“E-Ezra!” Danny moaned, planting his hands on the bed and trying to sit up so he could look at me.
“Yes, baby?” I asked, taking my mouth away for the barest second and using that time to find the lube, pouring some onto my fingers. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No!”
“Is something wrong?”
“No. I… I… fuck, I want you to fuck me. Please!”
“I’m going to,” I said, gently pressing my lube-slicked fingers to his arse. “Patience, puppy.”
Danny flopped back onto the bed, any complaints dissolving into moans as I began to open him up. As always, I was slow and careful. Partly because I loved driving him wild and seeing how long I could tease him for, but also because Danny was still new to anal penetration and I didn’t want to hurt him.
I didn’t know if I’d be able to hold back when I finally got inside him.
His pretty gasps and needy moans were music to my ears, making my aching cock throb and my hips roll against the bed as I tried to find some friction. Both of us were desperate now and I couldn’t wait any longer.
Slowly, I pulled my fingers out of him and reached for the condoms, rolling one on and slicking my shaft with more lube. “How do you want me to fuck you?” I asked as I looked at Danny spread out in front of me. He was more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen.
“Like this,” he said, beckoning me with a finger. “Want to be able to kiss you while you fuck me.”
I smiled as I slowly lined up my cock with his arse, gently pushing inside him before lowering myself down, planting one hand beside his head so I could kiss him. It was the most intimate we’d been, and there was something soft and tender about it.
Danny groaned as I filled him, letting out a shuddering breath against my mouth. “Mmm, love that. Love the way you feel inside me. It’s… fuck, it’s perfect.”
I kissed him deeply as I began to rock my hips, my thrusts slow and deep. What had started as something feral and urgent had turned sweet and needy. Our kisses were endless as I made love to him, bringing us closer to the edge in tandem. I whispered words of praise and adoration between my kisses, swallowing his moans down.
He sank his fingers into my hair as he wrapped his legs around me, his hard cock rubbing against my body. He was already close—he was beautifully easy to read like that—and I knew I wouldn’t be far behind him, especially not when he came and his hole tightened around me.
“Wanna feel you come for me,” I said, murmuring the words into his mouth. “I know you can come untouched.”
Danny moaned, his kisses becoming desperate as his hips jerked. I shifted my body slightly, changing the angle of my cock as I fucked him a little faster. It was clearly what he needed because he cried out, his legs shaking as his cock pulsed, painting our bodies with his cum.
Knowing I’d done that to him was all it took to push me over the edge, and with a final thrust I came, his name a broken gasp on my lips as I pressed them against his.
“Stay,” Danny whispered as he peppered kisses to my face. “Please, Ezra, stay tonight.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”
And I didn’t just mean that night. I wasn’t going anywhere tonight, tomorrow, next week, or next month.
I was going to be here, with Danny, for as long as he’d have me.
I might not have much to give, but I could give him every part of myself. Because even with my cracked edges and shatteredcentre, I knew there was nobody else I trusted to take care of my heart.
And I would take care of his in return.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Danny
“Are you ready?”Ezra asked as we walked into the training centre together the next morning, our fingers not quite touching. I liked the feeling of having him beside me, just as I’d liked waking up with him sprawled out in the bed next to me. It was new, but not as terrifying as I’d imagined.
Instead, it felt right. Like I’d finally found the piece of myself I’d been missing.
I’d told Ezra this and he’d chuckled and said if he was that piece, he was probably some battered old bit of puzzle with half the picture missing that I’d found under the sofa covered in dust and bits of fluff.
But his sarcastic arse could suck it because there wasn’t any dust or fluff under my sofa.
