THORNE COULDN’T ARGUE that point. He positioned himself against the couch and stuck his sore ass out to tempt Riley.
“Don’t move,” Riley ordered.
Even the few seconds Riley was gone felt like too much to wait. Thorne was nearly as desperate for a fuck as he’d been the night before.
Riley came back, carrying the supplies. He pulled Thorne’s shorts down and spread lube around his hole before tugging on the plug. Thorne bit his lip as Riley slowly pulled the silicone from his body, even though he wanted to shout that it fucking hurt.
Riley dropped the plug onto a towel and slid a finger into him. He winced, unable to help it.
“Thorne? Are you okay?”
“I… Shit, I’m just too sore.”
“I should’ve guessed you would be. It wasn’t smart to do this today, but I was just so eager.”
Thorne looked over his shoulder at Riley, hating how worried Riley looked. “It’s fine. I was all for it, but I don’t think I can take your cock tonight.”
Riley smiled, seeming to be relieved by Thorne’s words. He ran a hand down Thorne’s spine. “I guess we’ll have to find other ways to have fun. Turn around and get on your knees.”
Thorne sucked in his breath. Riley was fucking perfect, understanding but totally dominating all at the same time.
He sucked Riley’s cock until Riley couldn’t stay still, and then he simply relaxed and let Riley fuck his mouth. When he could tell Riley was close, he wrapped a hand around his own cock, working himself faster and faster. He was going to come. He couldn’t stop it. Fuck! He choked around Riley’s cock as pleasure seared through him and he came.
Riley pulled back to let him enjoy his climax, but as Thorne reentered the real world, Riley thrust back into his mouth. Thorne fucking loved the feel of Riley using him like that. His cock never fully softened.
After Riley came, he ordered Thorne back to his feet, and then he took a turn kneeling.
“Riley, I just… I don’t think…”
“I’ll decide what you can do,” Riley said. Then he proceeded to suck Thorne until he came a second time, so hard it hurt.
Thorne wavered on his feet, having to steady himself on the back of the couch.
“Let me help you,” Riley said, wiping his mouth as he stood.
Together they stumbled around the couch, and Thorne flopped down on his side. Riley sat by him and stroked his sweaty hair. “Are you okay?”
Thorne nodded. He was well and truly fucked out, and he’d never felt better.
“I’ll be back with some water in just a second.”
Thorne was starting to doze by the time he returned. “Drink this and then rest,” Riley told him.
Thorne was asleep before he’d taken more than a few sips.
***
When Thorne walked into the kitchen, Riley looked up from the stove. “Done napping, old man?”
Thorne flipped him off. “Is the curry ready? I’m starving.”
“It is, but the rice is still cooking. Here, have an appetizer.”
Thorne took the piece of naan Riley offered him.
“It’s stuffed with paneer.”
That sounded so good. Thorne took a bite. “Mmmm. Did you make these?”
Riley shook his head. “You saw me buy them, but obviously you had other things on your mind at the time.”
Other things indeed. “You think?”
Riley ignored him. “I can make naan, though. I need to work on breads actually, so maybe I’ll make some next week.”
“That sounds great. Should we make the icing?”
“Are you asking to cook?”
“I am,” Thorne said.
“Wow, I must have rattled your brains.”
“Ha!”
“Here. Measure out the cocoa. You can read the recipe.” He pointed to his tablet, which he’d propped up on the counter.
Once they’d added softened butter, powdered sugar, and vanilla, Thorne used the mixer under Riley’s direction. The icing was incredible. “It’s that easy?”
Riley grinned. “I’ll have you do it alone next time.”
Thorne stuck his tongue out.
“Very mature, Mr. Shipton. Actually this icing is easy. The trick is in the subtle flavoring.” He added a touch of orange extract and some zest and mixed again. “Taste it now.”
Thorne’s eyes widened. “That’s incredible.”
“Yes, it is.”
The curry was orgasmically good, and the cupcakes hadn’t suffered much under Thorne’s hands. He wished he had the energy to enjoy smearing them all over each other like they had before, but he was completely worn out. Once they’d eaten, they settled on the couch to watch Raiders of the Lost Ark, another of the “classic” films Riley was into. At least no one could argue with Harrison Ford.
Riley snuggled against Thorne, half lying on top of him. The couch was much smaller than the one in their apartment, but Thorne couldn’t have been more comfortable. “This is perfect,” he said.
“Yeah,” Riley responded. “It really is.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Thorne woke first the next morning. He glanced over at Riley, sleeping soundly, looking so young and innocent, and his chest tightened. He loved this man. He wanted forever with him.