Page 71 of Offside

"Left side. I want to be behind you," I said. "We'll support your right arm."

He arranged himself without my help. His left shoulder rested against the mattress, his head lay on one pillow, and a second pillow supported the right arm in front of his chest. He shifted his hips until the position worked, then looked over his shoulder at me.

"This works," he said. "The shoulder's okay like this."

"Comfortable?" I asked. "Nothing pulling?"

"I'm comfortable," he said.

"Do you want me inside you?" I asked.

His gaze held mine. "Fuck, Declan. Yes, I want you inside me."

Desire moved through me hard enough to make my cock pulse.

I undressed the rest of the way and lay behind him. His back fit against my chest. I kissed the base of his neck, then moved lower along his spine. One hand went to his waist.

"Do you want my hand here?" I asked.

He turned his head enough that I could see his smile. "Yes. Right there. Don't move it."

The ease between us didn't remove consent. It never would. But it made the question easy. I slicked my fingers and touched him from behind.

Bishop opened his legs. "One first. Give me time."

I nodded so he knew I was listening, then pressed one finger into him slowly. His body tightened, then relaxed as I kissed his shoulder blade on the left side. I moved when he pushed back toward me.

"More," he said. "I'm ready for two."

I added a second and watched his body stretch for me.

The angle let me hold him close while I opened him. His right arm stayed loose over the pillow. His left hand reached behind and found my thigh.

"There," he said when my fingers curled. "Again."

I found the place a second time. His cock hardened fully, heavy against his stomach, and I reached my other hand around to stroke him.

His hips jerked. The pillow beneath his right arm slid toward the edge of the bed.

Bishop caught it with his left hand before it fell and shoved it back into place.

"Your fort's failing," I teased, laughing against his back.

"Are you stopping?" he asked, his voice rough.

"I hadn't planned on it," I smirked.

"Good, keep going," he said. "I want more."

I worked a third finger into him while my other hand stayed around his cock. He told me when the stretch was enough. He was ready. His left hand tightened on my thigh.

"Condom. Then you. I need you inside me."

I reached for the bedside drawer. The first wrapper slipped from my fingers and landed between the mattress and the wall, and Bishop looked back at me.

"Don't say it," I warned.

He reached into the drawer and handed me another condom.