Sam moaned. “God, yeah, yeah.”
Ollie worked his way back up slowly, letting his tongue taste each spot as he kissed his way up Sam’s chest and neck to his jaw. Then he straightened the rest of the way and reached up to kiss his husband. Sam’s mouth was hot, and his hard erection pressed against Ollie’s as they rocked their hips together.
“Ahh, yeah, that’s good,” Ollie breathed when they pulled apart.
Sam huffed some sort of agreement, and then, with the same quiet, careful touch he’d always had, Sam finishedundressing Ollie. He then slipped out of his own jeans and briefs, and the two climbed into bed together.
Ollie settled on top of Sam, straddling him, and let his hands caress slowly up Sam’s thighs, then his stomach, then his chest.
Sam groaned quietly and brought his hands up to rest low on Ollie’s hips. “Oll, love...”
“Hmm?” Ollie leaned in, his hard shaft rubbing against his lover’s, and he moaned as a rush of heat hit him. He closed his mouth over Sam’s nipple and sucked gently, smiling inwardly as he heard a rumbling “godddddd” escape Sam’s lips.
“Oll, I just... Ahh, wait,” Sam said, his fingers flexing into Ollie’s hips.
Reluctantly, Ollie lifted his head from Sam’s chest, watching as Sam opened his eyes about halfway. Sam’s expression was filled with need and desire, but there was a question there too. Ollie let his hands resettle on Sam’s stomach, and he scooted back on Sam’s thighs a bit.
“Sorry, I—”
“No, I just want to be very clear that...” Sam paused for a moment and shook his head as his hands massaged Ollie’s lower back lightly. “You’re in control. Always. I just want to make sure I say that. I know you know. But this is a big step, and I don’t want you to feel any pressure. We can stop anytime, and...”
Even though Sam didn’t finish his sentence, Ollie nodded, and the understanding and kindness in Sam’s eyes as they lingered there, just gazing at each other, tugged at something in Ollie’s heart. He smiled softly, then leaned in and kissed Sam’s lips. When they parted, Sam opened his eyes again, and Ollie’s heart surged with love.
For the shortest of seconds, he felt a hint of something else too—something not quite as pleasant. But he quickly reached forward and placed both his hands on Sam’s chest,feeling Sam’s strong, rhythmic heartbeat. It grounded him, kept him there in the moment, where he needed to be.
Then he let his hands caress down Sam’s chest as he shifted forward again. Sam’s arousal twitched with interest against his own, and he moaned and closed his eyes.
“I want you to touch me, Sam,” Ollie murmured. “And then, I want you inside of me.” The words came out low and deep, almost echoing in the otherwise quiet room, and Ollie smiled when he heard Sam let out a short breath.
“God, I want that too,” Sam said, the intensity of his interest tempered by the gentleness of his touch as his hands wandered lower.
A thrill tugged deep in Ollie’s groin, and Ollie screwed his eyes shut and arched back into Sam’s touch, warmth spreading all over. He leaned forward until he was propping himself up on one arm and kissing Sam’s lips, and he let his other hand wander between them to take both of their erections together in his hand, stretching his fingers to accommodate their combined thickness. With a gasp, Sam lifted his hips slightly, thrusting into Ollie’s hand as Ollie stroked them both.
“God, Sam. God, it... feels good,” he rasped. He closed his eyes and sat up again as he tilted his head back and continued pumping their shafts slowly.
At the top of the next stroke, Ollie twisted his wrist slightly and let his thumb spread the wetness of the drop of precum leaking from Sam’s slit. Sam made some low sound deep in his throat, and Ollie opened his eyes partway to look down at his husband. Sexy didn’t begin to describe it. Sam was watching Ollie’s hand on their shafts, his eyes dark and needy and his tongue peeking out of his mouth to just barely wet his lips. Ollie followed his gaze and then gently stroked them again, holding his breath as the sensation built up with this intense, pleasurable pressure deep inside him.
God. He closed his eyes again and swallowed hard. At the same time, Sam’s hands continued working lower, caressing Ollie’s backside in some gentle circular pattern. Long and slow and careful.
“You feel incredible today, love,” Sam murmured, his voice low and rough. “Is this—is this still good?”
Checking in.
It was something they’d found helped. Sam’s question wasn’t just for Ollie to answer with a quick yes, although that was his immediate reaction—god, yes, please more. It was meant for Ollie to check in with himself too. So he did. He paused, moved both hands up to either side of Sam, and then leaned forward again, resting his forehead against Sam’s shoulder. And as he closed his eyes, Sam’s hands shifted up to his lower back, still massaging him gently.
It was all warmth and love and this sort of simmering excitement low in his belly.
He nodded. “Good, it’s good. I’m good. I’m really... very good,” Ollie said, and he heard Sam groan with pleasure when Ollie repositioned his hand between them to grasp Sam’s hard shaft. Ollie turned his head and pressed a long, wet kiss to Sam’s neck. “And you?” he asked, his voice deep and thick with emotion.
“God, Oll, I . . . Yeah. Yeah, good.”
Ollie laughed lightly, his heart doing something funny in his chest. He pushed himself up a bit on one arm and smiled down at Sam as Sam’s hands stilled, his fingers edging at the top of Ollie’s crease. Sam’s expression was just a little tight—full of emotion—and Sam brought one hand around to cup Ollie’s cheek.
Leaning into the touch, Ollie closed his eyes. It all felt so good. He felt so loved, so content, so... safe.
He sighed and reached up to wipe his eyes. “God, I’m crying already, and we haven’t even...” Sam seemed to tense up under him, and Ollie shook his head quickly. “It’s because—it’s because I love you so much, and you make me feel so safe. I feel happier than I ever have, I think. And that’s... because of you, Sam.”
Sam’s eyes shone too, and he nodded slightly, then brushed the pad of his thumb over Ollie’s cheek and whispered, “I love you. Always.”
