“So goddamn good at that. Royce!” Marc yelled and tightened his fingers in Royce’s hair, his knees coming up. “I’m gonna come!”
He didn’t want that. Not yet. Royce pulled his mouth off Marc’s cock and sat back on his heels.
“Wha—?” Marc panted and writhed on the bed. He looked up at Royce with confused, lust-crazed eyes.
“Don’t you know,” Royce murmured as he came over the man and braced his hands on either side of his head, “that the longer you hold out, the better the payoff?”
“You’re gonna kill me,” he said between pants as his eyes grew hotter and his mouth opened.
Royce glanced down to see he’d balled up fistfuls of the bedding, his knuckles white. He grinned. Oh yeah, Marc was in on this program.
He pushed himself back up and made quick work of turning Marc onto his stomach. He groaned at the sight of the man’s bare ass, his hands moving automatically to hold both globes. Small, yet pleasingly round, his cheeks filled his palms and fingers, the muscles supple and mesmerizing. Royce had a feeling he could hold this ass every day for the rest of his life, and it wouldn’t be enough.
“If your ass feels as good around my dick as it does in my hands, you’re going to walk funny tomorrow.”
“I don’t…” Marc breathed, half-muffled in his pillow. He turned his face. “I don’t have a problem with that. Make me walk funny for a week. Fuck, do it!”
“Lube? Condoms?”
Marc pointed to the table, then snorted.
“It’s not the goddamn drawer we put the lock on, is it?”
He snickered into the pillow, then started groping between the mattress and headboard. He pulled out a small key box and handed it to Royce over his shoulder.
Royce took the box and ground his dick against Marc’s ass. He leaned in close and whispered into his ear, “Later, when my brain is back in my head, we’re going to have a talk about hiding your keys next to the places they unlock.”
“Okay.” Marc groaned and lifted his ass up into Royce’s groin. “But later. Much later. Tomorrow—fuck!”
Royce had moved back again while he talked, spread his cheeks, and rubbed his beard against his hole and up his crease. Damn, he smelled good here. Musky and warm. Royce’s blood was pumping so hard and fast through his veins, energy surged through him. He felt like tying the man down and fucking him into the early morning hours. Instead, he slowly moved his beard over tender, puckered skin, and growled when Marc gasped and spread his legs open farther. “Such a fucking needy hole,” he snarled. “Gotta taste it.”
Marc yelled something, but he had no idea what because it was garbled, and then he was pressing that sweet ass up so hard, he was going to have beard burn for days. Royce licked until he got him all nice and wet, the muscles relaxing even as every other part of Marc was tensing under his hands.
He speared his tongue inside.
Marc wailed. Royce looked up the long, lithe line of his back to see him clutch his pillow and bury his face in it. Royce laved with his tongue, sucked with his lips, and because Marc loved it so much, he used his beard on the soft inner skin of his cheeks and thighs. He ran his tongue up the groove in between and reached beneath Marc’s raised ass to wrap his fingers around his dick. So hard, it twitched and pulsed against his palm, causing Royce to shudder as he stroked it. Marc went still, his balls drawing up. Royce could practically feel the orgasm racing through Marc’s body under his tongue. He slowly pulled back, letting go with both hands and mouth.
“Oh, you fucker.” Marc groaned as he thrashed on the bed, his legs actually shaking. “You’re such a fucker.”
Chuckling, Royce crawled across the bed to get the supplies. “Don’t move,” he ordered as he turned away, so Marc wouldn’t see his fucking hands shaking as he got the key out of the tiny box. He froze when he opened the drawer, his eyes falling on the bottle of medication. He looked back to find Marc watching him with the one blue eye visible over the arm he had under his pillow.
Marc went still and perfectly silent. He didn’t even breathe as he stared.
Royce broke their stare, his gaze going back inside the drawer. He’d completely forgotten about Marc’s heart condition.
And Marc obviously realized where his gaze had gotten caught. “Oh, no you don’t. Don’t you fucking dare. Exercise is good for me, so bring your stunning ass back to this bed and fuck me through it.”
Marc didn’t know…couldn’t understand why this could potentially destroy—he broke off those thoughts. Royce looked back at him, fighting old, restless demons in his mind even as his gaze raked over that hot body. Lust blazed from Marc’s now raised face. His long, black brows were pulled low over his eyes, fierce determination vying for dominance over the hint of worry Royce was astute enough to see. Logically, he knew Marc was right, so he ignored that bottle and swiped up the lube and a condom. He turned to face Marc, and never took his gaze away as he ripped the packet open with his teeth, and slowly rolled the condom on. His dick had never picked up on his momentary fear—still rigid, still aching.