“You’re sure?” I ask, my voice rough.
“Yeah,” he says with a small nod. His hand drops from my arm as he slowly shifts over on the bed and starts to lie down on his back again.
“Okay, uh, but wait,” I say softly. When he stops, I lower myselfonto my knees on the bed, crawl over toward him, and push the comforter all the way back off his legs. My hands find his hips and slide under his shirt and up a little. “Before you lie down...?”
I hope he understands my question, but he doesn’t answer. Instead, he dips his chin, and his cheeks turn pink. Without a word, he reaches back to remove his shirt, pulling it off over his head with just his right hand.
He’s all lean muscle and smooth skin, and my dick throbs as though waking back up after our sudden interruption. I swallow hard, watching his muscles shift as he tosses the shirt onto the bed next to us. I have seen him shirtless before, a bunch of times, actually. But this feels different. Maybe it’s because this time, I don’t have to hold back. This time, I get to worship his body like I’ve always wanted to. This time, I get to touch him, kiss him, taste him.
“Nico,” I whisper, which is enough for him to glance up through his thick lashes. I slowly lean in as my hands graze up his sides, and my lips find his. We kiss—deep, tender, loving. Somehow, I find myself kneeling between his legs, my mouth still on his, my tongue tasting him. One arm wraps low around his waist, and I help him slowly lower himself back onto the bed. Then I drag my lips away to flutter tiny kisses along his jaw. I pause just under his ear. “You’re gorgeous. Perfect,” I murmur against his skin. His hand lifts up, and he runs his fingers through my hair, which feels incredible. I groan and continue on a lazy path with my kisses—down his neck, back up, alternating kissing and licking and sucking.
He’s quiet, but it’s a restrained quiet. His hands and body are plenty loud, his heavy, stilted breathing and the straining bulge in his shorts betraying how he really feels.
I sit back on my heels and stare down at him, letting both of my hands come to rest low on his stomach. His eyes are half open,looking up at me lazily, and his cheeks are still flushed and hot.
“You’re okay, right?” I ask, needing to be sure. “Not hurting too much?”
He gives a small nod and says, “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“So, I can touch you?”
He nods again.
“Anywhere?”
He huffs a weak laugh and nods again.
“And can I—”
“Yes. Fuck, please, yes.”
I crack a smile, but then I sober up pretty quickly as my fingers drift outward toward his hips and inch under his sleep shorts and briefs. I pause, letting my eyes drop to where his cock twitches with arousal under the double layer of cotton.
God, I want to see him—all of him—for the first time.
A rush of need hits me, my own cock throbbing with want in my shorts. I reach down and adjust myself with a groan, and Nico laughs quietly, then lifts a hand and rubs it up along my forearm.
“What do you want to do?” he asks, his voice low but rough.
I tear my gaze away and meet his eyes. “I want to see you. And I want to kiss you everywhere,” I admit. My cheeks feel hot with embarrassment and arousal, but I don’t look away as I add, “And then... then I want to make you come.”
He closes his eyes and groans. “How?”
“With my mouth.”
His hand pauses over the top of mine, and he lets out a short, sharp breath. “You want to... with your...”
I hook my fingers under the edges of his shorts and briefs and lower them just an inch or so, and I lean over and kiss his newly exposed skin. “With my mouth,” I repeat.
“Fuck.”
I laugh and shake my head. Then I start kissing a slow pathupward, taking my time with each kiss.
He’s sort of quiet again, like he was earlier, but he’s breathing hard and he’s restless. Little whines escape him, especially when I pause just below his nipple. His hand leaves my arm and threads up into my hair, gently encouraging me.
He wants this as much as I want to give him this.
Something in that thought is arousing as hell, and I pull back just enough to look up at him before lowering my mouth to his nipple. It stiffens at my touch, and I flick my tongue across the hard nub and then suck.
