“Got you where I want you now,” he said, reaching out to tuck a lock of Mike’s hair behind his ear. It was alittletoo long, but he liked it like that.
Not least of all because it meant he’d have something to hold onto if he needed it.
“Yeah?” Mike asked, looking up at him with dark eyes, his body clearly into this even if his mind wasn’t entirely sold. Like Ezra had said, nervousness was fine. The trick was getting Mike over the nervousness so they could have some fun.
“Oh yeah,” Ezra murmured. “This isdefinitelythe right light for you.”
Mike smiled a small, shy smile that told Ezra he’d said exactly the right thing. Unable to resist, Ezra surged forward to catch his lips again, a happy sigh escaping them as their mouths crashed together, another wave of arousal rolling through the pit of his stomach.
“You’re so pretty,” he said, since Mike deserved to hear that. He deserved to feel special, and wanted, and like this wasn’t a chore atallfor Ezra. Because aside from anything else, it really wasn’t. “You have the nicest smile I’ve ever seen,” he added, reaching out to trace the shape of Mike’s lips with his fingertip.
Mike’s mouth fell open, his breath coming a little faster as Ezra touched him gently. Ezra wasn’t clear on whether anyone had ever treated him right, but he planned on making surehedid. If he was only getting one shot at this, it had to count.
With a surge of confidence, Ezra slid one hand down from Mike’s shoulder to the hem of his sweater again, playing with the edge like he had before. When Mike didn’t object or tense up, he slipped his fingers under it, searching for the waistband of Mike’s jeans. He grinned as he found it, ghosting the tips of his fingers over the sensitive skin there.
Mike shivered in response, a soft gasp escaping him.
“Like that?” Ezra asked, his attention turning back to Mike’s lips. How often could he kiss him before he gave himself away? How long would it take for Mike to realize that he’d desperately wanted this years ago, that this was something Ezra had thought about a hundred times before?
Mike nodded. Ezra could still feel nervousness rolling off him, but it was starting to ease off. His tense muscles were relaxing, he was taking slower, deeper breaths.
Forgetting his worries about kissing Mike too often, Ezra leaned in again, catching Mike’s bottom lip between his teeth this time and just barely nipping at it, shuffling closer so their bodies were pressed up against each other.
Finally, Mike’s hand slid up his thigh. To Ezra’s surprise, it kept going until Mike had a firm one-handed grip on his ass, pulling him in closer still, his hips rocking up into Ezra’s. A moan rumbled in the back of Ezra’s throat as he felt the first brush of Mike’s half-hard cock against him, hot even through his jeans.
This was so much better in real life than anything he’d imagined.
“Youdolike that,” Ezra teased, pressing soft kisses against Mike’s lips as he started to rock his hips in time, the mattress squeaking under them as they fell into a rhythm. He trailed the fingers teasing the skin at Mike’s hip around to the front, brushing his thumb over the buckle of his belt.
“No pressure,” he murmured, leaning in to whisper in Mike’s ear. “But I’dreallylike to wrap my fingers around your cock right about now. You think I could do that?”
Mike nodded again, more eagerly this time, his face heating up beside Ezra’s cheek. He was definitely into this, and he just needed alittlemore encouragement to really come out of his shell.
The belt buckle came open easily, giving Ezra access to the top button of Mike’s jeans. He toyed with it, looking up to meet Mike’s eyes, watching them darken as his pretty pink tongue dart out to wet his lips.
A gasp escaped Mike as Ezra finally flicked the button open, his breaths speeding up again. Ezra smirked, pulling the zip down as slowly as he could make himself, holding Mike’s gaze the entire time.
“Did you think about this?” Ezra asked. “Before you came here?”
Mike’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his lips parting as he started to pant softly. Finding all of his buttons was going to be one hell of a ride, but talking seemed to be the first one.
“Yeah,” he said, voice already strained. “Yeah, I… I thought about it.”
A grin spread across Ezra’s face, so broad it made his cheeks hurt. The thought of Mike maybe lying in his room last night, unsure and uncomfortable butneedy, thinking about how things might’ve gone if he hadn’t walked away was definitely working for him. Ezra had buttons of his own, and being wanted was a big one.
“So what happens next? Since you’re the one who’s thought about this,” Ezra said, as though he hadn’t thought about it a hundred times. Mike didn’t need to know that just yet. They could get to confessions later.
Mike wet his lips again. “You, uh. You…”
“Take your time,” Ezra said, tracing the waistband of Mike's underwear.
“You show me how hard you are for me,” Mike murmured, blushing even harder than before.
Ezra’s heart clenched at Mike’s soft tone, the way he seemed so uncertain. It was so impossibly sweet that he wanted to be sure thatEzrawas into this. That it was practically the first thing he thought of, even in the privacy of his own mind.
Just for that, Ezra leaned in and pecked him on the lips, keeping the kiss as soft and sweet as the sentiment was. “You wanna see?”
“Yeah,” Mike whispered, barely audible, and Ezra could still feel how hot his cheeks were, but he couldalsofeel the heat radiating from lower down, too. Mike was unsure, but hewasenjoying this. Or at least, his cock was.
