His expression is laced with lust as his eyes dilate and his lips part hungrily. “Good God, that’s hot,” he says with a sigh.
“If it makes you act like that, I’ll wear it every bloody day.”
“Promise?”
With a devious smile, I tug on the ankles of his trousers to pull them off. Once he’s naked for me, my expression matches his, because this happens to be my favorite outfit of Colin’s.
At the sight of his cock, the first time I’ve fully laid eyes on it in far too long, my mouth waters. It’s hard and pink and leaking from the tip. Leaning down, I engulf the length in one motion, sucking eagerly and making Colin fall back on the mattress, arching his back with a throaty gasp of pleasure.
“Oh God, Declan!” he shouts.
It’s almost vulgar how messily I’m sucking on his cock, but I can’t seem to help myself. My fingers grip his balls, massaging them delicately as I suck, and with the way he’s writhing and moaning so beautifully, I may never stop.
“Fuck, I missed you,” I mumble to his cock after popping my mouth off. “And you,” I add, leaning down to suck one side of hissack into my mouth. Colin has a fistful of my hair as I continue reacquainting my mouth with his body.
With a growl, I shove Colin’s knees up toward his chest as I get a sight of his tight hole. “And you. I’ve really fucking missed you.”
Diving in, I lick a sloppy, wet circle around the entrance. Colin begins to tremble, his sounds changing from husky groans to delicate whimpers. He melts into the bed, surrendering his body to me as I bring him to the brink of ecstasy.
Before long, I begin to grow painfully restless and can’t take another moment before fucking him. Standing from the bed, I smile down at him where he’s lying lust-drunk and breathless.
I quickly unbutton my shirt, slip out of my shoes and socks, and step out of the kilt as I stare at him. “I’m going to paint you like this,” I say. “Then I’m going to hang it above our bed and recreate it every single night.”
“I like the sound of that,” he mumbles from the mattress.
Just those two words,our bed, have me feeling lighter than air. He’s really here. He’s really mine. Everything is right with the world. My future no longer looks bleak and lonely, but vibrant and beautiful.
As I turn away from him in search of the lube and condoms stashed away in my nightstand, I pass the table covered in an assortment of oil paints. On my way back, I get a wicked idea.
“Or what if I paint you now?”
He sits up on his elbows. “What? Now?”
“Lie down, Shakespeare.”
With a look of trust and anticipation on his face, he lies on his back on the bed, watching me as I pick the colors. After I have all the ones I want, a feeling of pride and excitement washes over me.
I kneel between his legs as I open the first tube and squeeze the thick blue oil paint on his chest. He hisses from the cold temperature on his skin. Then I pick up the yellow and the white,adding a dollop of each before mixing it to the perfect shade with my finger, swirling it around his chest and over one of his nipples.
Content to watch me work, he laces his fingers behind his head with a smirk.
“This is the color of the pool in the gymnasium that night. Remember how blue that water was?”
“I remember,” he replies.
“It’s also the color of your eyes,” I say.
He smiles at me before peeking down at his chest to see what I’m sketching with the paint.
Next, I reach for the green, the red, the black. Before long, I have his chest covered, different pools of color all over him. While I paint the slick mixture up his throat, loving the way it contrasts his light skin, my cock twitches.
“I’m tested regularly,” he says, noticing the condoms in my hand. “And I don’t want anything between us.”
My body lights up with desire.
“I haven’t been with anyone in ages,” I reply. “And I’m always cautious.”
“I trust you,” he mumbles. Leaning down, I press a kiss to his lips. The paint smears onto my chest, but I love it.
