Grant’s brain was still catching up with that, torn between trying to figure out how he’d gotten so lucky and enjoying every touch Sunny bestowed on him.
If he thought too hard about it, he was afraid his heart might explode. He’d never had this before. Nothing that even compared, not really.
He wanted Sunny so much that he was ready to beg him to marry him here and now, except he knew that’d kind of ruin the mood.
Sunny might want sex, but he wouldn’t want to be tied to an older man forever. No matter how much Grant might want it.
“You gonna do something with the lube on your fingers, or are you just waiting to see how long it takes to melt?” Sunny asked, shifting his weight on Grant’s lap, spreading his legs further apart.
Grant’s eyes went to Sunny’s cock again, straining up toward his stomach, gently curved, as perfect as the rest of him.
He spent a moment figuring out how he was going to get his hand where it needed to be, and then lifted Sunny’s balls out of the way with the other one so he could slide his fingers under Sunny’s body, support him with his forearm.
Sunny bit his lip as Grant circled his hole, the delicate skin silky-soft under his fingertips. A drop of precome rolled down the length of his cock, dripping onto Grant’s wrist as he hesitated, teasing while he worked up the courage to shove a finger inside.
He couldn’t hurt Sunny. He didn’t care what else happened here, as long as he didn’t hurt him.
“I won’t break,” Sunny said, as though he’d read Grant’s mind.
Grant glanced up at him, surprised.
“You seem nervous. I’m just saying, you’re not gonna hurt me with a couple of fingers. You should see some of my toys,” he said, rocking his hips into Grant’s hand. Tiny circles, barely enough movement for Grant to feel it, but right now, it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him.
Sunny wasneedyover this, and if Grant held back any longer, he’d graduate to desperate.
Arousal glowed in the pit of Grant’s stomach like a hot coal, flaring up as he realized just how much Sunny wanted him. How his cock was leaking, his hips rocking of their own accord, all because Grant was touching him.
That washot. There was no other word for it.
“I’d like to,” Grant admitted, his face getting hot as he blushed at the thought. “Some time.”
Sunny smirked. “Depends on your performance here,” he murmured, spreading his legs wider. “I don’t take justanyonehome.”
Grant wet his lips. They weren’t at home, and that was why this was happening, wasn’t it? They weren’t themselves while they were here. Anything was allowed.
It was okay to want Sunny. That was the thing he needed to convince himself of, and Sunny had just given him a way. As always, Sunny had managed to lift a weight off Grant’s shoulders without needing to be asked.
Sunny’s mouth fell open as Grant shoved a fingertip inside him, a surge of courage giving him the push he needed to do it.
Sunny was so warm, and tight, and exactly as Grant had imagined, but better. This already felt better than the last time he’d done it, so much better that it barely seemed the same.
Last time, it’d been borderline anonymous sex with someone he’d picked up.
This time, it was with someone who made him smile ten times a day. Someone who made his stomach flutter.
Someone he…
Well. He could think about how he felt about Sunny later, when he didn’t have a finger shoved up his ass.
“You’re getting the hang of this,” Sunny murmured, his tone warm. Encouraging, even. More caring than Grant had ever experienced before, in any case. “I’m so proud.”
“I havesometricks up my sleeve,” Grant said, though he couldn’t help blushing at the compliment. He wanted Sunny to enjoy this.
More than anything, because he wanted Sunny to come back for more. Right now, it was all he could think of. How much he wanted Sunny, how good it felt to touch him like this.
“You don’t need to be delicate with me,” Sunny said. “I think I already covered that, but you look like you need a reminder.”
Grant wet his lips. “Tell me what you want?”
