“Spread your legs for me,” Gage murmured. “Yeah, just like that. God, you are so fucking good.”
Fallon shuddered. Hard. This wasn’t his first partner who liked to praise him, but this was the first person who made Fallon believe those words. Like it wasn’t just a kink. Like it was honest. Like Gage meant all the things he was saying—that he’d say them even if they weren’t naked and thrusting against each other.
He closed his eyes for a second, and his fingertips began to trace over Gage’s chest, stopping when he found the rings in his nipples. “Hurts?”
“No,” Gage said very softly. “Feels good. Do you like that kind of touch?”
Fallon shrugged, then shook his head. “Can’t feel much since my surgery.” He had keyhole scars beside his nipples, which had slightly distorted the shape of them, but not by much. He loved looking at himself in the mirror now that his chest was flat.
But it had come with the price of losing sensation there.
It was worth it, of course. All of what he’d gone through was worth it.
Gage hummed, then leaned in and pressed a kiss to Fallon’s neck, right under his ear. He shivered and groaned, his dick throbbing, though he knew another orgasm would be too much.Gage seemed to understand because he didn’t go for Fallon’s dick this time.
Instead, he wrapped his fingers around his hip, and then he slipped his cock between Fallon’s thighs.
The sensation was warm and slick. Strange, but not bad. In fact, it was better than not bad.
“I like this,” Fallon said.
Gage pulled back to look at him. “Yeah?”
“I like your body.”
Gage laughed quietly and shrugged. “It hasn’t let me down so far and does all the things I need it to.”
Fallon scoffed and tightened his thigh muscles, making Gage gasp. Oh, he liked that too. He liked that very much. The fact that he could bring Gage the kind of pleasure the other man had just given him made him feel lightheaded.
“Shit, yes. Yes. Like that.”
Fallon squeezed down harder, and Gage shuddered and began to fuck his thighs faster. And then Fallon put a hand on his chest. “Can you be inside me? Just for a second?”
Gage looked like his world had flipped upside down. He looked like he wanted that. More than fucking anything. “It’ll take me a moment to get you stretched.”
Fallon shook his head, then took Gage’s hand and brought it to his front hole. “Here. Just…just here. Just for a second. I’m going to come, and I want to do it around you.”
Gage closed his eyes and shuddered as he fingered the hole. Fallon was slick and soft inside. “Just for a second,” he repeated. “Iwon’t come.”
“I know. I trust you,” Fallon said.
That was a heavy weight, but he knew Gage wasn’t going to spit in the face of that gift. He lifted Fallon’s leg and met his gaze as he felt his cock graze his hole. Then he gave a single thrustand he was in. He was hot—throbbing deep inside, squeezing around Gage tightly.
“You feel so fucking good. All of you is so fucking good, Fallon.”
“Yeah. Yes.” Fallon shuddered and clenched around him. “I might come again. If I do, you won’t—will you?”
“I can hold it,” Gage said, and then he sucked in his breath and held it as he reached between them to squeeze his balls, like he was keeping his orgasm at bay. It was so fucking erotic, Fallon writhed on his cock. His insides went tight, then spasmed, and then he was coming again.
“Oh God. Oh God,” Fallon gasped.
Gage’s dick kicked, and he quickly pulled out, replacing it with his fingers so Fallon could finish. After a beat, Fallon’s eyes opened, and he stared, breathless.
“We shouldn’t do that again.”
Gage nodded and turned his hand to his cock, stroking it. “Can I finish between your thighs?”
Fallon opened his legs again, then closed them around Gage’s dick and squeezed his muscles tightly in answer.
