And yeah, he felt such a blossoming of tenderness inside him, it had to be love.
Bing closed the distance between them, then took Walter’s face in his hands and pressed their mouths together. He started slow, his mind analyzing every shift in lip, every tentative stroke of their tongues, and even the way his breath caught and his heartbeat sped up. Better yet, he could feel the hunger in Walter, the need that he controlled for Bing’s sake.
As it turned out, Bing didn’t want control. He was hard and hungry within moments of touching Walter. He gripped Walter’s shoulders tight and angled himself so he could thrust into Walter’s mouth. Walter moaned into the kiss and ground his pelvis against Bing’s.
Yes!
Lightning shot through his entire body as he ground back. They rubbed against each other even as their tongues dueled and their teeth clashed. Bing let go of Walter long enough to start stripping off his clothes. Walter was a moment slower but equally enthusiastic. But once they were both naked, Bing held out his hand. His heart was pounding in his throat and his erection had never been harder or more insistent, but he needed them to stop.
Walter visibly swallowed. “What?” he rasped.
“You look fantastic,” Bing said. Walter had never had a slender frame like Bing, but the muscles he’d developed gave his shoulders width and his thighs corded strength. There was power in every muscle, and when coupled with Walter’s inherent restraint, the combination turned Bing’s key big-time. Gentle power, beautiful strength. He stroked a hand across Walter’s chest, feeling the wiry hair and rubbing a nail across his tight nipple.
Walter’s erection bobbed and his chest swelled, but he didn’t move. Instead he gave a strangled moan as his eyes roved hungrily over Bing’s body. “You know I think you’re gorgeous, right? I always have.”
Bing smiled. “Yes.”
“But did you know what I love best about your body?”
The question caught him by surprise. “What?”
“It’s not showy. It’s so sleek, without broadcasting that you could probably break me in half.” Walter took a half step forward. “Please let me touch you.”
He loved that Walter had asked. Everyone in his life had always taken what they’d wanted. Or at least they’d tried. That was the way in the dojo where he’d been raised, and it continued in the films he’d been in. Directors put his body where they wanted and told him what to do.
Not Walter. He asked and respected the answer. And that was one of the sexiest things about the man.
Bing smiled and backed up. One step. Then another. Finally his knees hit the back of the bed and he let himself fall backward, his arms spread wide and his body open for whatever Walter wanted. Just in case that invitation wasn’t enough, he extended his feet and hooked them around Walter’s knees.
“Do what you want,” he rasped. “So long as I get to do the same to you.”
“Deal,” Walter said as he fell forward. And then all Bing could think about was the heat they were generating as their bodies coiled against each other.
“I love the way you smell,” he murmured, pressing his nose to the base of Walter’s neck.
Walter was using his teeth to scrape a path across Bing’s chest, but he pulled back from that with a slight frown. “You teased me about my shampoo. And the soaps!”
Bing flashed him a grin. “I know. But I always loved it.”
Walter’s eyes widened as he ground down against Bing. “You bastard!” he said without heat. “I spent hours in the stores trying to find a scent you’d like.”
Bing arched as he thrust, his cock weeping. “I know. I kept waiting to see what you would choose.” He leaned forward to nip at Walter’s rough chin. Did he confess the truth? Apparently the answer was yes, because the words tumbled out without restraint. “I would wait to smell you and then….” He swallowed.
“Did you think of me at night?” Walter asked, his eyes wide.
He nodded. “And about us doing this,” he answered as he abruptly shifted their bodies. He jerked backward on the bed and lifted his knees. Walter dropped to the right spot, and his cock pressed in the right way. Bing’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. “This,” he repeated, and the word was as much command as a plea.
Walter gasped and his hips jerked, but then he froze. “Not like this. You’re not ready.”
Hell yes he was. But Walter scrambled backward and dug into his laptop bag, then came back with lube, which he held up with a question in his eyes. It was a final pause to make sure Bing was ready for this.
“Yes. Now.” He leaned forward to grip Walter’s arm. “Now!”
Apparently that was emphatic enough, because Walter quickly grinned and lubed up. He was confident as he stretched Bing open with his fingers. Then he worked his cock inside like a man on a mission. Steady thrusts, deeper each time. Bulging muscles as he contained his power. And then the caught breath when he was finally seated.
Bing squirmed, he gasped, and he sure as hell enjoyed the feeling of being opened. It was like all the walls he’d erected between himself and the world were being steadily peeled back. He couldn’t have done it if he hadn’t been looking straight into Walter’s eyes. He saw tenderness there, as well as joy and hunger, equally mixed. And it allowed Bing to relax into the burn.
His cock thrust upward between them. Walter grasped it and squeezed, but he didn’t have the control. When he lost balance, his hand fell away, and he grimaced in frustration.
