He glared over his shoulder at Riley. Seth’s curls were mussed—he’d been rubbing his forehead against his folded hands while Riley explored—and his eyes were even glassier than before.
Riley grinned at him, withdrawing his fingers. He’d gotten up to three.
Seth scowled.
Riley’s grin fell. “Did I do it wrong?”
“Only if you consider the fact that I’m about to come all over your bedspread. And I’m not—I want to wait. So—” Seth glared pointedly at Riley’s dick, which was bobbing in front of his stomach like it was begging to be noticed.
Ah. Seth was impatient. Riley cocked his head. “I thought you’d be nicer in bed.”
“And I thought you’d be bumbling.”
And just like that, Riley’s grin was back. “Did you really?”
He shuffled closer, his knees coming up behind Seth’s spread thighs. He notched his cock to Seth’s entrance and stopped there. He let his hips rock a little, the head of his cock teasing at Seth’s hole and then glancing off. Even that much felt amazing.
“RileyfuckingBeauchamp.”
Grinning like a loon, Riley pressed in.
Fuck.Fuck.There was nothing like it. Nothing in this world. It was so tight, the constriction, and Riley couldfeelSeth telling his body to let him in, the muscles relaxing and allowing Riley inch after inch. Seth was almost silent underneath him, other than a quiet, hitching breath and a soft, throaty moan.
Riley’s groan was less discreet.
But fuck. It was heaven. Fucking heaven.
Riley bottomed out, and he lowered himself, pressing the length of his body against Seth’s back. He tucked his arms under Seth’s shoulders, hugging him close.
If Seth had been hoping for emotional distance in this position, he might be disappointed. Every inch of their skin was touching, Riley’s breath caressing the back of his neck. Riley pressed a kiss to the crook of it, where it met Seth’s shoulder.
He forced himself to stay still, to resist the urge to begin rutting furiously. “Is that— Is that better?”
Seth let out a long, noisy breath. “God.So much better.” He turned his head, and he was no longer scowling. There was Riley’s friend again, all warm and open and trusting. “Are you doing okay?”
“I’m so okay,” Riley told him, his voice thick. “I’ve never?—”
Seth pressed their lips together, his kiss firm but sweet. “I know, baby. Do you want me on my hands and knees?”
“No.” Riley shook his head. “Like this. I want to be touching.”
He drove his hips back, then returned in a stuttered glide. Seth moaned louder this time, and Riley nuzzled his head into the crook of his neck. “Is it good for you?” he asked breathlessly. “Like this?”
Seth slid his hands under Riley’s palms, curling their fingers together. “It’s good. Don’t stop.”
Riley didn’t stop. He widened his knees, pressing Seth’s legs even further apart and pushing them up the bedspread, using the leverage to move over him without losing an inch of contact. Their breaths mingled, and the air was filled with buttery orange, tart and sweet and perfect.
Seth moaned again. And again.
Riley’s new favorite sound.
Eventually Riley found it within himself to unclasp one of his hands from Seth’s, moving it down to slide under Seth’s hip,palming Seth’s cock and letting it rub against his hand as he fucked them back and forth.
Seth’s body was hot under his, slicked with sweat. It eased the glide, and yet Riley wanted to lick it off him, but he also wanted to stay exactly like this, his body covering Seth’s like a blanket, fucking and sliding like they’d somehow merged into one being.
How did people survive this? Howhadpeople survived this? How had anyone had Seth in this way and then let him go afterward? And how was Riley supposed to let him out of this bed ever again?
It was impossible to fathom. They’d have to stay here forever, locked together. Riley would suck and kiss and lick Seth back to hardness again and again, and he’d fill him again and again, and they would—they would?—
