“She can’t,” Malik said, standing and letting his blanket fall to the snow as he walked over to put out the fire. “No one can.”
Lincoln reached out, his hand trembling as he gripped Malik’s collar, pulling him toward the house with a desperate, silent urgency. They didn’t make it to the bedroom. They collapsed onto the couch in the living room.
Lincoln straddled Malik’s lap. He didn’t wait. He shoved Malik’s shirt up, his mouth finding the bare skin of Malik’s shoulder, biting down with a possessive ferocity. Malik growled, his hands digging into Lincoln’s thighs, feeling the tremor in the muscle.
Malik’s hands found Lincoln’s face, holding him still. He didn’t want the frantic scramble of a hidden tryst. He wanted the slow, agonizing recognition of the man who had stood beside him in silence for half a lifetime. He leaned in, hismouth hovering just inches from Lincoln’s. “Look at me,” Malik commanded.
Lincoln’s eyes were dark, his pupils wide with hunger. When Malik finally pressed his lips to Lincoln’s, the kiss was a cataclysm. It wasn’t the tentative touch of the morning. It was a deep, wet, and invasive claim.
Their tongues tangled with a desperate familiarity, the taste of wine and adrenaline passing between them. Malik’s hands slid into Lincoln’s hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until Lincoln was whimpering into his mouth, his body vibrating against Malik’s hardness.
Malik pulled back just an inch, their breaths hot and ragged in the dim living room. “I want to taste you,” he rasped. “Every bit of you that you’ve been hiding.”
He moved Lincoln off his lap, pushing him back against the cushions. Malik knelt between Lincoln’s legs, his eyes never leaving Lincoln’s as he unzipped Lincoln’s slacks.
He pulled them down along with his shorts, exposing Lincoln’s erection to the flickering light of the fireplace through the window. Lincoln’s cock was thick, a dark vein pulsing along the length of it, weeping with the anticipation of a touch he had never permitted himself to imagine.
Malik didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head, catching the bead of pre-cum before taking Lincoln fully into his mouth. Lincoln let out a choked cry, his hips bucking off the couch. Malik’s throat worked, his hand wrapping around the base of Lincoln’s cock to provide extra pressure as he sucked him with a rhythmic, wet intensity.
“Malik...oh god,” Lincoln gasped, his hands tangling in Malik’s hair, fingers clenching at the scalp. Malik responded by swiping his tongue along the underside, the frenulum, sending Lincoln into a fit of trembling that threatened to unseat him from the sofa.
After a long, unhurried minute, Malik pulled away, Lincoln’s skin glistening. He moved back up the couch, Lincoln already reaching for Malik’s belt. Lincoln’s fingers were frantic, fumbling with the buckle until he freed Malik. He didn’t say a word. He simply sank to his knees on the floor between Malik’s legs.
Lincoln was slower, more worshipful. He took Malik in, his tongue exploring every ridge, his eyes looking up to watch the way Malik’s head fell back against the sofa. Lincoln used his hands to stroke Malik’s balls while his mouth worked, a slow, deep suction that made Malik’s vision swim. The sound of Lincoln’s wet, rhythmic swallowing filled the quiet room, punctuated by Malik’s low, guttural moans.
“Enough,” Malik growled, his hands pulling Lincoln up by the shoulders. “I need to be inside you. Not here. Not on the couch. I want you in my bed.”
Lincoln didn’t argue. He couldn’t have even if he wanted to. He was flushed, his breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches as he stood on shaky legs. Malik didn’t let him walk alone. He kept a heavy arm around Lincoln’s waist, pulling him flush against his side as they navigated the darkened hallway. The only light came from the flickering orange remains of the fire in the living room, casting long, swaying shadows behind them.
They reached the master bedroom. A room Lincoln had seen a thousand times but had never trulyentered. The air here was cooler, smelling Malik’s distinct scent. Malik didn’t turn on the light. He led Lincoln to the edge of the sprawling four-poster bed and pushed him back onto the cool linens.
Malik reached into the drawer of the nightstand, his fingers finding the small bottle of lubricant he’d kept tucked away. He didn’t rush. He stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, watching Lincoln now sprawled and trembling in the center of Malik’s private world.
“Now,” Malik whispered, the word a promise and a threat.
He climbed onto the bed, crawling over Lincoln like a predator. He pushed Lincoln onto his back, lifting Lincoln’s legs and draping them over his own broad shoulders. Lincoln was completely exposed now, his body trembling in the chill of the room that was rapidly being overtaken by the radiating heat of their skin.
Malik poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. He started slow, his thumb tracing the puckered entrance of Lincoln’s heat. Lincoln gasped, a high, thin sound of shock as Malik’s finger pushed inside, the muscle tight and resisting.
“Relax for me, Lincoln,” Malik whispered, leaning over him, his breath hot against Lincoln’s ear as he anchored him to the mattress. “Twenty-five years of standing in the same room, and I never knew you could be this soft. Let me in.”
Malik added a second finger, then a third, his hand working in a slow, circular motion that stretched Lincoln open. He found the sweet spot, the hard knot of nerves that made Lincoln’s toes curl and his back arch. Every time Malik’s knuckles brushed that spot, Lincoln let out a high, broken sound that echoed through the house.
“Louder,” Malik encouraged, his voice dark and demanding. “There’s no one here to hear you but me. Let the whole world know you’re mine.”
Malik withdrew his fingers, the wet sound of the lubricant filling the silence. He grabbed his own cock, jacking it a few times to ensure he was ready, then he positioned himself at Lincoln’s entrance. He didn’t enter all at once. He teased the opening, the head of his cock sliding against Lincoln’s slick skin.
“Please, Malik. Now,” Lincoln begged, his hands reaching out to grip Malik’s forearms with a strength that left marks.
Malik didn’t give in. He waited until Lincoln was sobbing with the need, until the tension in the room was a physicalweight. Then, with a single, brutal thrust, Malik buried himself to the hilt.
The air left Lincoln’s lungs in a violent, shattered gasp. His internal muscles clamped around Malik with a desperate, crushing strength. Malik stayed still for a long moment, letting them both adjust to the sheer magnitude of the filling. He looked down, watching the way Lincoln’s pale skin was stretched taut around him, the two of them finally, undeniably joined.
“You’re so tight, Lincoln,” Malik groaned, his voice breaking. “God, you feel perfect.”
Malik began to move. It started slow. Long, deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before plunging back in. Every thrust was a statement of ownership. The sound of their bodies colliding was the only thing Malik could hear.
Lincoln was a mess beneath him. His eyes were rolled back, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Malik reached down between their bodies, his hand wrapping around Lincoln’s cock. He didn’t just stroke it. He synced his movements with his thrusts, jacking Lincoln every time he struck deep.
