“Get your pants off,” I said and pulled back enough to let him move. “Now.”
He stripped them off with shaking hands while I did the same. Both of us were naked on the gym mats with sweat and tears still drying on our skin, both of us breathing hard and watching each other like predators deciding who would strike first.
Troy reached for me. I caught his hand.
“On your stomach,” I said.
His eyes widened slightly. “Declan?—”
“On your stomach, Troy.” My voice came out rougher than I meant it to. “Unless you want to stop.”
“I don't want to stop.” He turned over and spread himself out on the mats face down with his arms stretched above his head, completely exposed and completely trusting me not to break him.
The sight of him like that made my hands shake as I ran them down his spine and over the curve of his ass, feeling the muscle tense and release under my palms.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” I said, and meant it. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Show me.” His voice was muffled against his arms. “Stop telling me and show me.”
I found the lube in the gym bag and slicked my fingers. I knelt between his spread thighs and ran one palm flat down the length of his spine while the other moved lower.
The first touch made him jolt. I pressed my palm to the small of his back, holding him still.
“Breathe,” I said. “Just breathe, Troy.”
He took a shaking breath and let it out slow. I circled him without pushing in yet, just letting him feel the pressure and the promise of what was coming.
“Please.” The word came out broken and desperate. “Declan, please.”
I pushed one finger inside him slow and deliberate, felt him clench around the intrusion before forcing himself to relax. The heat of him was extraordinary.
“That's it,” I said and worked the finger deeper. “You're doing so good.”
“More.” He pushed back against my hand. “I can take more.”
I added a second finger. The stretch made him gasp and made his whole body go taut before softening again. I worked him open with a patience I didn't feel, finding the spot inside him that made him cry out.
“Fuck, right there.” His hands fisted in the mat. “Don't stop.”
I didn't stop. I just kept hitting that spot over and over until he was shaking, until he was begging incoherently, until the control he usually kept so tight was completely shattered.
Then I pulled my fingers out.
He made a sound of protest that turned into a moan when I replaced them with my tongue.
I spread him open and licked him from base to tailbone. I felt him jerk and curse and push back into it.
“Fucking hell.” His voice was wrecked. “Declan, what are you?—”
“Taking what I need,” I said against his skin. “Like you told me to.”
I worked him with my tongue until he was a shaking mess, until he was cursing and begging and completely undone, until the taste of him was burned into my memory in ways I'd never forget.
Then I pulled back and slicked my cock. I positioned myself at his entrance.
“This is going to be hard,” I warned. “Tell me if it's too much.”
“It won't be too much.” He looked back at me over his shoulder with eyes dark and determined. “Give me everything.”
