Oliver blinked a couple of times before raising a hand to cup Liam’s jaw. “No, I don’t. But I want to, the same way I want to say I forgive you for being a bastard when we were younger.”
Liam choked out a laugh, sliding both hands beneath Oliver’s head to hold him steady while he kissed the other man until nothing else mattered. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”
“Well, you have it, so take care with it.”
Liam nuzzled Oliver’s ear, heart beating hard in his chest, recognizing he was being given so much more than just forgiveness. “I will, Ollie. I’ll take care of all of you.”
Oliver let out a shaky sigh and arched his spine, pressing against Liam. “I know.”
It was a promise Liam intended to keep for as long as Oliver would have him, because he wasn’t walking away from this—from Oliver—without a fight. He’d almost lost his chance at having what he’d always wanted, and Liam wasn’t stupid enough to lose it now. Not when he had Oliver in his arms—warm and willing and perfectly demanding.
Alive and here, exactly where he should be.
Liam pushed himself up and stretched an arm toward the nightstand. He dug through the drawer there, coming up with a half-empty bottle of lube. He settled back between Oliver’s legs and uncapped it, pouring some onto his fingers. Oliver looked at him with eyes darkened by want, his skin flushed with desire. Liam tossed the bottle aside and stroked his fingers down the sensitive skin behind Oliver’s balls.
Oliver hissed at the touch, hips twitching, but he didn’t try to move away. He raised his hands over his head to grab at the covers, arching upward when Liam slid a finger over his hole. He rubbed at the furled muscle there before gently easing one finger inside, watching how Oliver bit his bottom lip and whined.
“Did you finger yourself while you were away?” Liam asked in a low voice.
Oliver groaned, half closing his eyes. “Thought of you when I did; is that what you want to hear?”
Liam curled his finger as he dragged it out before thrusting it back inside Oliver’s body. “Did you?”
“Yes.”
The word came out on a hiss of breath that made Liam smirk. “You’ll have to show me sometime.”
“You want me to put on a show?”
Liam gently eased in a second finger, the tightness of Oliver’s body something he couldn’t wait to sink his cock into. “I wouldn’t say no to that.”
Oliver laughed, the sound shaking through him. Liam could feel it in his fingers when he pushed them deep, curling them toward the hard gland there. Oliver’s laughter turned into a gasp, heels digging into the bed as he ground back onto Liam’s fingers.
“Liam,” Oliver said, panting a little. “Get your hand on my cock.”
It was Liam’s turn to laugh, but he couldn’t say no to Oliver’s demand. He wrapped his fingers around that perfect cock and stroked it, giving a little twist at the end. Oliver threw back his head as he worked himself between Liam’s hands, his moans making Liam’s own cock throb with want.
Liam pulled his fingers free and tugged lightly at Oliver’s balls before gripping his thighs. He dragged Oliver closer, manhandling him in a way the other man didn’t fight. Liam retrieved the lube long enough to slick up his cock. Then he guided it to Oliver’s hole, rubbing the tip over his entrance, smearing precum on the surrounding skin. He eased the thick head inside, the tightness of Oliver’s body squeezing him.
He hadn’t stretched Oliver all the way because he wanted them both to feel this. Oliver groaned, digging his heels into Liam’s lower back in a wordless order he didn’t mind obeying. Liam gripped Oliver by the hips and pushed inside that tight heat relentlessly. Oliver opened up for him like Liam belonged there and nowhere else.
“Fuck,” Liam groaned when he bottomed out, hips flexing as he ground in deep.
Oliver shuddered out a breath, stroking his cock. “You’re definitely better than my dreams.”
Liam laughed as he tugged Oliver impossibly closer, pulling the other man upright and onto his lap. The sound Oliver made when he sank onto Liam’s cock made them both shudder. Liam spread his legs a little and thrust up into Oliver. He did it again, turning his head to kiss the side of Oliver’s neck, the hinge of his jaw, holding him tight.
Oliver wrapped his arms around Liam’s shoulders and ground down on the next thrust, gasping in Liam’s ear. “You feel so good in me.”
Liam swore, gripping his arse with one hand and picked up the pace. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Oliver turned his head, kissing him sloppily. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”
Liam did, but maybe not the way Oliver expected. Liam fucked him hard but slow, every thrust a dragged-out affair that had Oliver scratching at his back. Liam kept the pace just shy of excruciating for both of them, wanting it to last, wanting to hear the way his name sounded on Oliver’s lips when he begged for more.
Oliver’s hard cock was trapped between them, and the friction was getting to him. The way he writhed on Liam’s cock with increasing desperateness was a tell in and of itself. Liam snapped his hips a little faster, a little harder, driving up deep into Oliver’s willing body. Oliver cried out every time Liam hit his prostate, gasping for breath.
“Want you to come just like this,” Liam growled, fucking him with a methodical relentlessness that had sweat sliding down his back and neck, stinging in the scratches Oliver had left behind. “On my cock, right where you belong.”
