“Will you come inside me?” He pleaded and kissed the scar on Cole’s cheek. It had been wrong to pressure him for answers about things that were surely painful. The past didn’t matter. There was just what happened in the present.
It was as if he’d thrown oil into the fire of Cole’s lust. The gentle nips became bites, and Cole all but tore the remaining clothes off Ned. “Yes. Yes. Oh, yes, Neddie. This is for us. Don’t care what others think of it,” he rasped, unbuttoning his underwear at the neck to free himself of it, newly bare skin trembling under Ned’s touch.
Their intimacy wasn’t something Ned could’ve explained to anyone, much less so to people who led a life of crime yet still gave themselves the right to judge him, but it was a powerful force that made Cole’s scent feel like safety. Like home. Like the excitement of discovery. People might have opinions about men like them, but Ned would not let go of Cole. Not ever. He’d engage in whatever acts others might scorn them for and never feel guilt.
“You’re my handsome wolf and I want your bites all over,” he whispered, watching the flesh revealed when Cole kicked off his underthings and gave a brief laugh.
He couldn’t imagine there ever being a man more handsome.
Cole kissed his way down Ned’s chest, his hand patting the sheets in search of their new supplies. The earlier pain was still fresh in Ned’s mind, but knowing Cole genuinely cared for his comfort made him relax a bit despite this being yet another dip into the unknown. His smooth black hair trailed over Ned’s bare skin, delicate like the touch of a feather, and when Cole kissed the underside of Ned’s cock, fumbling with the box of dilators, Ned stretched, throwing his head back as hot syrup replaced the blood in his veins.
When he opened his eyes, his reflection stared back at him from a large mirror in the corner. The delicious curve of Cole’s ass rocked in the air as he nuzzled Ned’s inner thigh, caressing him in preparation for what was about to happen.
Ned’s mouth dried somewhat. He’d be taking a passive role in this act, one that was normally designated to a woman, but he didn’t feel less manly for it. Not with Cole, who would never look down on him. Maybe the roles didn’t matter when two men were involved, and he’d worried over nothing?
When the warm, coarse hands trailed across his body, rubbing skin and kneading muscle, it occurred to him it was comforting to leave Cole in charge. To have him take care of everything and find the right way to coax Ned’s flesh for the deed. How would it feel to have him down there? To sense the movement of Cole’s prick deep inside him and watch his face change as pleasure took over? Would Cole touch Ned’s cock while he fucked him, or reward him once the deed was done?
The wait was excruciating.
“Just no bites to my cock, please.” Ned chuckled and ruffled Cole’s hair, spreading his thighs a bit wider.
The black eyes smiled at him from below, but just as Cole lustfully rolled his tongue over the curve of Ned’s balls, his slick finger pushed against Ned’s opening. He knew it would be coming, but still tensed.
“Relax, Ned, I’ll be taking my time,” Cole said, but his eyes twinkled with wickedness.
“I know, I know.”
The slick touch made Ned breathless, calling back memories of how aroused he’d gotten that morning, before Cole’s thrust had felt like a stab. How it had made his hairs bristle to feel that smooth cockhead sliding between his buttocks. He’d have been lying to himself if he claimed he’d been too horny to consider the possibility of pain. He just… chose not to consider it.
His gaze wandered to their reflection in the mirror as Cole pushed the small dilator against Ned’s hole, his face flushed yet very serious, as if he were a surgeon about to take off the president’s leg. Smooth and cool to the touch, it felt foreign, like a medical device one might’ve been treated with in the privacy of a doctor’s office, yet Cole was here with him, his mouth and hands making this strange situation real.
“Spread your legs wide.” A whisper to make Ned’s balls twitch.
Ned folded his legs until his knees were high and the heels almost touched his butt. A part of him wanted to be kept in the dark about what was going on down there, but curiosity won out, and he dug his elbows into the mattress to lift his head and shoulders. Was Cole excited about this? Did he like the slow preparation, or was it a hindrance he’d like to be done with?
“Do you like seeing me like this?” Ned whispered, and his breath hitched when the slippery device the girth of a man’s thumb slid into him with ease. No pain. Just the strange sensation of being penetrated, which his mind found so unfamiliar. That wasn’t quite true. He loved it when Cole thrust into his mouth like the gentlest of beasts, so perhaps Ned had the capacity to get used to this too. To be excited by the very act of giving himself over to his lover’s pleasure.