That word.
It’s relevant. But I don’t stop to puzzle it out. Without putting voice to how I’m feeling, I roll on the condom and reach for Tam, tugging him down the bed to where I want him.
Where Ineedhim.
Closer.
More.
All of it.
Despite his injuries, Tam is lithe and flexible. He hooks me in with his legs, guiding me to where he wants me most, and I’m gentle as I align us.
He wants it rough?—
No.
That’s not what he said, and in this moment, I’m more aware of it than ever. “Ready?”
Tam licks his bottom lip. “What do you think?”
“I think I’m going to fuck my dick inside you and you’re going to tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
“Okay, Bhodi.”
I push forward, breaching him, rapt as his nose flares with desire and his jaw unhinges more and more with every slow slide of my cock. And honestly, I get it. I know how it feels to take a man inside my body. That burn. That rush. The flood of emotion that comes even with a stranger.
Or maybe that’s just me.
Either way, we’re not strangers, and we haven’t been since that night in the hospital car park, when a deeper part of me had known that our brief encounter was just the start.
I’m all the way in. With Tam’s legs still wrapped around me, we’re closer than close. I lean down to kiss him, parting his lips with my tongue, gliding it against his, swallowing the rough noise that escapes his throat, trapping his dick with my abs. My soul aches to rock forward, but I hold back, enjoying the moment before he breaks the kiss early and flexes his hips.
“Fuck me, Bhodi.”
For a long second, I gaze at him, absorbing how tight he is, and how hard I’ll have to fight to stave off the eye-rolling pleasure of giving him what he wants. But I know it’s a fight that whatever happens, I can’t lose. So I do what he does—what he chose all those years ago—and let it all go.
I fuck him. And I’m not gentle.
It isn’t quiet either. Tam tells me what he wants, and I give it to him, and every sound he makes goads me into fucking himharder.
We cover every inch of the bed.
And then I put him on his knees.
Exertion works Tam’s lungs.
He drops his head, taking a moment. I find myself at one with the scars on his back, some vast, some small, but each one a map of the man who, despite my best intentions, has consumed me so entirely since we met.
Leaning down, I trace one with my tongue.
Tam shivers. “Bhodi.”
It’s all he says, but I hear him. Still inside him, my lips to his spine, I start to move again, punching my hips to the rhythm I’ve already learned makes him set his jaw andmoan. The rhythm that drags me into a heady trance where there’s nothing but tight heat and the slap of skin on skin. It’s perilous. That coil in my belly is a snake, waiting to strike. But it’s so good I can’t stop, and I fuck Tam like this for what feels like hours. Until my lungs start to burn and his legs tremble.
Until there’s nothing left for us but the end.
I drag Tam upright. His strong arm goes around my neck and he arches his back.
