“You’re gorgeous,” Bryce said, his voice lower now, rougher. “Been thinking about this. About you.”
Tom huffed a breath, already undoing Bryce’s jeans. “Good,” he said, pushing them down off his hips, “because I’ve been thinking about you, too. About this.” He slid his hand inside Bryce’s briefs, wrapping it around his thick, hard cock.
Bryce gasped, his hips jerking forward. “Fuck, Tom.”
Tom stroked him once, slow and firm, watching Bryce’s eyes darken as he groaned. Then Bryce was pushing Tom’s jeans and underwear down, and as he stepped out of them, they tumbled down onto the bed.
They hit the mattress sideways, tangled, and scrambled up onto it without elegance. Tom rolled Bryce beneath him, straddling his thighs, and bent to kiss him again, deep and wet, their cocks rubbing between them. The friction lit him up, sharp and hot, as he rocked down into it, moaning into Bryce’s mouth.
Bryce caught his hips and held him there, grinding up in return. “Want you,” he said hoarsely. “Want to suck you down until you forget your name.”
Tom groaned, and swore softly. “Yeah, okay. Okay.”
Bryce pushed him gently until he was the one on top, kissing down his chest, his stomach, mouthing every inch of skin like he wanted to memorize it. When he reached Tom’s cock, he looked up, holding Tom’s gaze as he licked his slit.
Tom’s breath punched out of him like he’d been hit. “Jesus—Bryce—”
Bryce slid his mouth down fully onto Tom’s cock, andGod.He was hot and wet, his tongue sliding along the underside with perfect pressure, his hand stroking what he couldn’t take, matching the rhythm with ruthless skill. Tom’s hips jerked helplessly, and Bryce just held him tighter, groaned low in his throat like he liked the weight of it on his tongue.
Tom couldn’t believe how much he trusted him. How much he wanted this, not just the release, but the man giving it. He couldn’t look away because Bryce lookedobscenelike this, hair mussed, lips slick, eyes dark with want. And he knew exactly what he was doing—his pace was merciless now, the suction perfect, pulling pleasure out of Tom in waves until he was shaking with it.
“Fuck—Bryce, I’m—”
Bryce didn’t stop. If anything, he sucked harder, deeper, his fingers curling against Tom’s hip, anchoring him as Tom’s orgasm hit hard and fast, ripping through him like lightning.
He cried out, body jolting, hips stuttering, and Bryce swallowed around him, holding steady until Tom finally sagged back against the bed, wrung out and panting.
Bryce pulled off with a wet sound and stretched up beside him, one hand brushing Tom’s jaw. His eyes were warm, amused. “You okay?”
Tom reached out blindly and pulled him into a kiss. “Yeah,” he said against Bryce’s mouth. “More than okay.”
Bryce grinned. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”
BRYCE
Tom was loose-limbed beneath him, skin flushed, chest rising and falling unevenly. Sweat was damp at his temples, and when Bryce kissed the corner of his mouth, Tom turned into it with a soft, contented sound.
“Still with me?” Bryce murmured.
“Mmm.” Tom’s hand came up, found the back of Bryce’s neck, pulled him into another kiss. Slow this time. Deep. Still tasting of heat, but now threaded through with tenderness.
Bryce shifted his weight carefully, settling against Tom’s side. He was still hard—aching with it—but he didn’t want to rush this. Tom was boneless and hazy-eyed, his cock soft against his thigh, but the way he curled into Bryce said he wasn’t done. Just not interested in rushing too fast to the next peak.
“Tell me what you want,” Bryce asked softly, his lips moving against the shell of Tom’s ear, his stubble catching on Tom’s skin.
Tom shivered, pressed closer. “Want you,” he said, hoarse now. “Want you to fuck me.”
It landed in Bryce’s gut like a punch. He breathed in sharply and nuzzled behind Tom’s ear. “Yeah?” he asked, just to be sure. “Even if you’re not gonna come again?”
Tom huffed a breath, low and half-laughing. “I’m good,” he said. “More than good. Just want to feel you.”
Bryce kissed the side of his neck, slow and fond, before reaching over to the drawer. He pulled out a bottle of lube, pressing a kiss to Tom’s temple as he slicked his fingers. Tom stretched a little, legs parting in invitation, one arm flung over his head in a lazy sprawl that made Bryce’s breath catch.
He went slow. One slick finger, gently circling, pressing in. Tom groaned low in his throat, rolling his hips down in welcome. “Yes,” he murmured. “Yeah, like that.”
“You’re perfect,” Bryce breathed, kissing the edge of his jaw as he added a second finger. “Feel so fucking good.”
Tom’s muscles fluttered around him, warm and eager. His breath came faster, and the way he gasped when Bryce brushed that spot inside him—fuck, that was hotter than anything.
