Archangel grinds against me, showing me just how thick and painful his bulge is. I palm his cock, roughly stroking him through his jeans. I can only imagine how good it looks trapped behind the fishnet.
I need to see it. All my focus turns to getting his cock out.
“Wait, you can’t just strip me here. Where’s Seaborn?” He fights me as I undo the button on his jeans.
“Out, I made sure of it. I was not taking any chances with today.”
He smiles, showing me his dimples again before his lips find my neck, and he’s shoving up my shirt, trying to get me to lift my arms, but that’s not what I need. Finally, I get his pants open and his hard-on strains against the fishnet.
I drag my teeth over my lip, groaning. “Nothing on under?”
“I figured you’d want to see how my bare ass looks in them.”
I tear my attention away from his cock, to look him in the eyes. “Did you wear these planning on seducing me?”
“I did say any time you’d like, I’d help you out.” He lifts my arms again, and this time I let him.
“I told you to think about it.”
“Why would I change my mind?” He strips my shirt off and runs his hands over my chest.
“Because you, of all people, know what I’m like.” I probably shouldn’t smile, but he knows me better than anyone else.
“And how easily you get bored.”
“I’d never get bored of your mouth.” I groan again, pressing my cock into his ass so he can feel what even the memory alone does.
I drop my head to his shoulder, watching our bodies grind together.
This is so gay.
More gay than anything else we’ve done. And it doesn’t bother me at all. Not that gay men ever did, but since I’m this fucking hard about it, I’m definitely bisexual.
I’m excited to tell Angel and almost say after I kiss him again, but then I remember how he took it at his grandfather’s. Maybe it’s best to wait until we can talk about it.
“Let me see your ass in those stockings,” I say instead.
“You have always been an ass man.” He puts his feet back on the ground and walks around me, heading for the stairs while he hooks his thumbs in the back of his jeans. Inch by inch, he pushes them down, revealing the black thread criss-crossing his perfect ass.
“Fuck.” I’m on him in a second, grabbing handfuls of him as I chase him up the stairs.
We’re both laughing, and I practically tackle him into my bed. He arches, skin meeting skin. His fingers tangle in my hairas he kisses me deeply. He roughly grinds against my pants, and I can only imagine how the fishnets would feel against my dick.
I get my pants open and half shove them off my ass, exposing my dick. I press into him, gliding us together. It’s soft and rough between his silky skin and the catch of the lace.
“I need you to fuck me.” He half-turns, reaching into the bedside drawer.
I get off the bed, stripping off the rest of my clothes. When I finish, Archangel lies on his stomach with his ankles crossed, looking at me over his shoulder. He’s everything like this. The sexiest person I’ve ever seen. Mouthwatering.
“You do not even know how fucking hot you are.” I climb in behind him, and he spreads his thighs, lifting up on his knees and exposing his perfect pink hole.
My heart nearly beats out of my chest. I grab and knead his beautiful ass, thumbs rubbing his hole. I want to take my time, but I don’t have any patience left.
I’m too desperate and addicted. I can’t get enough. “Let me have the lube.”
He hands it back, and I drizzle some over his opening and my fingers. I start slow, teasing, and brushing.
“I need you inside me.” The neediness in his voice does things to me.
