“Gonna come,” Leon whispered, eyes shut tight. “Fuck, Karl—”
“Yeah,” Karl said, speeding up his strokes, their hands moving in sync. “Come on. I want to see you.”
Leon shuddered beneath him, mouth falling open in a silent cry, and he came across Karl’s hand, chest heaving, eyes locked on Karl’s like it was too much to bear and not enough all at once.
Karl didn’t last long after that. He bit down on Leon’s shoulder to muffle himself and spilled between them, shaking, every nerve ending singing. Leon held him close, and Karl didn’t ever want him to let go.
“You know,” Leon said at last, “I was thinking we should hold off until we didn’t have to explain the sheets to Ruth.”
Karl cracked one eye open. “And yet…”
Leon turned to him with a lazy, wicked grin. “Couldn’t wait that long. Right now, I’d fuck you in a pile of pine needles.”
His sheer opendesirefor Karl was enough to have Karl wanting to do that now, forget the pack around them, forget the pups who might wander in. But he knew they couldn’t.
So he settled beside Leon, draping an arm over his waist, and told himself soon. They’d be home soon. And then, he could take his time with Leon, do all the things he wanted, feel again the sensation of that hair trailing over him as Leon kissed his body. And if he kept on thinking like that, they’dneverget to sleep.
Chapter Thirty-two
LEON
Karl was warm, tucked around Leon like he’d done it a hundred times before. And Leon wanted nothing more than for this to be in his future every morning—waking up together, skin to skin, heat curling low in his belly before his eyes even opened.
He moved slightly. Karl stirred with a low, unguarded noise that tightened every muscle in Leon’s body.
Well. That was unfair.
Leon tilted his head to press a kiss to Karl’s throat. Karl made a small, encouraging sound, his arm tightening around Leon’s waist. “Mornin’,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep.
Leon brushed his mouth across Karl’s collarbone. “Morning.” His hand slid down Karl’s stomach to find the heavy weight of his cock. “You’re already awake.”
Karl gave a low laugh that turned into a gasp. “Careful,” he murmured. “I might start thinking you want something.”
His hand drifted over the curve of Leon’s spine, to the dip just above his ass, and Leon shivered and kissed his neck, slow and lazy.
“That a yes?” Karl asked, voice low.
“That’s a shut up and keep doing that,” Leon murmured.
Karl huffed a laugh and kissed the top of his head. “You’re demanding in the mornings.”
Leon rolled until he was on top of Karl, grinding just enough to make Karl groan. “I’m a delight in the mornings. You should be thanking me.”
Karl grinned and kissed him. It was slow, messy, glorious. “Just making sure you start your day right.”
Their hands found each other without thinking, warm and familiar from the night before. They didn’t rush. It wasn’t frantic this time. Just slow, dragging touches under the covers, mouths meeting in fits and starts, hips rolling together in a delicious rhythm.
And then a voice sounded, outside but disastrously close. “Charlie!You stop right there!”
Leon breathed out through his nose and pressed his forehead to Karl’s shoulder. “Fuck.If I get interrupted mid-orgasm, I may never recover.”
Karl chuckled, and Leon felt it all the way down. “Can’t say I disagree.”
Leon moved so that he was lying beside Karl once more, though they didn’t stop touching. Slowly, they wound down, until it was no longer about coming. It was about pressing in close, sharing breath, the slow drag of fingers across ribs, hips, thighs. Wanting, without urgency. Hunger as a promise for the future.
Eventually, Karl’s hand slid up Leon’s back, fingers tracing the line of his spine. “You planning on confessing to Ruth about the bedding, or am I the sacrificial lamb?”
Leon snorted against his chest. “She likes you more. And I have to protect my reputation.”
