There were a million things Declan could have thought to make Seb’s first time special, cheesy shit like flowers and champagne. Stuff he never would have done with another guy, but that he would have been more than happy to do for Seb. But sweating and hard, there wasn’t time for any of that. They were in a cheap hotel room, hiding from the world.
It might feel like they had nothing left, but they did have the night together, and Declan intended to give it all to Seb.
He pulled his face down, kissing at Seb’s hips, inches from his hard, twitching cock, pink against his abs. Declan grabbed Seb’s sides, then flipped him over, hitching his ass back. He pressed his hands against Seb’s cheeks, groping and tugging while Seb whimpered.
“Relax,” Declan whispered when he felt the tension spike in Seb’s body. “This is all for you.”
He lowered his face down, then licked his tongue up Seb’s crease, flicking across the entrance to his hole. Seb thrust his hips backward and folded his legs at the knees, his body coming alive under Declan’s touch. Declan inhaled deeply, the sweet scent filling his nose as he worked his tongue in slow, teasing circles around Seb’s entrance.
“Oh my god,” Seb gasped. “It feels so good.”
“You feel so good,” Declan answered. “Fucking amazing.”
The overhead light occasionally flickering, Declan lost himself in the pleasure he was giving Seb. His own cock hung heavily in his boxers, but he kept his hands there, roaming Seb’s hips and pulling his cheeks apart to expose the quivering pink hole. The pleasure was like sparks and coals inside of Declan, the raw need like an engine humming between his legs. He pushed his tongue deeper, exploring Seb’s rim and his tight, smooth entrance, then thrusting past, licking inside.
“I want it,” Seb groaned as he pushed his hips back, taking Declan deeper. “Give me more!”
It was such a fucking gift to be with Seb, the one entering him for the first time, Declan could have stayed parked there all night. But when his guy needed something, he didn’t hesitate to deliver. He pulled himself up on his knees, then kicked off his boxers. “We’ll go slow,” he said, tracing his fingers between Seb’s cheeks. “And you tell me how you like it.”
Seb turned over his shoulder. His face was pink, and sweat dotted his forehead and temples. “I like it,” he breathed.
Declan barked a laugh. “Good,” he said, then stuck a couple of fingers in his mouth, wetting them. He rubbed them along Seb’s rim while gripping his own dick, then felt Seb clench the tip of his fingers.
“I don’t have any lube,” Declan said. “How does this feel?”
Seb gasped. “Hot. Like sparks. So good. But I have… in my bag.”
Declan pulled his finger back. “You have lube?”
“And condoms,” he answered. “Alexandria brought them up and insisted…”
Declan laughed again, his fingers still teasing Seb’s hole. “I like her more every day.” He reached to grab Seb’s bag from the ground, following instructions to find a few spare condoms of different sizes and a small travel packet of lube, which he quickly squirted onto his fingers.
“Oh god,” Seb gasped when Declan returned, pressing at his hole. “Just like that.”
Declan took his time loosening Seb and exploring the most tender parts of his body. He let Seb tug on his finger, pulling it deeper and deeper while Declan palmed his balls and probed up toward his shaft. The whimpering noises Seb made grew louder, and his words slowly turned into gasps and moans. When Declan finally pushed a second finger in, Seb slammed his hands down on the pillows and thrust himself backward, hard and fast.
“You ready?” Declan asked with a grin. He’d found Seb hot since the first day they met. There was something exciting about the way he was shy back then, like they both knew there was something more bubbling beneath the surface. But now, totally unleashed and demanding what he wanted, Seb seemed to Declan like the hottest person in the damn world.
“Yes,” he answered, face in the pillows and ass in the air. “I’m ready.”
Declan gripped his dick by the base. The vein on the side was already thick, and his fat purple head was swollen and slick. He took a minute to unfurl a condom down his length, then slapped down against Seb’s crack with a squirt of lube. “Good,” Declan answered, one hand on Seb’s hip. “Because you’re mine.”
He pressed his tip in, holding it there while Seb eased himself down. Seb rubbed his hole up against Declan’s dick, riding the tip without pushing down while jolts of pleasure shot out from Declan’s core. Declan tightened his fingers into the flesh at Seb’s hips. He was desperate for more, but only once Seb had gotten every drop of pleasure he wanted.
Finally, with a moan from each of them, Seb pressed back hard enough, and Declan entered his tight hole, one tantalizingly slow inch at a time. When Seb was about halfway down Declan’s shaft, he stopped. They stayed like that, breathing together, Declan’s rigid dick held like a vice.
Seb really was his, Declan realized, just like he was Seb’s. They weren’t together because of some job, or because of fear. They were together because they wanted to be because it couldn’t be any other way.
“Oh god,” Seb moaned, his hole squeezing tight. “I’m close already.”
Declan hooked an arm around his chest, then pulled him up. His dick plunged another inch in, the tip riding along Seb’s throbbing prostate. All of Seb’s muscles tightened against Declan, who rubbed his stubble along Seb’s neck. “You feel that?” he whispered.
“Yes,” Seb breathed, riding his prostate down harder on Declan’s tip.
“That’s how I’m going to make you come,” Declan said.
He found one of Seb’s nipples and began to play with the hard nub, teasing it and squeezing it lightly while Seb bounced on his dick. An orgasm was building inside Declan, too, throbbing behind his balls, but he knew he could hold it as long as Seb needed.
