“Wooo, your hands are cold.” Devon wiggled around, grabbing his hands and chafing them to try to get them warm.
“I know. All I did was wash them.” He laughed. It was that season where it was getting to the point where the heater didn’t run near as much. But it wasn’t quite time to be opening windows or anything, especially not in an older house.
Devon wrapped around him like a sloth, just clinging to him, wiggling and rubbing them together.
“What are you doing?” Laird teased.
“Creating body heat. Starting a fire, you know, that’s how you do it. There’s lots of rubbing involved.”
“Is there now, lots of rubbing?” He couldn’t fight the laughter.
“Yep.” Devon landed on top of him, face pushed into his throat. “You smell so good. I’m so glad you didn’t have to go in.”
“Mmm, I’m glad too. We just have to get warmed up, and then you can go right back to sleep.”
Devon yawned and slid over his body, threatening to do more than warm him up a little bit.
“Are you trying to seduce me, baby?”
“Is it working?” Devon lifted his face and kissed his jaw. “I’m not trying to cause trouble. It’s not what I’m interested in.”
“What are you interested in?”
Devon snorted and just sort of disappeared underneath the bed sheets and the blankets. Laird fumbled for him but couldn’t reach him in time.
By the time he figured out what was happening, Devon’s mouth was wrapped around his cock, and he was sitting there blinking like an idiot.
“Oh, fuck, Dev.”
“Mmmhmm.” Devon purred and the sensation vibrated all along his prick making his toes curl. Damn that was perfect.
“Don’t stop?”
Devon’s lips popped off his cock, and he whimpered. “I don’t intend to.”
As soon as Dev said that, those sweet lips were wrapped around him again, and he was lost. Not that he hadn’t been completely caught by Dev before now, but at this point, it was pure damn magic.
He’d never been so turned on. It was easy, it was sweet, and it was absolutely the hottest thing ever to be cuddled up in bed with his lover and have Devon loving on him. It didn’t even have to be about tit for tat or reciprocation.
Laird would absolutely do it—reciprocate—but he knew that Devon wasn’t doing this for that reason. He wasn’t doing it so that he could get off here in a minute.
Devon was loving on him because Devon wanted to.
Devon was into it. Into him. He was into them.
And Laird loved that. He sank one hand into Devon’s hair, pulling the covers up a little further on his chest so his nipples didn’t try to jump off. Let Devon have at him. His balls drew up because Devon was sucking hard, and Laird felt like his whole body was on fire.
His hips moved without his permission. He was humping up and he tried to hold back enough that he didn’t damage anything. He didn’t want Devon to choke.
Devon licked and sucked, giving him every sensation there was, including a hand under his balls lifting the whole package up against his cock and pressing a little.
Devon’s hands cupped his butt and drew him in, pulling him deep. Somehow he slipped in to the root, the tip of his cock easing into Dev’s throat.
Devon swallowed hard, making Laird’s eyes cross, and a sharp cry fell from his lips.
“Babe, please, I need you. I’m aching all the way inside. Dev, I don’t wanna choke you, and your mouth is so fucking hot and?—”
He was babbling and he knew it, and there wasn’t anything that could be done about it.
