“Isaac?”
The barest shake of Isaac’s head told Michael he was in control, and thank fuck because Michael wasn’t sure he could say the same. But neither of them was in any position to attempt a claiming bite, even if they both wanted to, and Michael wasn’t sure where Isaac stood on that.
A bite had to be meant on both sides, with absolute certainty, or it wouldn’t take.
Closing his eyes, he tilted his neck to the side, inviting Isaac to take what he wanted, trusting that he wouldn’t push them too far.
Teeth scraped his skin. Isaac’s hot breath tickled the spot behind his ear, making him shiver and arch up.
The low rumble of Isaac’s laughter made his belly tighten and he fisted his hands tighter in Isaac’s hair, holding him in place as he nipped and sucked his way south.
Claws traced patterns down his sides, way too firm to be ticklish, and Michael writhed on the bed, needing so much more.
Flipping them over, he held Isaac’s hands above his head before he had a chance to ruin Michael’s jeans like he had his T-shirt. “I didn’t bring that many clothes.” Sitting up, he pointed a finger at Isaac. “Stay.”
Isaac snapped his teeth in reply but didn’t move, watching instead as Michael stood and shucked off the rest of his clothes. When he straightened, Isaac had let go of his half-shift and lay propped up on his elbows, gaze raking over Michael from head to toe.
As Michael stalked back towards him, Isaac reached down and undid the button on his jeans, then slid the zip down, the sound loud in the quiet of the room. Black boxer briefs hugged his cock, the unmistakable tang of precome drifting over as he shoved everything lower, baring his dick to the air.
Michael was on him in a flash, ripping his clothes the rest of the way off, much to Isaac’s amusement.
“Mine are fair game then, are they?”
“You were taking too long.”
Michael crawled over him, leaning in for a kiss as he settled between Isaac’s spread thighs. Their bodies aligned, skin to skin, every nerve ending on fire where they touched. After more than five years apart, it was almost too much.
Isaac wrapped his legs around Michael’s back, and Michael lifted his head to see his face. Rolling his hips in a slow, dirty grind, he stared into the deep blue eyes of the man who had once been his world.
Maybe he can be again, his mind whispered.
Michael shook his head, focusing on the now, not on what might or might not happen in the future.
“What do you want?” he murmured, biting his lip as Isaac scraped nails that were a little too sharp down his back, then gripped his arse cheeks, meeting him thrust for thrust. Michael hissed at the pleasure/pain, the telltale tingle starting at the base of his spine and spreading outwards like a rolling wave.
In another time he wouldn’t have had to ask, would’ve known what Isaac wanted, felt it in his kiss, seen it in the wicked smile that curved his lips. But now he waited, watching Isaac’s eyes as a flurry of emotions passed through them.
Michael held his gaze, wondering if they were on the same page. When they’d tumbled into Isaac’s bedroom, the only thing on his mind had been fucking. Not caring which way round they did it, his only concern getting as close to Isaac as possible, feeling that connection that he’d so sorely missed.
But now, as they lay naked, entwined from chest to feet, it seemed a step too far. If he let Isaac inside him, or the other way around, without knowing if he’d get to do it again, it might kill him.
As if reading his mind, Isaac smiled up at him, a touch of sadness clouding his expression until he reached up and stroked his thumb over Michael’s cheek. “This,” Isaac whispered, then pulled Michael in for a kiss. His tongue sought out Michael’s and they clung to one another for the longest time, grinding against each other until Isaac stiffened underneath him, coming with a groan that had Michael tumbling after him.
This is enough.
For now.
Silence settled around them, and Michael held off moving for as long as he could, not wanting to let reality back into their little bubble. The smell of sex surrounded them, their scents mixed, and the curl of satisfaction in his chest made him smile.
Isaac clearly felt it, and his body shook as he huffed out a laugh. “You always did like this part the best.”
“Not the best,” Michael replied, but he couldn’t resist changing position and reaching between them to run his finger through the mess on Isaac’s belly, a contented hum escaping. Isaac laughed again but made no move to stop him.
“We should shower,” Isaac said after a moment or two, clasping his hands behind his head, watching as Michael continued to make patterns on his skin.
“In a minute.” The wolf in him whined at the idea of washing this off them, of erasing the scent of Isaac lingering on his skin. Marking him as taken, if only for a little while.
Michael shook it off and rolled onto his back with a sigh. “I guess we should get up.”
