That’s the unspoken end of his sentence.
“Sure.”
He huffs a little, wiggling in the sleep-warm sheets like he’s not comfortable. Then, just like he did last night, he reaches out and grabs me. Without a second’s hesitation, he drags me across the sheets and into his broad chest, pressing us together.
Only this time, it’s so abrupt that I don’t have the chance to hide my erection, so he gets a stiff fucking jab of hard dick right into his abdomen.
Tadhg makes this breathy little gasping sound that is so precious I want him to make it a million more times, and I file it away in my mind as a memory I will take to my grave.
He hesitates, then his big hands reach down to cup my ass and roll my hips toward him, rubbing my cock against his stomach. This time it’s my turn to gasp in surprise.
“You really liked it?” he asks me in a breathy whisper, continuing to squeeze my ass and keep my hips rocking fluidly against him.
“I think it’s pretty clear how much I liked it,” I whisper back, wrapping my arms around his shoulders so I can put my mouth next to his ear.
Tadhg keeps us rocking in silence for a few more minutes. I can feel him getting hard as well, his length bulging the front of his sweats and rubbing against me with every movement. Eventually, he rolls onto his back so I’m straddling him again, and I take advantage of the moment to bring our faces together and kiss him.
I don’t care about morning breath. I don’t care about anything. I feel like I could kiss him like this every day for the rest of eternity and never get sick of it.
He’s perfectly soft and pliant beneath me, responsive to my every touch, letting me fuck my tongue into his mouth and giving it back as good as he gets, all while letting out those breathy little moans and masculine grunts that are all going to be the death of me.
I can feel his body start to get tense with frustration as he seeks out more—more contact, more friction, more something.
But I swore I wouldn’t let this go too fast until I knew he was really okay.
No matter how much I’d love to roll him over right now and fuck him until he screams and cries and forgets he ever thought of me as a brother, or a weak little child, or anything other than the man turning him inside out with pleasure.
“Fuck,” he whispers when I break our lips apart for a second.
I don’t think he means anything. He’s already lust-glazed and staring at me with blown pupils, waiting for me to tell him what to do next. Like the most perfect little…
None of that.
Not yet.
I shuffle down his body until I’m sitting between his spread legs instead of straddling them. Tadhg watches me intently the whole time, trying to make my features out in the dark, so I reach over and turn on a very soft side light I have for just this purpose. It bathes him in a cool glow, and the faint shadows it casts over him only make the curves and dips of his body look even more tantalizing.
When I bring my hand to his crotch, I rub my palm from the base of his cock all the way up with gentle pressure, over the fabric, but it’s enough to make him gasp and writhe.
So needy.
Then I grab his hand and bring it down to where mine just was.
“Pull yourself out and show me how you like to be touched.”
Tadhg looks at me for a minute while the words sink in. His brow furrows, but then he seems to understand. Instead of pulling himself out, though, he pushes down his sweats and boxer-briefs in one movement, pulling up one leg at a time to get rid of them entirely and managing to do it more gracefully than he should be able to.
Then he arches his back and reaches behind him, taking hold of the collar of his t-shirt and tugging it over his head. It gets thrown to the floor in the same direction as the pants.
In barely a few seconds, he went from fully dressed to completely naked and spread out in front of me like a fucking snack. I know I’ve seen him naked plenty of times since he’s been injured, but normally with a clinical eye. Or when he’s having a meltdown.
This is the first time when there’s nothing else hovering over us, and I’m free to let my eyes rove over every inch of him, all the way down to his leaking erection.
As soon as I look at his cock, he fists it and starts to jerk himself. He doesn’t fuck around. The movement is hard and fast, and soon he’s panting, his hips jerking off the bed a little with each movement, his eyes flicking between meeting mine and looking at the tent in my own pants.
I stroke my length a few times over the fabric as well, to show him I’m in this with him. I just want to give him the chance to be in control.
“That’s it. Fuck, you look pretty. You’re like a perfect doll, made just for me. You know that, right?”
