“Nothing’s wrong. I just… I want to touch you.” He’d never really touched another man like this. Last time they were together like this, it was frantic, and just like this time, Storm had spent most of it focused on Nathan. He hadn’t been given much of a chance to explore Storm in return, and hewantedto. He wanted to know what the weight of Storm’s cock felt like in his palm, wanted to know what he tasted like. How deep would Nathan be able to take him? Not as deep as Storm could, obviously. But he wanted to find out. “Is that okay?”
Storm smiled. “Of course that’s okay.”
Nathan met his eyes as he wrapped a hand around his length. Storm’s eyes rolled back at the touch, and Nathan felt more powerful than ever. “Tell me what you like. I want to make it good for you.”
“Fuck, sunshine, you’re always good for me.” He rocked into Nathan’s fist, tunneling his cock through his tight grip.
“Come on, give me details,” Nathan coaxed, passing his thumb over the pearl of precum beading at the end of his cock and smearing it down his length.
“Mm, fuck.” Storm’s big hands found their way to Nathan’s shoulders, gripping ever so gently for purchase. “I pretty much like it all. You can use your hand or your mouth. You can put a finger inside me. I like a little pain with my pleasure, so don’t worry about being too rough. That means you can use your teeth. You can skip the lube—although if you fuck me, that might hurtyou. But really,” he guided Nathan’s face up and kissed him hard, “as long as it’s you, it’s already perfect.”
God, how was he supposed to respond to that? How could ademonbe so wonderful to him? Storm seemed made for him. He could read Nathan better than anyone, knew exactly what he needed and wanted and provided it at all times, no matter how stubbornly Nathan tried to deny himself.
“Okay, lay back,” he said, shifting over so Storm could lay down. Once he was comfortably reclined, Nathan scooted back and hovered over his cock. It was a nice cock, long and thick—and uncut. Nathan wondered if that was an indicator of his age.
“All right, you’re making me self-conscious,” Storm teased.
Nathan cast him a smile. “Sorry. Just thinking.”
“About my dick?”
Nathan snorted out a laugh. “No! Well. Actually, yeah.”
Storm’s brows rose curiously.
Nathan grinned. “I’ll tell you later. I have something to do right now.”
Curling an arm behind his head, Storm settled back, cocking one knee out. He was the picture of relaxation, comfortable and confident in his nudity and inviting Nathan to look his fill. Nathan pulled the foreskin back to expose the plump head, surprised by how eager he was to taste another man’s cock. He leaned over it, trailing the flat of his tongue up the underside. Storm was warm and firm, his skin like silk layered over iron. He hummed at the first touch of Nathan’s tongue to his length, carding his fingers into Nathan’s short hair, gripping but not pulling.
Bobbing his head further and further down, he took Storm as deep as he could. When the head of his generous cock brushed the back of his throat, he backed off before his gag reflex could activate and found a comfortable rhythm, delighting in the salty taste of precum on the back of his tongue and the hypnotic slide of skin against skin. Best of all was Storm’s reaction, the way his abdomen flexed and his moans rose, uninhibited. It made Nathan feel talented, sexy,powerful.
It was over flatteringly quickly, and he caught Storm’s seed in his mouth, swallowing quickly so it wouldn’t leak out obscenely. Storm moaned as his cock jerked, a punched-out sound that filled Nathan with smugness.Hedid that.
He rose with a shit-eating grin, and Storm chuckled, snagging him under the arms and reeling him in.
“Get up here, sunshine.” When they were side by side, Storm thumbed his bottom lip and said, “How was that? Your smile says you enjoyed yourself.”
“I did. That was fun. I never would’ve tried that if it weren’t for you.”
“Well, you’re not trying it with anyoneelse.” He butted his forehead against Nathan’s, growling in a way that only made them both laugh.
“Hell no,” Nathan agreed, slinging an arm around Storm’s trunk-like waist. “Just you.”
“Good.” He paused, then said, “Now tell me what you were thinking about my dick.”
Nathan snorted. “All right, fine. It was just a passing curiosity, though.”
“Tell me anyway. I want to know everything about you.”
Nathan softened. He stroked a hand up and down Storm’s side. “Is this body the same as your human body before you went to Hell? Is this what you looked like as a human?”
Storm tilted his head. “I’m not sure. I don’t remember much about my human life. Cobbled streets and oil lamps. I think maybe I lived in London? I came back from Hell there, so I assume that’s where I died, at least. And I…”
“What?”
“I woke up in a grave,” Storm said, blinking. “I had to dig my way out.”
“God,” Nathan breathed. He couldn’t imagine how disorienting that must’ve been. “If you lived in London, where’d your accent go?”
