He laughs when I tug him into my arms. When his smiling mouth takes mine, a heady rush sweeps through my body. I part our lips so our tongues can tangle, moaning into his mouth at the taste of him. He shifts his hips against mine, his stiffening cock rubbing against my hip.
“Come upstairs?” Soren offers, his voice breathy and low.
My heart swoops. “What’s upstairs?”
“Me. You. Naked, if you want.”
Gods, I thought he’d never ask. Kissing him, touching him—it’s not enough. I need him close, all barriers between our bodies cast aside. “Lead the way.”
He grabs his keys. “My granddad is probably asleep by now, but we should still be quiet.”
I press myself against his back, desperate for closeness. I rock against his ass, sucking a kiss into the nape of his neck. “No promises. Will he be angry if he sees us together?”
“That’s his problem,” Soren says, taking my hand and leading me inside. “I couldn’t care less what he thinks of you. We’re together, and if he doesn’t like it, too bad.” His fierce defense of our relationship only makes me love him more.
Once we’re inside his quiet, dimly lit apartment, Soren leads me to his bedroom. His grandfather isn’t anywhere in sight, and I can detect faint snoring from the room down the hall from Soren’s. “Asleep,” I confirm.
“Thank fuck.” Soren shoves my chest, pushing me back against the door.
He takes my mouth in a demanding kiss, teeth nipping my lips until they’re hot and tingling. I open for him, and our tongues tangle until my lungs burn for air. Wepart, gasping, and make quick work of our clothes. Coats, sweaters, jeans, and boots pile at our feet.
Soren leans in for another kiss, but my hand on his chest stops him. “Hold a moment.” My throat thickens unexpectedly. “I want to look at you.”
Soren’s mouth quirks. “Be my guest.” He steps back until he’s at arm’s length but holds my hands so we’re still touching.
It’s been years since we were naked together. The Soren I grew up with had a body fit for battle. He’s different now, his stomach soft where it was once hard, his chest and arms once thick and strong. The way he looks suits the man he is now. Familiar yet different. Once that caused me worry, but now that fear has disappeared. After all these years, we’re together again.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, closing the distance between us. I wrap my arms around him and tuck my face into the curve of his neck, breathing in his scent. It’s never changed, even when so much else has. Nothing could change the fact that we were meant for each other.
“I’ve missed you.” The words are a choked confession as I squeeze him, rubbing my hands up and down his back.
He’s here. He’s in my arms. After all this time. I never want to lose him again.
Soren holds me tight, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “It’s weird but… so did I. For so long, something was missing from my life and I think—I think itwas you.”
His words warm my heart. His soul yearned for mine, even if his mind couldn’t remember why.
He’s still mine, my mate, in every way that counts.
When our lips collide this time, the rough desperation has mellowed into something else. Soren kisses me deeply, slowly, like we have all night, all of our lives, to do nothing else.
So much has changed as we’ve grown from boys to men, lovers to strangers, but we’ve found our way back to each other. This time I’m never letting him go. Not again.
The mattress creaks beneath us as we fall into bed, the sheets soft and cool. Soren kneels between my thighs, eyes dark as he looks me over from head to toe. From the hunger in his eyes, it feels like I’m a feast ripe for devouring.
Inch by inch, he kisses his way down my body. His lips burn like a flame against my skin, and although all we’ve done is kiss, my cock is so hard it aches. It’s been too long. I’ve wanted him, needed him, with such desperation.
“Wanna suck you,” Soren says, kissing my hip. “Let me?”
I bite my lip so I don’t beg for just that. “Do whatever you want, love. I’m yours.”
The first swipe of his tongue over my sensitive skin has me arching off the bed with a soundless groan. I grab at the sheets, bunching them in my fists. When he sucks on my crown, I see bloody stars. Gods, I thought I rememberedhow good his mouth felt around me. Nothing compares to having him in bed with me again.
Soren worships every inch of me, sucking me deep into the perfect heat of his throat. Every swipe of his tongue has me writhing. I try to stave off my release, but it’s a fight I’m losing. He makes me feel too good, and it’s been too long since I’ve lain with him.
“Close.” I gasp out the word as my balls tighten. I don’t want this to end. “Come here.” Soren pulls off my cock, leaving me wet and throbbing for release. Grabbing his arms, I haul him up my body until he’s resting atop me. “Want you close. Just like this.”
When we kiss, I taste myself on his tongue. I buck against him, making us both groan as our cocks rub together.
