“Good,” Mike gritted out. “Tight.”
Ezra laughed, shuffling forward so his cock brushed against Mike’s stomach as he rocked again, long, slow thrusts that Mike wasn’t quite ready for butreallycouldn’t say no to, either. He was Ezra’s now. Whatever Ezra wanted, he’d get.
Mike would have given him the world and the moon and the stars if he could, the thought of getting to have this—not the sex, but the closeness—forever making his head spin all over again. How’d he get this lucky?
“You feel great, for the record,” Ezra said, and his voice was strained, and his eyes were almost black with lust, staring into Mike’s as though he was the only thing in the world right now, anddamn. This was what love was meant to be like. This was two people who were meant to be together, exactly the way they were supposed to be.
“What should I…?” Mike trailed off, wanting to make this good for Ezra but not entirely surehowyet.
Ezra leaned in, sealing their lips together and shoving his fingers deep into Mike’s hair, rocking his hips again, falling into a slow, easy rhythm.
Mike ran his hands up Ezra’s thighs, stroking along them as they moved up and down, rubbing at tense muscles as they worked under his fingers. He smiled at the tiny, appreciative grunt Ezra made against his lips, gut flooding with warm pleasure as they moved together.
He felt Ezra’s hand fumble between them for his cock, and the mental image of the two of them, Ezra rocking in his lap and slowly jerking himself off because he wasthatturned on by having Mike inside him, made his head spin. How had he lived all this time without this?
“I just want you here,” Ezra murmured, and Mike vaguely remembered asking a question a while ago. “Love feeling you inside me. You’ve got a great dick.”
Mike snorted, but took that as permission to touch wherever he wanted, hands roaming up the length of Ezra’s thighs, brushing over his ass, and coming to rest on his back. Fingers splayed possessively, Mike let his eyes fall closed as Ezra kissed him again, rocking up into him in a slow, unerring rhythm, the two of them falling into sync like they had last time, when it’d all seemed so perfect.
This was the feeling Mike had been looking for. The feeling of really, trulybeingwith another person. Someone he loved. Someone he could love forever.
Pleasure built in the pit of his stomach, hot and tight, spurring him on. Ezra only moaned in response, pressing their foreheads together, as Mike thrust up into him, speeding them both up until Ezra was practically bouncing on his cock, thighs working, body shuddering. Mike could feel the effort of every movement, the tension in Ezra’s body matching his own.
“I’m gonna hate myself in the morning,” Ezra gasped between thrusts, breathless and grinning the whole time, and yeah, he’d be sore, butdamn. This had to be worth it if it felt half as good for him as it did for Mike, spike after spike of pleasure searing up his spine, his balls aching with the urge to come.
He could feel the pressure ramping up, his body rushing toward the edge, tight and hot and desperate, gasps and moans falling free of his lips again and again, thrust after thrust, Ezra’s body tightening around him, clearly right on the edge. So close, so close, just a little more, just anudge.
Ezra cried out, throwing his head back as he started to come, and that was the push Mike needed to grab his hips and shove himself deep inside, a cry tearing out of his throat as he finally came, hips rocking as waves of pleasure rolled through him, breath hitching with every new crest as he spilled inside Ezra, hot and thick.
The world seemed to stop spinning for just a moment, Mike’s ears ringing as he surged forward to kiss the long line of Ezra’s throat, biting down at the base as he jerked against him, the last few surges of his orgasm fading back, like the tide going out in the evening.
Everything came back into focus slowly—the way his hips and thighs hurt, the weight of Ezra sitting on him, the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears, the bone-deep satisfaction of a really,reallygood orgasm…
And the bruise he’d left on Ezra just now.
“That’s gonna leave a mark,” Ezra said, leaning forward and letting all of his weight rest against Mike.
Which really,reallywasn’t so bad at all.
“Yeah, well,” Mike murmured, raising his hands to hold Ezra close, rubbing small, soothing circles on his back. “I got carried away. Sorry. Won’t happen again.”
“Oh no, I like it,” Ezra said. “I’m just saying. People will see. You sure you’re okay with that?”
Mike swallowed, but he knew the answer. Heknew, without really having to be asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I’m okay with it. I…” he took a deep breath, trying to decide what he really wanted to say.
“I want people to know that you picked me,” Mike said. “That you love me. That we’re happy, and we have each other, and they’ll have a fight on their hands if they try to take that away.”
Ezra laughed, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to Mike’s neck. “It’s really hot when you talk like that,” he said. “Gonna need another round in the shower.”
“I think I could handle that,” Mike said. “Just… maybe in a few minutes.”
“Afew minutes,” Ezra said, disbelievingly. “I’d need a nap and maybe a snack first after that. Holy shit. I’m keeping you forever.”
Mike snorted, holding a now-wriggling Ezra just that much closer. “You only want me for my dick,” he said, absolutely positive that wasn’t true at all.
“Yep,” Ezra agreed, sighing and settling against Mike’s chest, his head resting on his shoulder. “Just your dick. And everything attached to it.”
Mike smiled, kissed the side of Ezra’s head, and basked in the thought of letting Ezra keep all of him, forever.
