“Mm, I like me some opposites attract. Keeps me on my toes,” I joked because, oh, it was getting hard to breathe.
My lungs just didn’t work right when he looked at me like that.
“What if you change your mind?” He worried again, the voice of his trauma.
“I already did.”
His eyes lifted at the same moment his chest seemed to fall. “W-what?”
“I walked away two years ago and regretted it every day since. I’m no good for you, Pip, but I’m the one you came back to. And now we’re ride-or-die.”
The bag of nuts crinkled between us when he crushed against me, fitting our lips in a desperate kiss. He was uncoordinated and sloppy, but he more than made up for it with enthusiasm.
Anchoring us together, I took over, and he surrendered with a whine. The kiss was salty with a hint of sweet, the cashews leaving behind a creamy feel. Anchoring my grip on the back of his neck, I licked deeper and carried him through the loft toward the bedroom. Our mouths never lifted as if we’d never get another chance.
I guess, in a way, we wouldn’t. This moment would never come again, so I had to brand him as mine right then and there. I wanted to brand him so good that, every moment that came after, he would know exactly where he belonged.
The bedroom was dim because the windows were shaded, but I went past the bed and into the all-brick bathroom with a glassed-in concrete shower. As I moved, the lights under the floating cabinets illuminated, warming the room with a glow. Tongue still tangled with his, I leaned into the glass enclosure to turn on the water.
Water sprayed us as I backed out, and I pulled back to lick the droplets off his cheek.
He whimpered and thrusted, his cock stabbing me in the midsection with his impatient movements. While the water heated, I lowered him onto the concrete counter and tugged his shirts over his head.
“You need a shower from earlier,” I told him, dropping down to tug off his shoes.
His eyes were heavy-lidded, and the way his bare chest rose and fell rapidly told me his breathing was uneven. He grabbed the waistband of his pants and tugged them down, rocking a little to get them past his hips. I swiped them away but was momentarily distracted by the swelling in his knee.
“Baby…” My voice cracked as my fingers hovered over the area, wanting to touch him but not wanting him to be in pain. Shifting my gaze, I glanced at the other, noting it, too, was swollen but not quite as noticeably.
“It doesn’t matter right now, Hiro. Don’t look at my illness. See me instead.”
I groaned, hands hitting the counter on either side ofhim so I could crowd his space. “You aren’t an illness, Pip,” I swore, hoping he saw the absolute obsession in my stare. “You’re my cure.”
He arched as though I’d penetrated him and then yanked my sweats down so I could kick them away and pull him back into my arms.
Like the koala he always was, he clung, lips moving across my shoulder and into the side of my neck where he tugged the skin into a gentle suck.
My dick jerked impatiently, molten heat coursing through me as I closed us in the steamy shower. The humid air clung to my lungs the way need clung to everything else. The shadows in here made me feel at home, and I turned, plastering him against the glass so I could claim his lips again.
Our bodies were slick with water and probably sweat, and my hands skirted down his waist and around to his ass. If I weren’t so enamored with how he felt in my hands, I’d wish I were on the other side of the glass to see the picture he made, naked and dripping with his cock sticking straight off his willowy frame.
Ripping my lips free, I kissed down his chest, tugging his pink nipple between my teeth and sucking with wild abandon. He cried out and arched into me, fingers tangling in my hair to keep me in place. When his thighs were shaking, I moved to the other and sucked until there was a bruise.
Satisfied, I moved back enough to put him on his trembling legs and sink to my knees.
“Christ,” he swore, staring down at me.
“Watch your mouth,” I told him and then used mine to swallow him whole. His entire body bucked into me like hewas volunteering to be a sacrifice to whatever ritual I wanted to conduct.
Using one hand, I held him against the glass and swallowed around his length until I felt it in my throat. He whimpered and squirmed, his nails digging into my shoulders.
Oh shit. My shoulder. Too late I remembered it wasn’t supposed to get wet, but I’d rather lose the limb than pull back now, so I swallowed again before dragging back slowly and latching on to his swollen head to do my worst.
And by worst, I mean my absolute fucking best.
He bent over my body, breath shuddering, and I cupped his sack and massaged it, learning every inch.
“I can’t,” he whimpered, legs melting toward the floor. After flicking my tongue over his slit, I pulled back and gently lowered him to sit on the shower floor.
