His hand fumbled with the button on his jeans, body arching to give him better access. I watched him struggle for a moment before brushing away his hands and doing it myself.
Completely helpless.
The second his jeans were open, my eyes went directly to the top of his cock peeping out of the waistband of his briefs.
Lust tightened my balls just seeing the way the white cotton strained. “Tighty-whities, huh?” I teased, but my voice was hoarse.
His cheeks pinkened. “They were on sale.”
My thumb dragged over the exposed tip, and he shuddered, head falling against the wall. My eyes immediately went to the ring of hickeys, and that all-too-comfortable feeling of possession roared to life.
My hands were rough when I yanked the briefs down, eyes blazing over his smooth, rigid cock. I only allowed myself the fleeting glance before concealing it with my palm and angling him farther into the shadows.
It would totally ruin the mood if someone caught an eyeful and I had to leave their body here to rot like yesterday’s garbage.
He whimpered, and I shushed him, pulling my hand up to put it in front of his face. “Lick it.”
“No.” Before I could make him, he said, “You.”
Holding his fiery stare, I licked a stripe over my fingers before I spit on my palm. I didn’t have to ask if he was game because his thighs clenched around my hips.
“Dirty boy.” I smirked and wrapped my hand around him to stroke with firm, rhythmic movements from the base of his shaft all the way to the mushroom head until it was glistening with pre-release. Using my thumb, I smeared the silky liquid, enjoying the way he shuddered before pinching the tip together and making him squeak.
The temptation to rip down my sweats and rut into him like an animal clawed at me like an addiction, but I denied it again and again because he deserved better and because, the next time I was inside him, I was going to take my time.
Still, I couldn’t keep my hands off or deny the lust in his eyes. How could I when dreaming of him like this had literally gotten me through some blood-and-guts nights? His little moans and whimpers intoxicated me unlike anything else, turning a careful man into something reckless.
Suddenly, he pushed off the wall, crashing his lips against mine. My hand stuttered on his cock as my lips moved over his, tongue darting past to slip inside.
He was warm and silky, powerful enough to capture a ghost and remind him he was still a man. The thought jerked me back, but before we disconnected, his hands grabbed my ears and pulled me in for another all-consuming kiss.
Between us, his dick pulsed, growing rigid with every stroke. I knew he was close, but suddenly, it wasn’t enough. Wrenching back, I broke the seal of our lips, the sound of our uneven breaths filling my ears. Questions swam in his eyes,but I ignored them and slid my middle finger into my mouth, swirling it around until it was wet.
Rett leaned back against the wall, hooded eyes watching as I dragged it from my mouth and pushed it back into his underwear and below his balls.
His body bucked as I swirled his tight hole, getting it nice and slick before plunging inside.
He cried out, hands going to my biceps as his body clenched around mine, trying to suck me even deeper into his warm middle. My own hips thrust automatically, but again, I ignored my urges to slide out and push back in, setting an unforgiving pace as I fucked him with my finger.
“Hiro.” He panted, then said my name again. My hand tightened on his hip and I curled my finger in, and he nearly shot off the wall.
“You’re mine,” I told him roughly, rubbing against his spot. “This is mine.”
“Yessss,” he hissed, trying to move against me but unable to because of our positions. He let out a little impatient whimper, and I was a sucker because I forced him a little harder into the wall and wrapped my free hand around his red cock.
His hand slapped over my wrist, holding me while I worked over him and ground against his prostate.
I felt his orgasm before it happened, the way it barreled up his shaft and his body clenched around my finger. His wanton moan was low and long as warm, white ropes of cum poured out of him, all over his shirt and my hand. I nudged his spot one last time, and he arched off the wall, another burst of pleasure dripping onto my hand.
His entire body went boneless, and I eased free to keep him from falling. His sound of protest fisted my heart, as did the way his arms wrapped around my shoulders, face pressing into my neck.
Clingy like a koala. Soft like one too.
As I held him, I wondered how I’d ever walked away.
How I would again.
“This counts as cuddling,” he whispered into my ear.
