“There,” I said against him. “That's what I want.”
I worked him with my mouth the way he'd worked me. He was responsive in a way that fed something in me I hadn't known was hungry, and every noise he made was new information I filed without thinking.
Then I felt his mouth on me.
The wet heat of him taking me in while I had my face buried in him was a specific kind of overload I had no prior framework for. Two points of sensation layered directly on top of each other with no buffer between them, and I had to breathe out slow through my nose and just accept that this was happening and I was going to be fine.
I was going to be extremely fine.
I reached for the lube where it had ended up on the nightstand, got my fingers slicked, and pressed one against his entrance.
The sound he made around my cock was muffled and devastated and vibrated through me from the base up.
“You good?” I said against his skin, and my voice was rough enough I barely recognized it.
He pulled off me long enough to say, “If you stop right now I will actually—” and then whatever threat he was forming got cut off when I pressed my finger in and worked it slowly, and what came out of him instead was a low, drawn-out groan that he buried back against my inner thigh.
I kept my mouth on him and my finger working in steady, unhurried strokes, going by the sounds he made rather than any script. He was tight and warm around my finger, clenching and releasing in a rhythm that matched what my mouth was doing, and every time I pressed deeper his hips rolled back and hemade a sound that stripped another layer off whatever restraint I'd arrived here with.
“You're so tight,” I said against him. “Fuck. Soren.” I pressed deeper and felt him take it and the sound he made went through me like voltage. “This is what you're going to feel like when I'm inside you.”
He groaned and the hand he had gripping the base of my cock tightened convulsively.
“Say that again,” he said, voice completely wrecked.
“You heard me.”
“Rook—”
“This is mine.” I pressed my mouth to him again, open and claiming, and his whole body went loose and then rigid. “This pretty hole. Mine.”
He made a sound that had no words in it and took me deeper in retaliation and I had to close my eyes and breathe and focus very hard on not losing the thread entirely.
I added a second finger, working him slowly open, and felt the stretch of it make him go still for a half-second before his body decided it wanted more. His hips rolled back, chasing the sensation, and I pulled back slightly just to hear the noise that came out of him.
It was a very good noise.
“Please,” he said, and the word was raw and immediate. “Please, Rook, don't?—”
“Don't what?”
“Don't tease. I can't—” He exhaled against my thigh, shaking.
I pressed back in with both fingers and I felt him open around me and take it.
He dropped his forehead to the top of my thigh and just breathed for a second, his hand still wrapped around me, and I felt his pulse in my fingers where they were pressed inside him — fast and real and as wrecked as mine.
Then he lifted his head and took me back into his mouth and we stopped talking.
What followed was mutual and relentless and had nothing managed about it on either side. He sucked me with the focused desperation, and I worked him with my fingers and my mouth in slow counterpoint, learning every sound he made and what produced it, and the room filled with the sounds of both of us completely offline and entirely present.
At one point he pulled back and said, breathless and a little undone, “You're unbelievable. You know that? You're supposed to be— I'm the one who—” He lost the sentence when I curled my fingers and found the angle that made his thighs lock either side of my head. “Fuck. There. Right there. Don't you dare move.”
I didn't move.
“Rook.” His voice cracked completely. “I'm going to need you to—” He reached back and got a hand over mine where it was gripping his hip. Not pushing it away. Pressing it harder. “I need you inside me. I need it right now.”
I pressed my lips once more to the inside of his cheek, warm and deliberate, and felt him shudder.
