He slipped one hand between them and down Meridian’s chest, along the planes of his stomach, to the waistband of his silk pants.
Meridian thrust upward as Ex pulled at the elastic. He reached inside, freeing Meridian’s thick cock, which was already throbbing and glistening at the tip.
He gripped it, but didn’t stroke, just circled the head with the pad of his thumb, relishing the heft, and the surety of what was coming.
Meridian’s breath stuttered, his hand clenching tighter where he gripped his hips.
His lover didn’t plead, and he only surrendered by choice. Meridian watched him with penetrating focus, his silence saying, “Do it, or don’t. Either way, I’ll get what I want.”
Ex wouldn’t make him wait.
He tangled his other hand in Meridian’s dark hair to pull him closer and intensify the kiss.
He reached over and lifted the center console of the couch, brushing his fingers past remote controls, sunglasses, a .22, a small pocketknife, and other random shit, until he closed them around the small bottle of lube.
He flicked it open and squeezed a generous amount onto two fingers before reaching behind him to slick it over his hole, working them in deep to quickly stretch himself open.
He trembled at the greedy glare in Meridian’s eyes as he coated his dick next with firm twisting strokes, keeping his eyes on the way his abs flexed.
Ex sank down slowly, every inch burning sweet and filling.
A sharp gasp tore from Meridian’s lips when the backs of Ex’s thighs touched his lap. He sat there for a moment, breathing, adjusting, loving being stretched so wide.
“Mmm, fuck,” Meridian growled, his fingers digging into his back as Ex rolled his hips.
Ex shifted his weight, grinding harder with his head thrown back, his eyes on the night sky.
He moved with a relaxed rhythm, building the desire layer by layer, keeping every inch of Meridian buried in him to the hilt.
He rocked back, and a jolt of electric pleasure shot through him, making his vision blur and his toes curl.
“Oh shit,” he moaned, voice breaking.
He held on to Meridian’s shoulders, lifting his hips and dropping down hard, chasing that sensation again and again.
Meridian
Meridian’s breath caught as Ex’s body swallowed him, his ass so fucking hot and tight.
Bliss threatened to override his discipline, but he let Ex keep the agonizingly slow pace.
Their lovemaking wasn’t about release. It was about stealing time.
The world could wait. The Ravens could wait. Obligation could wait.
Here, he allowed himself the one thing he was never granted.
Peace.
Ex was his peace because Ex was his permission to lower his weapon for a minute and receive pleasure.
His partner was the only man who could touch him and live, the only one who could step inside the radius of his violence and not be consumed by it.
Ex didn’t belong to him the way assets belonged to the Ravens. He belonged the way Whisper belonged in his hand. A perfect fit with unquestioned purpose.
He pressed his forehead in the valley between Ex’s pecs, inhaling his bed-warmed scent, watching his firm cheeks spread around his cock.
His pulse thundered at the sight.
