We undressed each other slowly, savoring each newly revealed inch. When we finally tumbled onto the bed, nothing between us but skin and breath and want, I felt the last wall inside me give way—the final holdout, the part that had been braced for this to end badly.
Seth rolled me onto my back, settling between my thighs with a grin that made heat pool low in my stomach.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi yourself.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” I pulled him down for a kiss that turned filthy fast, our hips grinding together until we were both breathless. “Now stop talking and fuck me.”
He reached for the lube we’d stashed in the nightstand earlier—optimistic planning that was about to pay off—and slicked his fingers while I watched, my cock twitching against my stomach.
“You’re staring,” he said.
“I’m appreciating the view.”
“Appreciate faster. I want to be inside you before someone comes looking for us.”
I spread my legs wider, pulling one knee toward my chest. Seth’s breath caught.
“Fuck,” he said. “You’re?—”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m beautiful. Get on with it.”
He pressed one finger inside me, and I immediately grabbed his wrist.
“More,” I said. “We don’t have time for slow.”
“Impatient,” he murmured, but he was already adding a second finger, stretching me faster than usual.
“There’s a party full of people who are going to notice we’re gone.” I rocked down against his hand. “Third. Now.”
He obliged, working me open with efficient strokes while I squirmed and demanded more.
When he finally pushed inside me, we both groaned. He was big enough that it always took a moment to adjust, but the stretch was good—grounding, real, proof that this was happening.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Move.”
He moved. Slow at first, deep grinding strokes that hit every nerve ending, then faster as we both chased the building heat. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, meeting each thrust, and somewhere along the way the desperation turned into laughter—actual laughter, breathless and giddy.
“What?” Seth panted, grinning down at me.
“Nothing. Just—” I kissed him. “This. Us. I’m happy.”
His expression softened into something so tender my chest ached. “Me too.”
He shifted his angle, and suddenly, I wasn’t laughing anymore. I was moaning, fingers digging into his shoulders as the pleasure built and built. He reached between us to wrap his hand around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.
“Come on,” he said. “Come for me, Tanner. Let me see you.”
I came with his name on my lips, my whole body arching off the bed. He followed a moment later, burying himself deep and shaking through his release.
Afterward, we lay tangled together in the wreck of the sheets, breathing hard, covered in sweat and cum and too satisfied to move.
“We should clean up,” Seth said eventually.
