The first touch of his slick finger against my entrance made my whole body tense with anticipation. Jackson's other hand stroked my hip, soothing, grounding.
"Relax for me," he murmured, and his voice alone made my muscles loosen.
Slow, careful pressure as one finger pushed inside. The stretch burned slightly, but Jackson's mouth on mine distracted from any discomfort. He worked me open with infinite patience, adding a second finger only when my hips started pushing back against his hand.
"So tight," he breathed against my neck. "Taking me so well."
The praise sent heat flooding through me. When he crooked his fingers, finding that spot that made me see stars, a broken moan tore from my throat.
"There," Jackson said, satisfaction coloring his voice as he repeated the motion. "Right there."
By the time he added a third finger, I was practically riding his hand, all shame abandoned in the face of overwhelming need. "Ready," I gasped. "Jackson, please, I’m ready."
Watching him slick himself up, his cock jumping at his own touch, was almost enough to make me come untouched. Then he was positioning himself, the blunt head pressing against my entrance, and time seemed to stop.
"Look at me," he said softly.
Our eyes locked as he pushed forward, the stretch intense but not painful. Jackson's face was a study in controlled desire, jaw clenched with the effort of going slow.
"Breathe," he reminded me, though his own breathing was ragged.
Inch by inch, he filled me until finally his hips pressed against mine. We stayed frozen for a moment, both adjusting to the overwhelming sensation.
"Oliver." My name came out broken, reverent. "You feel incredible."
When he started to move, slow and deep, pleasure built in waves. Each thrust hit that perfect spot, making me gasp and clutch at his shoulders. Jackson's control gradually frayed, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, exactly what I needed.
"Wanted this for so long," he panted against my ear. "Wanted you. Only you."
His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, and the dual sensation pushed me rapidly toward the edge.
"Close," I warned, though words were becoming increasingly difficult.
"Me too." His rhythm stuttered slightly. "Come for me, Oliver. Let me feel you."
Permission granted, I fell apart completely. Pleasure whited out everything else as I came harder than I ever had before, Jackson's name on my lips like a prayer. Through the haze, I felt him follow me over, his whole body tensing as he buried himself deep.
Afterward, we lay tangled together, neither willing to separate despite the mess and the tropical humidity. Jackson's fingers traced lazy patterns on my back while I listened to his heartbeat gradually slow.
"Six years," he said eventually, wonder in his voice.
"We really are idiots."
His laugh rumbled through me. "Complete idiots. Though this was worth the wait."
Tilting my head up, I found him already looking at me with such tenderness it made my breath catch. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." He kissed me softly. "Worth every second."
Eventually, biological needs forced us to separate long enough to clean up. But we gravitated back together immediately, unable to maintain distance after so many years of enforced separation.
"What happens when we get home?" The question I’d been avoiding tumbled out as we lay facing each other in the moonlight.
Jackson's hand found mine, fingers intertwining. "What do you want to happen?"
"This. Us. Everything."
"Then that's what happens." Simple as that, like he hadn’t just rearranged my entire world with four words. "Though we might want to tell Matt before he finds out some other way."
