“Don’t stop.” Colton’s voice rumbled rough with sleep. “Feels good having your hands on me.”
Permission granted, Zack resumed his exploration with more confidence. Fingertips skimmed over Colton’s collarbone, down to where his shirt pulled taut across his abdomen. Every ridge of muscle felt carved from stone, yet the skin covering it was surprisingly soft.
“You're unreal,” Zack murmured, palm flattening against Colton’s stomach. Muscles jumped under his touch.
Colton’s hand covered his, pressing it firmer against the hard plane. “All yours, Blue.”
Something about those words made arousal pool hot in Zack’s belly. His cock stirred, pressing against his sleep pants. Being this close to Colton, touching him freely, felt like standing at the edge of something vast and consuming.
Leaning up, Zack captured Colton’s mouth. What started gentle quickly turned desperate. Tongues tangled, teeth nipped, and a groan vibrated from Colton’s throat. Big hands gripped Zack’s hips, pulling him on top until he straddled those powerful thighs.
Grinding down earned him another growl. Colton’s erection pressed hard against Zack’s ass through their clothes. The friction made him gasp into Colton’s mouth, hips rolling in search of more pressure.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Colton rasped, hands sliding under Zack’s shirt to grip bare skin.
Rough palms skated up his back, then around to tease his nipples. Zack arched, a whimper escaping as Colton pinched the sensitive buds. Every touch sent sparks straight to his cock.
Clothes became the enemy. Zack tugged at Colton’s shirt until the man sat up enough to yank it off. The sight that greeted him made his mouth water—acres of bronze skin stretched over sculpted muscle, a dusting of dark hair trailing down from his navel.
“Like what you see?” Colton’s lips quirked.
“Shut up.” Zack bent to drag his tongue across one flat nipple, satisfaction surging when Colton’s breath hitched.
Exploring with lips and teeth, he worked his way down, tasting salt and musk. Each kiss, each nip drew sounds from Colton that went straight to Zack’s cock. By the time he reached the waistband of Colton’s pants, both of them were panting.
Looking up through his lashes, Zack hooked his fingers in the elastic. “Want to taste you.”
“Fuck yes.” Colton lifted his hips, helping Zack strip him bare.
His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. Zack’s mouth watered. Wrapping his hand around the base, he gave an experimental stroke that made Colton’s abs clench.
“You're going to kill me,” Colton groaned, fingers threading through Zack’s hair.
“What a way to go.” Zack licked a stripe from base to tip, savoring the salty-bitter taste.
Taking the head into his mouth, he sucked gently, tongue swirling around the sensitive crown. Colton’s grip tightened in his hair, not forcing, just holding. The weight of that hand, the careful control in it, made Zack moan around the cock in his mouth.
Relaxing his throat, he took more, hollowing his cheeks as he pulled back up. A string of curses fell from Colton’s lips. Setting a rhythm, Zack bobbed his head, taking him deeper each time. Saliva dripped down, easing the glide of his fist on what wouldn't fit.
“Your mouth, fuck, so perfect.” Colton’s hips twitched, clearly fighting not to thrust.
Pulling off with a wet pop, Zack caught his breath while pumping his fist. “You can fuck my mouth. Want you to.”
Colton’s eyes went molten. “You sure?”
Instead of answering, Zack took him deep again, looking up in clear invitation.
With a growl, Colton’s hips rolled up, sliding his cock along Zack’s tongue. The pace stayed controlled, careful, but each thrust went deeper. Tears pricked Zack’s eyes when the head bumped his throat, but he loved it—loved being used for Colton’s pleasure, loved the sounds spilling from those lips.
“Close,” Colton warned, muscles trembling with restraint.
Zack pulled back just enough to swirl his tongue around the head, hand working the shaft fast. Hot spurts filled his mouth, bitter and thick. He swallowed it all, milking every drop until Colton collapsed back with a satisfied groan.
“Come here.” Colton hauled him up for a filthy kiss, not caring about the taste of himself on Zack’s tongue.
Rolling them over, Colton pinned Zack to the mattress. “My turn.”
Skilled hands made quick work of Zack’s clothes, leaving him naked and exposed. Colton’s gaze raked over him, hungry and appreciative.
