Ollie lowered himself again and pressed his lips to Sam’s, then he slowly scooted off Sam’s thighs, reached over to the nightstand, and opened up the top drawer to grab the small bottle of lube. Then he lay down on his back, Sam settling next to him, propped up on one elbow.
“Can I touch you now, love?” Sam asked quietly.
Another check in.
Ollie nodded, and Sam held his gaze for a moment, his smile soft and his eyes even softer. Then he leaned in and kissed Ollie’s lips as his fingers caressed up Ollie’s arm.
His touch was like fire. A slow-burning fire, spreading inch by inch across Ollie’s skin as Sam explored every exposed surface—first with light fingertips, grazing along Ollie’s chest and stomach, down to his hip and then his inner thigh; then with his mouth, his hot, wet kisses making Ollie moan with pleasure and need. Sam’s hand closed around Ollie’s shaft, and there was just a little more urgency to it all when Sam stroked him, his touch both firm and tender at the same time.
“God, Sam, please...” Ollie wasn’t even entirely sure what he was asking for, but his body cravedsomething, and he moaned again and brought both hands to Sam’s cheeks, drawing him back in for another kiss and then another. Finally, he broke away and pushed his head back against the pillow, groping with one hand until he felt the bottle of lube.
When he opened his eyes again, the sight was arousing—Sam still propped up on one elbow, his free hand stroking Ollie’s shaft, his eyes closed, and his breathing rapid and stilted.
“S-Sam, I—god, you’re beautiful. I...” He suddenly felt like the luckiest man on the planet, and when Sam opened his eyes and gazed lovingly down at Ollie, the feeling only intensified.
Sam smiled softly, leaned in and kissed Ollie’s lips, then released his shaft, letting his hand drift down to Ollie’s inner thigh. “Ready, love?”
“Yes. God, yes. Very,” Ollie rasped.
Sam let out a short huff, the air warm against Ollie’s neck.
“Don’t laugh, this is a serious need here. If you don’t touch me soon, I might implode,” Ollie argued. His shaft twitched with want, and he bent one knee and spread his legs, his heart racing with anticipation—the good kind.
Sam was still slow and careful, as always, stroking with soft fingertips up and down Ollie’s thigh, gradually working closer to his hole, all while pressing increasingly gentler kisses to Ollie’s jaw and neck. He closed his eyes again as Sam caressed up higher, finally brushing his fingers lightly against the outside of Ollie’s hole.
“God, Sam, please . . .”
Sam breathed another warm kiss on Ollie’s neck. “No rush, love,” he said softly, but his husky tone sent another jolt of arousal to Ollie’s groin. And Ollie moaned as Sam repeated the gentle touch, circling his fingers around Ollie’s entrance one more time before he shifted slightly and his touch disappeared. Ollie groaned in protest, but Sam laughed lightly.
“Shh, love, I’ve got you,” Sam said, pressing a brief kiss to Ollie’s lips. Ollie heard the bottle of lube open and then close a moment later. “Can I touch you again, love?”
“Mmm, yes,” Ollie answered without hesitation. “Yes, yes, please.”
There was no laugh this time, just Sam’s lips and tongue tracing down to that one spot on his neck and then slick, wet fingers circling his entrance.
“Oh god, oh—” Ollie inhaled sharply and spread his legs farther apart. He couldn’t think anymore, and instead, he just tried to steady his breathing as Sam continued.
Sam’s touch was light, gentle, slow. And so, so good. After another check in, Sam eased one finger in carefully, and Ollie moaned and pressed his head back into the pillow more, arching and pushing down against Sam’s hand. He craved more, the feeling suddenly both physically and emotionally overwhelming.
“You’re gorgeous, love. You feel so good,” Sam murmured, his lips now trailing up Ollie’s jaw.
Ollie turned onto his side to face Sam, groaning again as the change in position shifted Sam’s finger inside him. “That’s so good, Sam. God, I want...”
“What do you want, love?” Sam’s voice was deep and rich, his breath hot as his mouth moved to hover right over Ollie’s.
Sam’s hard length brushed against his thigh. That was what Ollie wanted. First to touch it, then to have it buried inside him. Grunting a nonresponse, Ollie reached down and rubbed his palm lightly over Sam’s tip and then down Sam’s erection, grasping him gently at the base.
“Ahh, god, Oll—” Sam sucked in a sharp breath and lowered his head onto Ollie’s shoulder, and they continued pleasuring each other, Sam slowly moving his finger in and out of Ollie’s channel, doing whatever it was that he did to hit just the right spot, while Ollie stroked Sam’s shaft.
And with his free hand, Ollie touched Sam’s cheek, then tilted Sam’s head up so they could kiss again. When he pulled back a moment later, breathing hard, his heart thrumming inhis chest and his whole body warm with desire and arousal and need, he was sure he could feel Sam trembling against him.
“Are you okay?” Ollie asked quietly, his hand stilling on Sam’s eager shaft. It twitched again in Ollie’s hand, and Sam groaned but nodded.
“Maybe stop, though. I’m . . . too close now, and I don’t want . . .”
Ollie let out a quiet huff and slowly released Sam’s erection. “Of course, yeah, I—ohhh, god...” He moaned and arched against Sam’s hand again. “More. More, please,” he begged.
There was a familiar and pleasurable stretching as Sam added a second finger, and Ollie shifted onto his back again and let his husband continue touching him. Kisses traced along his jaw, wet and warm, then down his neck, and when Sam took Ollie’s nipple in his mouth and sucked gently, heat rushed all the way down into Ollie’s toes. At the same moment, Sam’s fingers curled upward, hitting just the right spot once more.
