With the belts off, I reached for the button of Reed’s fly and undid it. Then I took the zipper and pulled it down. He pushed his jeans off, taking his underwear down with them. His eyes went from dark to molten gold as he stood before me, naked. They didn’t change back. It was the only evidence he was anything other than an ordinary man.
I undid my own jeans as he watched, the hunger on his face sending a thrill up my spine. When they dropped to the floor, I stepped out of them.
Now that we were both naked, I let myself really look at him for the first time. I hadn’t spent much time consciously cataloguing the male body, but he was just about perfect. If I had a type at all, Reed would have been it. He was lean but muscular. His lower legs were as hairy as his chest, but his powerful thighs were smoother. His cock was hard and a bead of pre-cum was already forming at the tip. It was shorter than mine, but thick and uncut.
Strangely, I didn’t feel any fear or trepidation, the way I had always assumed I would on the rare occasions I had directly entertained the fantasy of being with another man for the first time. Instead, I wanted to take him in my hand, to make his eyes shut with ecstasy, to see if I could make him come undone with my touch alone.
Reed was watching me the same way, his eyes still that strange and otherworldly shade of molten gold. “Harris,” he said gruffly. “I want to pleasure you.”
I nodded, my mouth going dry with desire. It had been a very long time since I had been touched by anyone.
Reed dropped to his knees before me, and I felt a jolt of surprise—I would have expected him to insist on being the dominant partner. That he would never have consented to be on his knees before me.
But before I could think about what that meant, he took me in his mouth.
“Fuck!” I hissed, my eyes rolling back as my breath escaped sharply. “Holy shit.”
His mouth was warm and wet as he took me all the way down. His tongue swept my tip on the way back up. I threaded my fingers through his hair, an animalistic part of me taking over, making me want to rut into his mouth.
He paused, his gaze flicking up to me, his lips stretched around my cock, and gave me the smallest nod, granting me permission.
I let out a soft growl of approval and began to gently rut in and out of his mouth, my hand on the back of his head as he held perfectly still, his rock-hard cock dripping pre-cum onto the wooden floor.
After a few moments of this, he grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me deeper, until I was buried in him.
I let out a strangled gasp as pleasure rocketed up my spine.
He bobbed up and down on my cock, while with one hand he stroked himself, moaning around me.
A minute of him working me like this and I felt the familiar tingle along my spine, the telltale tightening in my pelvis and balls.
“I’m close,” I warned him.
He nodded slightly and kept going. I watched him with amazement as the tingle of pleasure roared into full-blown ecstasy and I let out a gasping snarl and came, shuddering, down his throat.
In the same moment, he let out a strangled groan and came onto the floor.
When he eased off me, I pulled him to his feet and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. I pressed him to me, cupping his ass with my palms, pulling a soft moan from him. He wrapped his arms around me—gentler than I would have guessed he was capable of—and practically melted into my touch.
“Fuck, Harris,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, when I pulled back from the kiss.
“Reed,” I breathed, rational thought completely banished from my mind by the pleasure he had just given me.
I stepped back and took him by the hand, and we collapsed onto the bed together, both of us breathing hard.
“I needed that,” Reed said, curling up so that his head was resting on my chest.
“Me too,” I answered, realizing it was true. I had needed Reed to remind me that I was a man, capable of feelings and pleasure. I had spent so long alone, touch-starved and pretending it was okay. I had spent years completely alone after Paul had died, and even before that. My own fears had choked off any semblance of happiness I might’ve had.
Reed’s touch had ignited something in me—made me feel fully alive for the first time in a very long time.
“I would have guessed that you’d want to be…”
“On top? Dominant?” Reed snorted, giving me a sideways look. His eyes were still a deep gold. They hadn’t shifted back to their ordinary, human color. “Constantly in control, even in the bedroom?”
I realized he was right—maybe it was freeing to let someone else be in charge, at least behind closed doors. Maybe it was a relief.
He nodded. “Yeah, exactly.”
