Startled, I stared. “What?”
“I have a haircut appointment in half an hour!”
“Oh, I’ll call you a ride, don’t panic.”
I had him in the car in ten minutes and he might just about make it if he got lucky. I told him to call the salon in case he wouldn’t.
While he was gone, I did more laundry, folded the stuff that needed folding, changed the sheets, and put in a load of Bear’s laundry, too.
I smiled at the row of his stuffies sitting on his bed in his room. Fuck, I’d missed my boy.
Feeling lazy, I went to sprawl on the couch and napped until the door opened.
Groggily, I sat up and turned to Bear. And swallowed hard.
“What?” he asked in a self-conscious tone. “What’s wrong?”
He touched his hair, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The sort of lanky frame that had filled in some since we met, the boyish looks, and now the hair that was fit for any advertisement I’d ever seen.
I pushed to my feet and met him in the middle of the room. Touching the side of his head that was short and almost spiky feeling to my palm, I smiled.
“You like it?”
I tugged at one of the longer strands on top. “I never realized your hair was a bit wavy. How did I not see that?” I asked, then looked into his eyes. “I know it’s been a while since we’ve been together, but it’s not just that. I want to maul you, baby.”
He had enough time to grin and nod, and then I was on him. I kissed him hard enough for it to sting and I wondered if I’d taste blood soon, but the thought didn’t really stop me.
I slid my hand around his head, my fingers tangling with the strands on top, and I tugged, making him groan.
Wrenching my head back, I panted at him. “Consent. I… color?”
“Green, so fucking g—”
Aiming toward the bedroom, I started to walk him there, hoping nothing was in the way. I didn’t stop to make sure, instead, I devoured Bear’s mouth while tugging at his clothes to leave a trail of them behind.
He did the same to me, and by the time we got to the bed, we were struggling to get out of our jeans and laughing between kisses. We stumbled onto the bed, and I reached over to grab the lube.
“Fast and dirty?” Bear asked, smirking.
“Oh yeah.” I settled between his legs and swallowed his cock while I did a hasty job of prepping him.
“Ungh, enough, don’t make me come,” he managed to say, then nearly kneed me when I pulled off his cock with as much suction as I could. “Holy shit, Luukas.”
I stopped and smiled.
“What?”
“I like it when you call me that.” I slicked my cock and began to push inside, carefully reading his expression for more discomfort than he’d like to take.
“It’s your name, babe,” he snarked, then whined when I bottomed out. “Fuck, it’s been too long, no, don’t stop.”
“Use your safe word if you need to,” I grunted, then grabbed his hips and began to pound into him as fast and hard as I could. It felt like the only thing to do to get rid of this need and odd kind of relief inside me.
Bear fisted his cock and jerked it in rhythm with my thrusts. It took embarrassingly short time for both of us to come. I went first, slamming in and holding inside his body, grinding against him as if trying to get even deeper.
He locked gazes with me, his body bowed, and his eyes rolled back as he began to shoot ribbon after ribbon over his stomach and chest.
I groaned at the feeling of his body contracting around my oversensitive dick, but I made a couple of attempts to peg his prostate to prolong his pleasure.
