“Gonna drive me crazy,” Colton growled, tilting his head to give better access.
“That's the plan.” Zack sucked a mark into the skin, dark and obvious, claiming.
Everything shifted in one smooth motion. Suddenly Zack found himself on his back, Colton looming over him, all that muscle blocking out the morning light. Brown eyes had gone almost black, pupils blown wide with hunger.
“My turn.”
Before Zack could respond, Colton’s mouth crashed into his. Nothing gentle about this kiss—tongues battled, teeth caught lips, desperate sounds spilling between them. Colton kissed like he fought, with total focus and devastating skill. One hand tangled in Zack’s hair, holding him exactly where Colton wanted him, while the other mapped every inch of available skin.
Breaking away to breathe felt like surfacing from deep water. Both of them panted, lips swollen and slick. Colton didn’t give him time to recover, just started working his way down Zack’s throat with open-mouthed kisses that left wet trails cooling in the morning air.
“Love these,” Colton murmured against his collarbone, tongue tracing the hollow there. “Love how sensitive you are here.”
Proof came immediately when teeth grazed that spot and Zack’s entire body arched off the bed. A whimper escaped before he could bite it back, hands flying up to grip Colton’s shoulders. Muscle bunched and released under his palms, powerful and controlled.
Lower now, Colton’s mouth found a nipple. First just breath, warm and teasing, making the bud tighten in anticipation. Then the flat of his tongue, slow circles that had Zack squirming. When teeth finally closed around it, tugging gently, Zack cried out.
“That's it,” Colton encouraged, switching to the other side. “Let me hear you, Blue.”
Impossible not to when every touch felt electric. Colton worked him over with patient dedication, learning exactly what pressure made Zack gasp, what rhythm made his hips buck. By the time that wicked mouth reached his navel, Zack was trembling.
“Please,” he gasped, fingers twisted in the sheets.
“Please what?” Colton’s breath ghosted over his cock, so close but not touching. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your mouth. Want your mouth on me.”
A pleased rumble vibrated against his inner thigh where Colton pressed a kiss. “Since you asked so nicely.”
First contact was just the tip of Colton’s tongue against the head of his cock, barely there, collecting the bead of precum that had gathered. Zack’s hips jerked, seeking more, but strong hands pressed them back down.
“Stay still for me, sweetheart.”
Easier said than done when Colton’s mouth finally wrapped around him, hot and wet and perfect. No teasing now, just steady suction as he took Zack deeper. That talented tongue did something incredible on the underside, some swirling motion that made stars burst behind Zack’s eyelids.
“Fuck, your mouth,” Zack babbled, one hand flying to Colton’s hair. “So good, so fucking good.”
Encouragement made Colton work harder. He pulled back to suck just the head, tongue playing with the slit, before sliding all the way down until his nose pressed against Zack’s pelvis. The sight alone—Colton’s lips stretched around him, those brown eyes looking up through dark lashes—nearly ended everything right there.
“Not gonna last,” Zack warned, tugging at Colton’s hair.
Instead of pulling off, Colton doubled down. One hand came up to roll Zack’s balls, gentle pressure that shot straight through him. The other wrapped around the base of his cock, working in tandem with that incredible mouth. Wet sounds filled the room, obscene and perfect.
Release built like a storm, starting deep in his belly and spreading outward. Every muscle drew tight, back arching, mouth falling open on a soundless cry. Colton took him deep one more time, swallowing around him, and that was it.
Orgasm crashed through him in pulsing rushes. Colton swallowed everything, throat working, those big hands gentling him through the aftershocks. Only when Zack went boneless did he pull off, pressing soft kisses to hip bones and the tender skin of his inner thighs.
“Beautiful,” Colton murmured, crawling back up to capture Zack’s mouth.
Tasting himself on Colton’s tongue should've been weird, but it just felt right. Everything with Colton felt right, even the things that used to terrify him. Like being vulnerable. Like letting someone see him completely.
“Want you inside me,” Zack breathed against Colton’s lips.
“Yeah?” Colton’s cock jumped against his thigh, leaving a wet streak. “You sure?”
Instead of answering with words, Zack reached for the nightstand drawer where they kept supplies. His fingers found the bottle of lube, still half-full from a few nights ago. Pressing it into Colton’s hand felt like making a declaration.
“Want to feel you for days,” Zack said, spreading his legs wider in invitation.
