Damian didn’t need to ask anything, he knew. A small smile creeping to his lips. “Ok…”
“I will be gentle…”
“I know. I trust you. Don’t stress.”
“I’m not stressed…” His voice wobbled a bit, but his hand went to Damian’s face, and he pulled him into a soft kiss, feeling him breathe deeper.
Teasing with his tongue, his lips, and teeth, until Damian reached for him and pulled him close. Lost in each other in that raging storm, the scent of rain and mud thick in the air.
Gabe panted. “Turn face down.”
Damian obeyed, a slight shiver running down his skin when Gabe’s fingers traced his spine.
He felt Gabe straddle his thighs, felt his hair graze his neck as he leant down close to his ear. “Still ok?” Damian nodded, relaxing into their bed. Somehow, his stress was gone, slightly curious if Gabe would go all the way. Mildly amused, too, as he felt his slick fingers push inside of him. Gabe pushed his legs apart a bit. “Still ok?” Moving his fingers in and out, stretching him, listening to his soft moans.
“Yeah…”
“Ok…” He lapped at Damian’s waist, planting kisses on his ass cheeks, his hips as he kept fucking him. Adding a third finger and Damian stiffened, so he slowed a bit. “Still fine?”
“Yeah…” Moaning softly as Gabe picked up the pace.
“You’re doing great…”
Damian just moaned, resting his head on his arms, the familiar tremors rushing down his body. Panting a bit when Gabe stopped, slowly withdrawing his fingers.
His body hovering over his back. “All fine?”
“Yes…” He turned to Gabe’s kiss, letting him invade his mouth as he felt him push against him. Lingering, just a slight push first. He breathed into the kiss, feeling Gabe breach inside. That burning stretch almost unbearable for a few seconds.
He jerked a bit, but Gabe held him tight, his arm around his chest. “Almost…” Pushing harder, he slid in, almost losing it, his emotions toiling. Pushing a bit deeper.
Damian moaned, almost a mewl, clutching at Gabe’s hand. “Ah… fuck!” Feeling Gabe tremble on his back, waiting. Damian rocked back gently, searching his mouth, feeling his tongue.
Gabe thrusted softly, buried deep, letting him get used to the feeling, panting in his neck as his teeth roamed his shoulder and back. Soft kisses and small bites.
“Jesus…” Heaving, Damian got lost in Gabe’s rhythm, his mouth, that peculiar warm glow in him that Gabe was in charge, something new, as the last bastion of his selfishness crumbled to dust. In that moment of vulnerability, he gave Gabe what he had never given to anybody. Control over him. He let go, going a bit slack in his arms, under his thrusts. An unknown pleasure rippling like tide. His breath hitched, tears rushing into his eyes, the feeling overwhelming as Gabe sped up, hitting just the right spot over and over again, until he whispered in his ear.
“I’m going to come…” Moaning, licking his ears. “Come with me…?”
Damian held his arm, his lips trembling, feeling him speed up as his own pleasure built. He lost it before Gabe, mewling, soft cries as Gabe lost it too, filling him. Feeling Damian rock under him, his body wrecked by silent sobs.
He pulled out, alarmed, and lay next to him. “Hey! I hurt you?”
Damian just shook his head, but a dam had broken, and he couldn’t stop crying, so he curled up in Gabe’s arms, letting him hold him on his drenched chest. Plant soft kisses on his soaked hair.
Gabe whispered after a while. “You were amazing…”
Damian wiped at his tears and turned his head to him. “No, it was you… thank you.”
Gabe smiled, smoothing his hair back. “We should have done it earlier…”
“We have all the time in the world…”
Kissing softly, they fell asleep to the soothing shush of the pouring rain.
Days, weeks, months. Carved into that new tree. Two whole rows. Two years rolling by.
Sitting near the fire one warm night, just watching the flames. That ink night around them, moonless. Shadows stirring between the trees at the edge of the light. Gabe watched Damian stiffen, his eyes piercing that darkness. Watching that muscled body shift into a crouching position, silent, all his muscles taut. He reached for his spear, and Gabe knew better than to talk, even holding his breath a bit. He could not see or hear what Damian could, something in the dark, and his heart pounded, even if he knew after all these years that they were safe. Watching Damian crawl forward like an animal, a predator, almost on all fours. Darting into the jungle, silent, he had disappeared in a flash. Gabe blew a soft breath, watching the jungle, waiting.
