Jason nodded. “Better than.”
“Okay,” Riley said, voice low and steady. He kissed Jason again, slower this time, deeper. When they finally broke apart, Jason was dizzy with it.
Riley cupped Jason’s jaw, his thumb rubbing softly against his skin. “What do you want?” he asked.
Jason’s throat ached. No one ever asked him that, not really.
“You,” he said. “I want to feel you. I want…” His cheeks burned, but he made himself go on. “More than last time. If that’s okay.”
Riley’s breath caught, his eyes darkening. “Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “That’s more than okay.”
He kissed him again, slow and searching, like he was trying to taste the meaning in Jason’s words. Then he pulled back just far enough to look at him.
“You mean…?”
Jason’s heart thudded. “I want you to fuck me,” he said, barely above a whisper. “I want to feel that. I wantyou.” And then he added in a panicked rush, “If that’s something you want, too. Idon’t know if you—if that’s your thing—” He broke off, mortified. “Sorry. I just—don’t know how people do this.”
Riley let out a low, fractured sound, somewhere between a groan and a curse. “There aren’t any rules,” he said, voice wrecked. “Just us.”
He kissed Jason again, rougher now, his hands sliding down to frame Jason’s hips. “Andyes,” he said between kisses. “That’s my thing. You’re my thing. You have no idea how much I want you.” Then he sucked in a steadying breath. “We’ll go slow. You say the word, and I stop.”
Jason swallowed hard, his chest tight with a warmth for Riley that overrode all his nerves. “I want this,” he said, needing to be clear for both of them just how much he did. “With you.”
Riley closed his eyes for half a beat, like the words hit somewhere deep, and when he opened them again, they were shining dark with something Jason couldn’t name. “Then yeah,” he said hoarsely. “Let me get a condom and the lube.”
Jason shook his head. “We don’t need condoms. Shifters have enhanced healing—we don’t carry infections.”
Riley’s gaze slammed into Jason’s, searching, weighing. Then Riley was kissing him, his tongue licking into Jason’s mouth until he groaned helplessly.
They stripped one another, but Jason’s fingers were too eager, too shaky, and it turned into a tangle of clothes and failed coordination. He fumbled with Riley’s buttons, caught his finger in a belt loop, and elbowed him in the ribs, but none of it mattered. He was too far gone, too wound up to laugh about it, too desperate to feel Riley’s skin against his.
When Jason lay back on the bed, Riley hovered over him, eyes wide, mouth parted. “Look at you,” he whispered, brushing his knuckles down Jason’s side. “Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good.”
Jason could barely breathe, but he nodded. Though he couldn’t imagineanythingwith Riley wouldn’t feel good.
Riley kissed his way down Jason’s body, trailing heat over every inch he touched. He pressed his mouth to Jason’s cock, delivered a little lick as he was there, his eyes dark yet teasing, but his attention was elsewhere. Jason shuddered, eyes closing of their own accord as Riley’s finger brushed over his hole. It felt…
“Please,” he said.
Riley stretched and grabbed a small bottle from the nightstand, and then Jason could scarcely breathe, because this was really going to happen.
Riley was careful, gentle, coaxing Jason open with patience and praise, even when Jason was trembling around his fingers, deep inside. It was a strange feeling, intimate and overwhelming, but not scary. Not with Riley’s fingers moving slow and steady, with his voice so gentle.
“You’re doing so good,” Riley murmured, kissing the inside of Jason’s knee, his hip, his belly. “So damn good.”
When Riley finally eased forward, the heat and pressure of his cock filled the space his fingers had left, slow enough that Jason’s breath came in sharp, broken sounds. The stretch burned in the best possible way, and he clutched at Riley, pulling him down into a kiss that was all teeth and desperation.
“Move,” Jason begged, and Riley did, slow and deep.
Every thrust pushed pleasure through him like a wave. Jason couldn’t stop the sounds he made, couldn’t stop his hands from tracing every inch of Riley he could reach. He wanted to remember all of this, the way Riley grunted with each push inside, the heat of his skin, the strength in his arms, the times his rhythm faltered and his eyes squeezed shut, lost to it.
Jason came first, sudden and fierce, his whole body arching, a cry tearing his throat. Riley kept moving, fast and needing, chasingthe edge that Jason’s release had pushed him toward. His breath grew ragged, before he pressed his face against Jason’s shoulder with a low, broken sound.
Jason held him tightly, but then Riley was moving, pulling slowly out of him. And it felt… strange, the heat and pressure that had been his whole world suddenly gone. He let his legs down, unsure of what happened next, of the rhythm of any of this. Riley lay down beside him, and the space between them felt both too wide and painfully small.
He was still lying there wondering what he should do when Riley propped himself up on one elbow and brushed his hair back from his forehead. “You okay?”
Jason nodded, throat too tight to speak. That had been… he had no words.
