He takes a deep breath. “I’m scared about tomorrow. Terrified to say it all out loud. And right now, all I want is you. You make everything seem possible.” His eyes lock onto mine with a burning intensity. “I want you close,” he says earnestly. “I don’t want to think about tomorrow for a while. I just want to feel…us.” He swallows roughly. “Remind me we’re real. Show me you’re still mine.”
The feeling in my chest is overwhelming. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so much for one person. I kiss him firmly, tongue seeking entry as I pour everything I feel into it. When we break apart, I hold his face and press my lips to the scar on his cheek. “You fuckingownme, Gabe. I will always be yours.”
He lets out a shuddering breath as he brings a hand to the back of my neck and drags my mouth back to his. I lick into his mouth until he’s making those whimpering, broken sounds that go straight to my cock.
When my hand starts to drift lower, he catches my wrist.
I freeze immediately. “Too much?”
He shakes his head. Eyes dark, but that mossy ring bright around them. “No,” he says huskily. “Just… I want to do it.”
“Fuck,” I breathe. “Yeah, baby. You can do whatever you want to me.”
He bites his lip, then shifts under me, rolling his hips up so our cocks slide together. The friction punches a groan out of me.
He kisses me again, harder this time. There’s no hesitation in it now. His tongue strokes mine like he’s claiming me, hand sliding down my back, dragging me in until our chests are crushed together and there’s barely any air between us.
Then he shifts his hands lower, one over the curve of my ass, the other wedged between us. His hand closes around both of us as he squeezes my ass with the other, fingers dipping into my crease.
I pant against his mouth. “Fuck, Gabe.”
His eyes light up when he hears the noises I make for him.
He starts to move his hand—slow at first, drawing us along his palm. Precum makes us glide together with each lazy drag that has my hips jerking without permission. I brace one hand on the back of the sofa, the other in his hair.
“Baby,” I rasp. “Feel how hard you make me?”
His eyes flicker, dark and hungry. “Yeah,” he whispers, fingers dipping into my crease again. “Just for me?”
“Only for you,” I say without hesitation.
My words make him bolder, and he tightens his grip as the tip of one finger traces my rim. The dual sensation is unbelievable, and suddenly every pump has sparks shooting up my spine.
His eyes are glued to my face, cataloging every reaction. His thumb drags over the head of my cock, and I buck hard with a deep moan.
“I love the sounds you make, Noah.” His blush deepens as he says it, but he holds eye contact.
His wrist flexes, pace picking up, drawing a low, helpless sound out of me.
“Baby,” I groan. “You’re—fuck, I love when you take control.”
Something in his expression goes molten at that. “You like it?” he asks, eyes searching my face. “Me… leading things?”
“Gabe,” I manage, barely. “I fuckingloveit. You could tell me to sit still and take it, and I’d say thank you, and probably beg for more.”
He lets out a laugh that dissolves into a soft moan when I roll my hips, meeting the movement of his hand. His finger is still massaging my rim, making me whimper.Fucking whimper. I need this man’s touch like I need air.
The sofa creaks beneath us. The TV is still on, casting shifting colors over his bare chest, his flushed throat. His hand works us confidently now. Every slide is getting slicker, precum leaking from us both. My muscles tremble with the effort of not just letting go immediately.
“Look at me,” he demands suddenly, voice rougher than I’ve ever heard it.
I obey instantly. He takes his hand off my ass and brings his middle finger to his mouth, his cheeks hollow as he sucks it, making my hips twitch harder against his hold. The sight is so fucking erotic I almost combust.
“Gabe.” His name is a plea. He brings that finger back to my hole and starts massaging again. My thighs are burning, my stomach tightening. The anticipation is killing me.
“Baby,please,” I beg shamelessly.
His mouth drops open as he eases his finger into me, and the sound I make is unhinged. My hands find his hair, foreheads connecting as we share the same air.
