Drake walked backward, trusting me to step with him; we didn’t break our hungry kiss for a single moment, our bodies moving in time. One sway brought both our hard dicks into contact and we hissed at the same time, his voice sinking into a deep groan when I grabbed hold of both of us in the same fist.
He hesitated at the foot of the bed, so close his calves must have been pressed against it, and looked down to watch me pump my hand up and down along both of our lengths. He threw his head back to groan only to tilt it down again, his eyes searching greedily for more. He was clean-shaven where I kept my hair trimmed short, his dick maybe just a little thicker where mine was maybe a darker shade.
“Fuck, Raf…” he murmured, and I decided Ididlike his nickname for me, after all.
I liked it very much.
His hand joined mine until we were both enclosed on all sides, and we started to move in tandem. The delicious friction sent sparks of electricity to my spine with each stroke, and it wasn’t enough, wasn’t even close. I sought his mouth again, our heads almost butting for a second as he had the same idea, and then we were nipping at one another’s lips. He was driving me to the brink of madness; I was intoxicated. A tattoo in characters I didn’t recognize grazed the side of his right bicep and I traced my hand over it, feeling the slightly raised lines under the pads of my fingers.
His other hand moved around to my ass, finding a whole cheek to cup and squeezing, and I raised my hand to skim over his nipples, down and up over his chest and back again. He closed his eyes and shook his head.
“You don’t like it?” I asked because I wanted him to like it.
“Too much,” he said. “I like it too much. I don’t know how much longer I can take it.”
I looked down and smeared my finger over the top of his leaking tip, using his precum to slick up my hand for a better sensation. “You’re close already?” I asked.
“Not that,” he said through gritted teeth. “I don’t know how much longer I can take it before I have to drive your ass through this bed.”
A shudder went through me. “Why are you waiting?”
Drake growled and glanced over his shoulder, and I knew what he was going to do before he did it. I was prepared when he dropped backward, landing us both on the bed, and I caughtmyself on my arms to avoid flattening him. Not that I was so much heavier, but it avoided any winces and allowed the kisses to continue without interruption.
Stretched out along the length of him, now, I was startled by how easy it was to just fall into him. His arms encircled my waist and held me against him, one of his hands kneading my ass cheek again. I nuzzled against his neck, sliding one of my legs up so that my knee was up near his hip, giving me better purchase to rub against him. He hissed and bucked against me, and within a moment I found myself lying on my back on the soft covers of the bed.
The light was kinder on my eyes now. I saw him above me, his body long and lean over mine. His arms stretched out on either side of my head. I turned to look at his right hand, traced the marks of scars from knives and burns and boiling water. Just like mine.
We were the same, in so many ways. We were even candidates for the same job, and so closely matched that Grey hadn’t been able to choose between us. He’d had to pit us against each other in some stupid contest.
More than two months, we’d known each other, and we hadn’t yet done this. What a waste of time that could have been prevented.
Beneath it all, I could see us now. Both of us. Chefs with dedication to the kitchen. Sharp tongues. Scars and burns. Nothing else in our lives. But now this. We were the same, and it had taken me so long to see it because of the things that had built a wall between us.
That wall was gone, now.
Drake worked me with his fingers first, slow and careful but so heated it was a wonder I wasn’t burned. He took me into hismouth as he spread me open wider and wider, readying me for what came next. The heat of him, the scrape of his tongue, the press of his lips was irresistible.
“I’m…” I gasped, finding myself unable to form proper words. “I’m – in your – Drake –”
He broke contact for only a moment. “Cum in my mouth, Raf,” he ordered me, and he barely had his lips wrapped around me again before I did as he commanded, shouting and bucking my hips and emptying my load down his throat.
“Fuck,” I gasped, and he gave a throaty laugh in response.
“Yeah,” he said. “That’s what’s next. You need a minute?”
I shook my head no. I didn’t want a minute. I didn’t want a second. I didn’t want any more time at all between him and me.
Any other time, any other man, I would have wanted that rest. The chance to catch my breath and be ready for another round. But I wanted him in me already, endlessly, now and later and without pause. Even if I wasn’t ready again yet.
He withdrew his fingers from inside me and I whimpered, feeling their absence already. A new slick of lube against my hole and then I felt something much larger lined up against it, testing and teasing me. I shifted my hips down the bed, pressing against him, and he muttered a rough curse before easing into me.
I saw stars as he bottomed out. He hesitated and seemed to struggle for a second like he was so overcome with the sensation that he couldn’t even exist in the same place as it anymore. He put my legs up against the length of his torso, my ankles at his shoulders, and the heat of his whole body pressed against me had me pushing down to feel it even more.
“Fuck, Raf,” he breathed. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”
I couldn’t trust myself to reply. The only thing that was ready to come out of my mouth right now was a strangled cry, wordless and meaningless.
The feel of him filling me so completely had me getting hard again, and all of this was so perfectly right I couldn’t imagine why we had waited so long to try it.
