Still holding him in place with one hand, Oscar trailed the other down Ryan’s chest, pausing to thumb one of his nipples until it peaked under his touch, smirking to himself at the needy gasp he got in exchange. He laughed as his hand slid down past it, tickling the soft skin of Ryan’s stomach and then, without giving him the chance to prepare, gripping his cock firmly.
Ryan’s breath hitched, a desperate little hiccup that told Oscar he was on the right track. What Ryan wanted was to bewanted. He needed someone to desire him and not be afraid to show it.
So that was what he was getting.
Confident that Ryan would keep kissing him, Oscar let his other hand fall away from his jaw, skimming it along Ryan’s side, pausing to press his fingers into the bruise that was blooming there. Any guilt he might have felt over leaving it dissolved completely as Ryan moaned against his mouth, pain heightening pleasure.
Oscar hummed as he felt out the shape of Ryan’s gorgeous, thick cock, a pang of regret that he wasn’t going to get the chance to have it inside him hitting him as he thumbed the head, spreading precome down the shaft to ease the friction. He moved his hand away from Ryan’s side, grabbing a handful of his ass to pull him forward, drawing their hips together.
The angle was a little awkward, but nothing was going to stop him from wrapping his hand around both of their cocks, bringing them together and moaning softly at the heat of Ryan’s against his own. No matter how often he did it, Oscar knew he’d never get tired of the feel of another man’s cock against his, the brain-melting touch of velvet-soft skin.
There was something so intensely intimate about it that he couldn’t resist. Maybe that washisdark secret. He’d take an enthusiastic handjob over just about anything else with a partner he really liked.
It was early days, and he knew it’d all be over when they went home later, but he liked Ryan.
“You’re incredible,” Oscar murmured against Ryan’s lips, wanting to give him this. To give him the affection and desire he so clearly needed.
“You too,” Ryan responded breathlessly, his grip on Oscar’s hips tightening. He leaned his weight against Oscar, pushing him into the cool tiles behind them, rocking his hips into Oscar’s hand, the electric shock of their cocks sliding against each other making the base of Oscar’s skull tingle with pleasure.
He could have done this all day.
The pressure of an orgasm built in the pit of his stomach, hot and tight and urgent. Much as he would have liked to run his hands all over a wet, willing Ryan for hours, there was no way he was going to last that long, and even if hecould,they were expected downstairs soon.
Thankfully, the speed of Ryan’s breathing and the way he was starting to jerk his hips told Oscar that he was close, too. That it wouldn’t take much more to tip him over the edge, hear the hitch in his breath as he came, feel the heat of it flowing over his fingers.
The thought alone sent another surge of need to Oscar’s gut, his grip on Ryan’s ass tightening, fingers digging deep into the muscle, pulling him as close as they could get. He caught Ryan’s lips again, pushing his tongue past them to fuck his mouth with it, a promise of things they didn’t have time for right now.
If he had the chance, Oscar could havewreckedRyan, and some part of him was starting to hope that he’d get it. That maybe, even when they were back home and Ryan had his answers, he’d want this again. Oscar wanted to see him sweating, panting, and completely spent, the world spinning around his head as he came down from the orgasm of his life.
Picturing Ryan spread out in bed, back arching, throat bared, absolutely losing himself in pleasure and want and need made Oscar moan, the first hot rush of his orgasm flooding his belly. Fuck, Ryan washot. This wasn’t enough. Not yet.
“Come for me,” he gritted out, his grip on the two of them tightening hard, squeezing them together, too much and not enough all at the same time.
Ryan’s hips jerked once, twice, and then he was coming, a hot spurt of fluid spilling over Oscar’s hand as he followed him right over the edge, molten pleasure gripping his insides for three heartbeats. His head pounded with the force of it, his teeth digging deep into his lip to stop himself from shouting as he finished all over both of them, pleasure rolling through him in waves and making his skin tingle. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back with a thud and squirming as the last of the aftershocks rippled through him, right on the edge of painful.
Oscar gasped for breath as his orgasm wrung him out and left him exhausted, slumping against the shower wall behind him. The sound of running water and harsh panting filled the room for long moments, Ryan barely holding himself up against the wall one-handed, the other hand still settled on Oscar’s hip.
Before Oscar was done recovering, he felt Ryan’s lips press against him, hot and insistent. The kiss was short, and sweet enough to make Oscar’s heart flutter in his chest.
A lover’s kiss. Not the way he would have kissed a quick hookup.
Of course, Ryan probably didn’t know any different. It wasn’t something he was doing on purpose, it was just the only thing he knew to do. Probably.
Almost certainly. He could do a whole lot better than a scruffy charity worker whose idea of fun was almost getting eaten by large aquatic predators.
Not that he’d ever been in any real danger, but Ryan’s concern had been cute. Anddefinitelyworth rewarding.
“Not bad,” Oscar teased once he caught his breath, letting both of his hands rest lightly on Ryan’s chest. “Not bad atall.”
Ryan only hummed, which told Oscar everything he needed to know about how much he liked it. He was still recovering.
“Good thing we’re still in the shower,” he added after a moment, pushing away, but not making any attempt to dislodge Oscar. Instead, he reached down and covered one of Oscar's hands with his own, holding it in place. After a moment, he started stroking Oscar's knuckles with his thumb.
The gesture was so full of affection that Oscar wasn't sure what to do with it, other than seal it away in his heart and keep it forever.
Affectionwas a different thing than lust. Even than the strange, easy intimacy that had sprung up between them. Affection was rare and precious and there was no such thing as too much of it.
“Mm,” Oscar hummed in agreement. “I like to think of myself as an adventurous man, but I’d rather not go back downstairs smelling of sex.”
