“I’ve got you.” Kissing the side of Rain’s head and ear, Garrick established a slow, devastating pace that felt like climbing steps at a lighthouse. Up, up, up, circling and circling until he wanted to expire from all the delicious energy coursing through him.
“Fuck. That...it’s too much. Need...” Writhing against Garrick, he tried to force a faster pace. Fuck waiting. He needed in a way he wasn’t sure he’d ever needed before.
“Sssh. Let me give you this. I’ll get you there, baby.” If anything, Garrick slowed his touch, each stroke making Rain’s control crack further, each endearment taking him apart more and more.
“Yesssss.” Even with the slowness, heat still licked at his balls, made his thighs tense. He might come, exactly like this, not the race to the top from earlier but a total body release, everything he had sinking into Garrick, into this moment.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let go.” Garrick’s encouragement got him that much closer, made him gasp and make inarticulate needy whimpers.
“Need to come.”
“Soon.” Releasing a harsh chuckle, Garrick seemed to vibrate with tension, every breath mirroring Rain’s harsh pants.
“Please.”
“You’re not the only one who wants this to last forever. Damn, you are so, so sexy.” Finding Rain’s mouth for another kiss, Garrick slowed down further, making the orgasm that had seemed imminent a few seconds ago retreat, a butterfly just out of reach.
“Crazy sexy more like. Please.” It was all too much, the drag of the silky robe against his skin, Garrick’s dirty talking voice, and his devastating touch.
“Not like you don’t know you’re hot as fuck. Especially like this.” Twisting his grip, Garrick did something with his palm that had Rain seeing stars, shards of light erupting behind his eyelids, making him clutch at Garrick that much harder.
“More.”
“Yeah. Okay.” Garrick’s breath was coming as fast as Rain’s now, him sounding like giving in to Rain’s demands was a surrender of sorts, as if he was as far gone as Rain was.
“That’s it.” Rain was close to weeping, fingers digging hard into Garrick’s arms, so damn grateful when Garrick quickened the pace. His hips bucked, chasing every stroke.
“Fuck. Like that. Fuck my fist.” Teeth grazing Rain’s ear, Garrick tightened his grip, making them both moan.
“Don’t stop.”
“Not gonna. Come, baby. Come for me.” Like he had a direct line to Rain’s brain, Garrick sped up, fast hard strokes that had Rain’s balls tightening again, this time tipping over from close to inevitable, pressure building to that point of no return that made the whole world go bright and wonderful.
“Fuck. Fuck. Garrick.” He shot so hard he was pretty sure at least one volley landed on Garrick, the rest painting his abs and chest with messy stripes. Still shaking, he grabbed for the towel with rubbery fingers. Next to him, however, Garrick was breathing like a marathon runner on that last hill, whole body tense.
“Can I...” Garrick shoved a hand inside his boxers.
“Fuck yes. Tell me how to help.” Making fast work with the towel, Rain pressed firmly against Garrick, both to give him something to rub against and because he was damn greedy, wanting to soak up all Garrick’s pleasure.
“Touch my arms like that again. Please.” Now that was an unexpected request, but Rain happily complied, stroking Garrick’s forearms and biceps.
“This?”
“Yeah. Harder. Like when you were about to come. Damn. Fuck that was hot.” Garrick’s eyes were squished shut and his hand on his cock was barely moving, but his body stiffened as soon as Rain grabbed his arms harder with his fingertips, gripping rather than stroking.
“Yeah, it was. Never came so hard before.” He didn’t even have to pretend to be back in that moment as his whole body still tingled and his breath came as little gasps and sighs, which apparently ramped Garrick up too as he moaned softly whenever Rain made a noise. His free hand drifted through Rain’s hair, holding him close. Wanting to do more, Rain pressed a kiss to Garrick’s neck, licking up a rogue drop of sweat and teasing along its contours.
“Oh hell. That. Yeah. Kiss me there again.” Garrick shuddered as soon as Rain did it, using his tongue to tease all along Garrick’s neck, trying to find more places that made him moan and curse. Eyes still shut, his body was as rigid as a stack of textbooks. “Need...”
“Anything.” Acting more on instinct than anything else, Rain dug his fingers into the meat of Garrick’s biceps right as he nipped at the curve of Garrick’s neck, the spot that had seemed to get the biggest reaction from his attentions.
“That... Fuck. There. Right there.” Garrick went impossibly stiffer, then the tension seemed to recede in waves, leaving him flushed and shuddering. Rain felt like he had witnessed the solar eclipse, exhilarated and awestruck and incredibly grateful simply to be there.
“Wow.” He pressed a flurry of softer kisses to Garrick’s neck and shoulders. “Did you...”