Clothes came off between kisses, shoes thudding on the floor, Iggy wriggling out of my coat and shoving it off the bed, pants and underwear catching on thighs as we rolled around, too caught up in kissing each other to undress with any kind of efficiency.
I couldn’t wait to feel Iggy’s skin under mine, stretch out on top of him and touch him everywhere I could.
He rolled us both over so he was on top, finally stripping his sweater off to reveal smooth skin, defined abs…
And the big, purple-and-yellow bruise I’d left him with.
I reached out to touch it, keeping my fingers as light as I could, avoiding the darkest spots so I wouldn’t hurt him any more than I already had.
“It’s okay, Harv,” Iggy murmured, covering my hand with his own and linking our fingers together. “But you can totally make it up to me with orgasms.”
“I can,” I promised, trailing my other hand up his thigh and around the curve of his butt, teasing the crease with a fingertip and making him bite his lip to muffle a sigh. “I’m gonna give you everything you need, Ig. I want you to take everything you want.”
Iggy smirked, leaning down to kiss me again, rocking his hips against me, cocks grazing each other and sending a delicious spark of need bouncing up my spine.
I gasped as Iggy’s hand closed around me, two firm tugs making my hips jerk, a muffled moan escaping into his mouth.
“Want this,” Iggy murmured against my lips, right as he pressed a smooth tube into my hand.
I didn’t need three guesses to figure out what it was.
I also didn’t need telling twice.
With one hand firmly planted on Iggy’s ass and the other fumbling open the cap on the lube, I was having the time of my life. Iggy was so warm and eager on top of me, hard cock skimming against my stomach as he rocked his hips, gasping and moaning in time with his own rhythm.
He slid both hands into my hair and hissed as I trailed a lubed finger up the inside of his thigh, teasing along the way to where he wanted it.
I couldn’t stop laughing as Iggy pressed his forehead to mine, hips arching as I slipped a finger inside him.
“Impatient?” I asked, teasing him slowly, tempted to make him beg for it. He’d appreciate it more if he had to wait.
Iggy nodded, almost shy, and kissed me again.
I loved the kissing. Random hookups didn’t drown me in affection like this, and I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed it until I had it again.
Soon enough Iggy was squirming on my fingers, pushing back, searching for more even if he hadn’tquitestarted begging yet.
“Condom,” I said, passing him the box and then watching him tear it open with his teeth when he got frustrated with the tape on the top, foil packets spilling everywhere.
He swept them all aside but one, sitting up and riding my fingers as he rolled it onto me, looking at my dick like all his Christmases had come at once.
“See something you like?” I asked, voice rougher than I meant it to be.
Iggy nodded, leaning down again to kiss me as he shuffled forward. “You,” he murmured, rocking back, taking his turn to tease me. “I like you, Harv. Missed you.”
“Missed you too,” I whispered against his lips, fingers sliding into his hair, one hand still planted firmly on his ass.
My Iggy.
My back arched as he pushed down on me, impossible heat making me moan into his mouth, fingers tightening on his ass. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to thrust into him, take all that perfect heat and pressure for myself.
But I’d promised Iggy this was forhim, and I owed him at least that much.
He grunted as he bottomed out, sighing against my cheek, wriggling as he adjusted.
“Been a while,” he murmured, voice tight. “Forgot.”
“Take your time,” I said, running the hand on his ass up his spine, long soothing strokes the length of his back, feeling out all the curves and angles I hadn’t had the chance to see yet.
