Dane shouted again and grabbed his head. “Fuck, Clay!”
His dick swelled and pulsed, shooting into Clay’s throat. Clay swallowed him down, moaning as his own cock started to jerk in response.
He collapsed next to Dane, breathing hard. He looked over at Dane to find the man staring dazedly at the ceiling, panting hard.
“Wow,” Dane whispered. He turned his head and gave Clay the sexiest, laziest grin. “Wow. I didn’t think it could get better. I was wrong.”
“There’s lot more of that to come, too.”
“You’re gonna kill me.”
“But what a way to die.” Clay scooted closer, his hand landing in the wet spot on Dane’s abdomen. “I need to get us a towel.”
“Not just yet,” Dane said, his voice suddenly serious. He reached out and ran his fingers through Clay’s hair. “I still can’t believe we did that.”
A chill ran through Clay and he fought to keep his tone light despite the worry that was starting to hammer against his ear. “Regretting it?”
Dane shook his head. “No. I just never expected to find love like this again. I’m a little stunned.”
“You’re not feeling guilty, are you?”
“No,” Dane said with the release of a deep breath. “Katie would have liked you. She’d want me to be happy and would have been pretty upset at how isolated I became the last couple of years. She was a generous person. Caring and warm.”
The chill didn’t completely dissipate. He had two of those three qualities. Caring and warm, yes, he felt he could be those things. Especially with Dane.
But generous?
He didn’t share. This man was his for life, and he planned to keep it that way.
He said a silent thanks to Katie in his heart. He would never have wished her harm, but he was thankful all the same.
Leaning closer, he kissed him. Dane opened his mouth and let Clay in. The kiss went on and on, growing in intensity with each stroke of his tongue. Surprisingly, his dick began to stir, and Clay smiled.
“What?” Dane asked, breath hot on his lips.
He took Dane’s hand and placed it on his cock.
“Oh, I like celebratory-binding-ritual sex.” Dane tightened his fingers around him. “Want you in me this time. Want to feel that again.”
Clay gave a long, rumbling moan at the thought of sinking into his lover’s tight body. He kissed his jaw and down his neck, opening his lips over Dane’s collarbone. He moved to the man’s nipples, taking one into his mouth and sucking. Dane arched up off the bed, his hands restless on Clay’s shoulders and back.
“Love your skin,” Dane murmured.
“Love you,” Clay said as he moved to Dane’s other nipple and sucked it into his mouth. The hard bud felt so good on his tongue, and he moved down farther, getting the taste of cum in his mouth.
Dane’s belly was hard from work, the faint six-pack drawing his attention. He ran his lips along the lines of muscle, noting that Dane’s dick was already hard again. He wrapped his fingers around it and Dane arched up off the bed, a hoarse sound escaping his throat.
Fingers dug into Clay’s biceps, pulling him back up. Dane claimed Clay’s mouth in a hungry kiss. Their bodies writhed together. If this was making love, then Clay was all over it.
He thrust his tongue into Dane’s mouth, the man groaning around him, hands still restlessly moving over his body. Dane opened his legs, and Clay fell between them. When Dane brought his knees up and opened himself, Clay felt dizzy with the desire tearing through him.
“Get a condom,” Dane whispered into his mouth. “Get inside me. Want you.”
Clay pulled away and started to reach for one but stopped and grinned at Dane.
“What?”
“We don’t need them. I can’t get anything. You can’t get anything. Unless you’d rather—”
“Get the lube,” Dane ordered in a harsh voice.
Clay coated his fingers with lube and brought them to Dane’s hole, rubbing the slick all around it. Dane panted, watching him with scorching eyes. He pressed a finger inside, groaning at the hot, tight feel of him, the silken grip. He sent his finger in and out, making sure to brush Dane’s prostate with each pass.
Dane’s mouth fell open, and he spread his legs more as his eyes shut.
He looked so goddamn beautiful, he took Clay’s breath away. His light-brown hair was messily disheveled, a flush showing on his chest and neck. Desire in its raw form.
Clay added a second finger and felt Dane tense around him. He slowed his movements, making sure to scissor gently. Dane swallowed him up and he gritted his teeth. He was going bare for the first time in his life. Dane’s body had to be ready for him, because there was no way he was going to last long. Dane’s eyes opened, the green glittering in the light coming in from the windows.