“About?”
“Forget it.” He steps closer. “Are you going to let me in?”
I move aside like a zombie, thrilled he’s here but unable to believe it’s real.
The door closes and I turn to face Nico.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he says.
“Question?”
He steps closer, biting his bottom lip. He looks up at me, and all the air leaves my lungs.
“Did you miss me?” he whispers.
“So much.”
He presses his hands to my chest, then leans up on his toes. “Show me?”
A flip switches in my brain, and my hands are on his waist, lifting him and pressing him against the wall.
We devour each other, starved for the other. He grows hard, and I grind against him, needing to show him what he does to me.
Nico moans into my mouth, and even though I am feeling him and hearing him, I still can’t believe he’s here. I have so many questions, but all I can think about is touching him. Showing him that I missed him, just like he told me too.
Whatever he wants.
I turn, carrying him over to my bed and gently laying him on it, crawling over his body. He frantically grasps at my sweatpants, trying to tug them down while I shove his sweatshirt up. Nico stops with my pants and helps me get his clothes off. I kiss down his body, right to his cock and take him into my mouth.
He moans, his hand going into my hair. His nails scrape my scalp, fingers tugging on the strands as I take him even deeper.
“Roman…” he breathes out. “Not like this.”
He tugs harder, telling me to stop, but I manage a muffled, “Nuh-uh.”
“No,” he pleads. “I want to feel you while I come.”
That has me over him again, my mouth finding his.
“I don’t have lube,” I say.
“Pants pocket.”
I pull back, narrowing my eyes, and he smiles up at me. I crawl off him, and he lifts himself up on his elbows. I dig through his pocket and find a few packets of lube. I step toward him, but he shakes his head.
“Get naked for me,” he says. “Let me see you.”
I toss the packets onto the bed and step back, shoving my pants down.
He groans, biting his bottom lip as his eyes slowly peruse my body.
“I missed you so much,” he whispers.
I stand there, reveling in the way he looks me up and down, his gaze moving inch by inch, so slowly over my entire body. There’s something in his eyes that excites me in a way nothing else does. I could stand here all day and let him do this. I don’t feel ashamed or vulnerable. I feel seen. Appreciated. Wanted.
He crooks a finger at me, and I don’t hesitate for even a second. I’m back on him, tearing open the packets, shoving my fingers inside him, then my cock.
I fuck him eagerly, unable to control myself. He feels so good around me, but mostly I’m just happy he’s here.
