“Don’t you have to go to work?”
“It’s six a.m. I don’t get into my office until ten, most days. Even with you, I’m not gonna last four hours.”
Seth chuckled. He wouldn’t have lasted four hours, either.Especiallywith Oz.
He rocked his hips back against Oz’s hand, focusing on the way a single finger felt inside him, the comfortable, easy stretch, not quite fullness, but the feeling that there wassomethingthere. It wasn’t often that he paused like this, so the experience was practically new.
“Feels good,” Seth said aloud, wriggling a little in Oz’s hold. He didn’t want to make him wait too long, but he did want to savor this.
It wasn’t their absolute first time, but it wasafirst time. The first time they’d done this knowing it wasn’t a casual thing anymore.
Seth had been starting to think he was incapable of love before he met Oz, but he was glad Oz had proved him wrong.
He bit his lip as Oz touched him with a second finger, brushing against the sensitized skin where their bodies were joined together. Not trying to push it inside, but just barely making contact.
Teasing.
Oz was allowed to tease, Seth decided. He had boyfriend privileges.
“You’re my boyfriend now,” Seth said.
Oz chuckled. “I notice that wasn’t a question.”
“You don’t have a choice,” Seth responded. “Finders keepers.”
“Glad you found me, then.” Oz kissed his way along the side of Seth’s neck, raising goosebumps all over his skin.
“Me too.” Seth pushed back against Oz’s finger. He’d said he wanted it slow, but he’d almost had enough of slow now. He wanted Oz’s cock inside him. He wanted to feel loved and needed and cherished, like Oz had always made him feel.
Even the first time, when Oz had paused to enjoy the moment. Seth had never forgotten that. He should have known then that he’d fall for him.
“You done with slow?” Oz asked, as though he’d read Seth’s mind. More likely, he’d felt the way Seth was rocking his hips, pushing back against him, silently begging for more.
“Yes. Don’t laugh at me,” Seth responded.
Oz immediately laughed, but Seth couldn’t quite bring himself to be mad about it. Not when he pressed a second finger inside, sending white-hot sparks of pleasure directly to Seth’s gut.
Seth groaned lowly, knowing now that he shouldn’t have kidded himself into thinking he’d want to take it slow. This was an important moment, but that didn’t mean either of them were going to change for it.
Which was fine. They didn’t need to change. They already fit together perfectly.
“Thank you,” Seth panted, arousal leaving him gasping for air.
“Anytime,” Oz said, laughter still in his voice. “You’re beautiful,” he added, lower and deeper, his voice tapering off to a rumble that Seth could feel vibrating through his entire body.
He was so excited to see what Oz was like when he didn’t feel like he needed to hold anything back. The feeling curled in his gut, a tight ball of anticipation. Every touch of Oz’s fingers, every breath ghosting over his skin made him tingle.
“I love you,” Seth said, now that he was allowed to say it. He didn’t have to be afraid anymore. He was allowed to love Oz, and no one was going to stop him.
Oz was worth walking away from his life. More than that, Oz had given him the courage to do it. Seth didn’t have to be unhappy anymore. He was free.
He closed his eyes again to concentrate on Oz stretching him, little shocks of pleasure making his hips jerk every now and again. Seth reached down to grab his own cock, giving it a few quick tugs to sate some of his need, just enough to get through this.
Oz nudged his hand out of the way, curling his own fingers around Seth’s cock instead right as he shoved a third finger inside him, gentleness starting to give way to urgency. Not that Oz would hurt him—not that he ever had—but he got a little rougher when Seth was almost ready, as eager to get his cock into Seth as Seth was for Oz to be inside him.
Seth wasn’t ever going to complain about Oz’s eagerness. He hoped Oz wanted to fuck him just like this when they were ninety.
“I love your hands,” Seth continued.
