He felt like he wasn’t doing enough as Ryan worshiped his body with touches and kisses, igniting every nerve ending and making him feel like he was on fire. Ryan licked and sucked at his nipples, which Graeme had never given much thought to before, then reached between his legs to tease the sensitive skin between his hole and his balls. Just when Graeme was getting used to that sensation, Ryan moved again, bringing his mouth to the tender flesh of his inner thighs and both kissing and nipping at him.
Graeme lost track of the number of times he almost came without Ryan being anywhere close to his cock. He had to reach up behind him to grip the brass bedframe as Ryan continued his onslaught. Damien had never done anything close to this. He hadn’t really kissed or touched or paid attention to anything other than Graeme’s dick or hole.
Ryan was making love to his whole person. The contrast was so astounding that it nearly brought Graeme to tears. This was what he’d wanted from the beginning, why he’d exploded his life so that he could build the one he was supposed to have on the rubble. The way Ryan licked and nuzzled the seam between his leg and his hip had Graeme sweating with anticipation, and when Ryan finally did mouth one of his balls, sucking on it while tightening his grip on Graeme’s thighs, Graeme nearly screamed.
“So good,” he panted instead, although those words didn’t come anywhere close to expressing what he really felt. “I need—” He didn’t know what he needed. He needed their lovemaking to go on forever.
Ryan was worked up and out of patience, too. The sound he made as he stroked Graeme’s cock a few times, pulling back his foreskin, then closing his mouth around his tip to lick the moisture there was downright feral. All this time, Graeme hadimagined Art would be the one who was good at sucking cock, but Ryan had him losing control in less than thirty seconds.
He cried out wordlessly and thrust on instinct as his orgasm started. Instead of being alarmed or disgusted by his spend, Ryan made a sound like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted as he sucked and swallowed. The pleasure of it was mind-blowing, but the intimacy of the act was even better.
Just when the sensation was becoming too much, Ryan pulled back with a wet pop, then straightened to a full kneel. Graeme watched in sated awe as he circled a hand around his cock and stroked hard and fast. He looked like some kind of potent sex god as his breathing came faster and faster, then as he let out a moan and shot pearly cum all over Graeme’s belly.
He should have minded, shouldn’t he? He should have thought it was weird or gross to have a man come all over him. Instead, he wanted Ryan to keep coming and coming until he was soaked in his spunk and thoroughly claimed. There was something indescribably hot about Ryan’s seed all over him. Wildly, it made him think about Art’s dick pic from earlier and what it would be like to have his cum all over him, too.
That thought didn’t last long in his brain. Ryan sagged once he was spent and sank on top of Graeme. They rolled to their sides, bodies sticky as they entwined, and once they had caught their breath a bit, they fell into long, sweet, tender kisses.
“That was amazing,” Graeme managed eventually, feeling heavy, warm, and sleepy.
“You’re amazing,” Ryan told him in return, stroking and caressing his body, all while their lips and tongues played lazily.
It lasted as long as they could keep it up, but exhaustion won in the end. All Graeme wanted to do was cuddle with Ryan and fall asleep in his lover’s arms. That was how things were supposed to be, after all. It was almost as sweet as Brighton, when the three of them were together, even though they’d beendrunk. For the first time in his life, Graeme was starting to see how wonderful his life could actually be.
TEN
It waseverything Ryan could have hoped for and more. Graeme was just as eager and sensual as he’d imagined he would be. More so, because part of Ryan had worried Graeme would be stiff and self-conscious, considering his past experience. But he threw himself into every kiss and touch, and he enjoyed it so much when Ryan sucked him off that after they took a nap, ordered a room service supper, rushed to tidy the room and hide the evidence of what they’d done, accepted and eaten their supper, they’d done it all again.
The second time, Graeme took a much more active role, exploring Ryan’s body like it was a revelation. As much as Ryan hated the fact that he hadn’t brought any condoms or lube with him, since sex was the last thing he thought would happen at Mavis’s wedding, he didn’t mind keeping things to non-penetrative sex at all. That wasn’t really the point of what he and Graeme needed from each other anyhow.
If Ryan had any complaints, it was that the twin bed was too narrow for both of them to sleep in comfortably. They’d agreed to actually sleep in their own beds, once they’d exhausted themselves, long after the sun went down. But when the firstlight of morning peeked through the brocade curtains they’d remembered to shut the afternoon before, Graeme slipped out of his bed and into Ryan’s.
“Is this okay?” Graeme asked in a morning-fuzzy voice.
“It’s more than okay, darling,” Ryan said, scooting over slightly, but ultimately pulling Graeme over top of him like a blanket.
Graeme made a contented sound as Ryan kissed his forehead and brushed his fingers through Graeme’s golden hair. “‘Darling’ is something Art would call me,” Graeme said with a sigh.
A moment later, he tensed and pushed himself up to look worriedly at Ryan.
“I—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be saying another man’s name when I’m in bed with you,” he said, his warm-fuzzies gone.
“It’s alright,” Ryan said with a smile, urging Graeme to cuddle with him again. “I don’t mind.”
Oddly enough, he truly didn’t mind. His dad’s words from the other day must have sunk in hard. No one was exclusive with anyone yet. Maybe Graeme wouldn’t be hurt if the two of them were together in some sort of more formal way, but they both continued to flirt with Art.
Whatever uncomfortable sticking point it was that kept Ryan from being as laissez-faire about unusual relationships as his family, he carefully tucked it away in favor of enjoying the moment with Graeme. He had to remind himself that not everything had to be resolved immediately.
The two of them drifted off into a cozy sleep as the world stretched and woke up around them. When the bumps and distant talking and other noise around the house that indicated other people were getting up and making their move woke them again, Ryan couldn’t resist flipping Graeme to his back and pressing their bodies together as they kissed.
“Stop,” Graeme laughed between kisses. “I have terrible morning breath.”
“You don’t really,” Ryan said. Or, at least, he didn’t mind all that much.
He kept their kisses short and playful, though, instead of long and sensual. Instead, he let his hands do the heavy lifting of touching and petting and eventually stroking, until Graeme was restless and panting under him.
“If you don’t want me to come, you’d better stop now,” Graeme gasped as Ryan used the copious amount of precum he produced to stroke his rigid length.
“Why would I want you to stop?” Ryan purred, circling his thumb around Graeme’s slit.
