Mike missed the warmth, but he followed the order, shimmying out of pants and underwear without a moment’s pause, pulling his socks off as he flung the whole bundle off to the side of the bed, not caring where they ended up.
Ezra came back once he’d made himself comfortable, climbing on top of his hips, completely naked now and brandishing a tube of lubricant and a condom wrapper.
Mike stared at him for long moments, taking in everything about his body, from the long, elegant line of his neck to the furrows at his hips. His eyes travelled south, pausing on Ezra’s cock again—hard and curving up toward his stomach, the head dark with blood and glistening with just alittleprecome, proof positive that he was excited about this.
“Starting to get the impression that you like dicks,” Ezra murmured, smirking. “Second thoughts?”
Mike shook his head.
No, if anything, he was even surer now, with Ezra’s warm skin pressed against him.
“Good,” Ezra smiled. “You’re gonna love this, trust me.”
“I do,” Mike said, his voice soft. It was easy to trust Ezra.
Ezra grinned briefly, then surged forward and caught Mike’s lips, pinning his shoulders to the mattress with both hands. He rocked their hips together, hard cocks skimming over one another, the friction too much and not enough at the same time. It was still new and strange, but that didn’t stop Mike reaching out to put his hands on Ezra’s hips, pull him closer, jerk up formore, the head of his cock catching on the soft skin of Ezra’s belly and making him moan.
“Love the sounds you make,” Ezra murmured against his lips, fingers trailing down from his shoulder over his ribs, making him squirm as the light touch tickled. Mike didn’t bother to hold back a giggle, his eyes fixed on Ezra’s, the deep blue of his eyes now only a thin ring around his blown pupil.
Ezra was turned on. Byhim.
In a million years, Mike would never have expected that. He still hardly believed it.
“I’m gonna climb off you,” Ezra murmured. “And then you’re gonna roll over onto your front, okay?”
Mike nodded, his stomach clenching at the thought, excitement and nerves twisting together. He more than trusted Ezra with this, but it was still a big deal. Stillnew.
As promised, Ezra got off him and gave him space to roll over. Mike hissed as his cock brushed against the sheets under him, already oversensitive from thethoughtof what this was going to be like.
“Okay?” Ezra asked, bending down to meet Mike’s eyes as he turned his head to the side.
“Okay,” Mike responded, because hewasokay. He wanted Ezra to touch him. More thananythingright now, he wanted Ezra’s hands on him, wherever Ezra wanted to put them.
Ezra smiled, and a swarm of butterflies exploded in Mike’s stomach. He couldn’t have stopped himself from smiling back even if he’d wanted to.
Yeah. This wasgood. This was what he wanted.
After a moment, Ezra leaned over him again, one knee either side of Mike’s thigh, his hands falling on top of Mike’s shoulders, palms pressed flat against his skin.
“You’re beautiful,” Ezra said. “I don’t think you hear that often enough.”
Mike snorted, but Ezra was right—it was a surprise to hear it, one that made a rush of arousal pool under his navel, his cheeks heating as he blushed over the thought.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep saying it until you know,” he murmured, bending down, his breath ghosting over the back of Mike’s neck by the time he reached the end of the sentence.
The press of Ezra’s lips against his too-hot skin made Mike gasp, his hips jerking against the bed.Damn. He could feel Ezra smiling against him, mouth against the back of his neck, as though this was the best thing he’d ever done.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” Ezra murmured. “You’re sohot,” he added, punctuating the word with a slow roll of his hips, his cock brushing the cleft of Mike’s ass.
Mike’s head pounded at the thought, the thought of Ezra fucking himjustlike that, slow and patient, like he was worth waiting for. Like all the years didn’t matter, because they’d gotten here in the end and it was about to be incredible.
He needed Ezra inside him more than he needed air, all of a sudden. The confirmation that theyhadfigured this out, that things would be okay now, that they could keep each other.
The sound of the lubricant being uncapped made Mike jump, the sudden knowledge of what was about to happen washing over him. But hetrustedEzra, and Ezra knew what he was doing. If this was going to hurt, or be unpleasant, or anything like that… Ezra would have warned him.
Hell, he wouldn’t havedoneit. Ezra wouldn’t hurt a single living thing on purpose.
“Just keep breathing,” Ezra murmured. “Might help to close your eyes. Whatever you need to do is okay. And if it’s too much or you don’t like it or… anything, just tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”
