“Oh, you’re a teasing bastard.” Owen’s growl turned into a moan of pleasure when Jeremy’s mouth opened over his erection.
He took him deep while his finger started thrusting in and out of his ass.
“Yes. Fuck yeah, Jeremy.” Owen’s hips lifted helplessly, his knees bending and heels digging into the mattress. “It’s so good, babe. God, you know I love it.”
He knew. Jeremy savored the salt of him, tracing each vein and ridge with his tongue and swallowing until he felt the pearly drop on the head of Owen’s shaft and knew he was close.
Love you, baby. Gonna make you come so hard.
He pressed his finger against Owen’s prostate and rubbed, sucking harder when he heard Owen shout his name. “Jeremy!”
His eyes closed as Owen came, the hot taste filling his mouth and going to his head like an aphrodisiac. Now he would take him like this. Face to face. Nothing between them.
He rose onto his knees and reached for the lube again, coating his erection as he watched Owen shudder with aftershocks. Bracing one hand on the bed, he came down over Owen’s body and used the other hand to grip the base of his shaft. “Look at me.”
Beautiful blue eyes dilated with passion met his. “Welcome home, Owen Finn.”
When the head of his cock pressed through the ring of tight muscles that led to heaven, Jeremy let out a ragged groan. “Oh, baby.”
“Fuck,” Owen gasped out, wrapping his legs around Jeremy’s waist. “Untie me. I want to touch you.”
“Fuck off,” Jeremy growled playfully. His hips slung forward, slowly filling the ass that was so tight around him it made him see stars. “This is mine. All mine.”
Owen’s legs tightened, pulling him closer. Deeper. “Jesus, that is a big, fat cock. I need it all, Jeremy. Fuck me.”
Jeremy leaned down and brushed his lips across Owen’s, pressing their foreheads together. “Love you,” he corrected softly, determined not to let Owen drive him to rush this. “I’m loving you, Owen. Let me.”
An expression of vulnerability crossed Owen’s face. “Love me then. Just…don’t stop.”
Surprised and breathless with love, Jeremy vowed, “Never.”
He kissed Owen again as he started to move, pumping slow and deep inside his lover. His.
You’re mine, Owen. Truly mine.
So good, he thought, his tongue dueling with Owen’s and his hips rocking gently against him. So good, baby.
Owen tore his mouth away with a groan. “You’re trying to kill me as punishment. I swear I’ll call next time. You can even grow that damn beard back if you want to. Just—I need it.”
“What do you need, baby?”
Owen snarled, clamping his thighs on Jeremy’s waist almost painfully. “Love me harder.”
Jeremy shuddered, unable to resist the demand. “Yes, Master Finn.”
“I’ll show you Master Finn. As soon as I get free I’m going to spank that ass so—Jesus, yes. Fuck. Jeremy, yes!”
Jeremy was powering into him, deep and hard the way he knew Owen needed it. The way he needed it. He looked into those blue eyes and watched Owen’s face transform as sensation overwhelmed him. “You love it. Love me. You can’t get enough.”
Owen’s head was pressing back hard on the pillow beneath him. “I’ll never get enough. Christ, like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Jeremy. I love it. Love you. God knows I do.”
Jeremy felt the red haze of need pull him under as he started to lose control. He was so close. He never wanted to stop but he was so damn close... “Owen!”
He pumped his hips as the scalding jets of his climax filled the ass beneath him. Owen was muttering his name and moaning for him but all Jeremy could do was let the waves wash over him, his body shuddering. “So good.”
It took a few minutes to recover, but then he kissed Owen again, pulling out gently and rolling off the bed to grab a wet washcloth from the bathroom. He came back and slid the cloth over his lover’s body tenderly. “Your turn for aftercare. Damn, you are a perfect specimen, Owen Finn. I want to draw you like this.”
Owen chuckled. “Well it’s not an explosion, but you’d probably sell more copies because, yes, I am that attractive.”
He used the cloth to snap him on his hip and Owen yelped and then scowled. “What did you want me to say? Do it, Jeremy? Draw me like one of your French gi—”
When Jeremy covered his mouth with a hand, Owen’s eyes sparkled with laughter.
He couldn’t help but smile in return. “And now the moment is ruined.” Owen licked his palm and Jeremy lifted his hand with a sigh. “What?”
“If you untie me, I’ll go make us some breakfast to celebrate our first successful round of make-up sex.”
He reached up to untangle the knot of his suspenders. “The first round?”
Owen nodded. “I know neither of us has actually been in a relationship before, but I’ve heard from people who have that make-up sex is vital. I also think it doesn’t count as an actual cessation of hostilities unless you do it three times.”