to make this good for you too.”
Connor blinked. “You want me naked.”
“Very much.”
Connor stood, pulled his shirt over his head. His jeans and boxers were at his ankles in seconds, and he kicked them off. Leyden drank in the sight. Connor’s wide shoulders, thick arms, defined chest, muscled thighs. And, more importantly for what they were doing, clear evidence of his arousal.
Oh, that’s one beautifully chunky cock.“Come here, hon.”
Connor climbed onto the bed, and straddled Leyden’s lap. Leyden’s urge to rut was growing. He settled his hands on Connor’s hips. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah.” Connor rolled his hips experimentally. They both groaned as their cocks slid together.
“Fuck,” Leyden breathed. “Connor…”
Connor did it again. Slower this time, deliberate. Learning what angles felt best, what pressure. Leyden guided Connor’s movements with his hands, showed him the rhythm.
“Like this?” Connor asked.
“Perfect. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
