Silence stretched, and the heat of Zane’s body made keeping still unbearable, but Roach waited while sweat beaded on his back, his blood pulsed.
Zane bit his lip, flinching when his teeth pressed on the fresh burn, but then his hands wandered up Roach’s neck and cupped his face. “Oh-kay.”
It was barely a hushed whisper, but Roach heard it nevertheless.
His shoulders relaxed, and even though his body was still tense and ready to pounce, he could breathe again. He leaned in for another gentle kiss, and slid one arm under Zane to hold him close. He was sick of them fighting.
There was something different in the way Zane looked at him now, as if warmth had trickled into his irises and gave them a different hue. The hands holding Roach’s face wouldn’t let him back out, and Zane opened his mouth, teasing Roach’s lips with the very tip of his tongue, explicitly inviting him to play for the first time ever.
Roach could have cried at the tenderness of this moment. He wouldn’t, ‘cause that would have made sex fucking weird, but his chest expanded, and he moved his hips, one hand petting Zane’s spine, the other stroking his thigh. He’d been so desperate to see Zane bottoming for him, yet now closed his eyes and melted into the kiss, intent on feeling every last bit of his lover. This moment was precious, delicate, and he’d never felt quite like this when having sex.
Zane made the tiniest whimper and pulled his legs up, wrapping them tightly above Roach’s hips as they moved together without hurry. His hands roamed over Roach’s burning skin, sliding into his hair and beard, pulling at his ears, petting his neck until the narrow space between their bodies was charged and sparked fire whenever Roach dragged his hips back, pushed in, and inhaled warm air straight out of Zane’s mouth.
Thoughts of his dick stretching Zane’s body spiraled in Roach’s head, but he’d leave the dirty talk for next time. Right now, he was too busy kissing that hot, eager mouth. Zane’s touch made him feel wanted, and he forgot himself, moving on top until he was ready to open his eyes, and face his handsome lover.
Zane looked straight at him, so close, so beautiful it was doing something to Roach’s heart. The stunning intimacy of this moment chased away all thoughts of jealousy. That ginger fucker didn’t matter to Zane, and Roach didn’t need to ask to know that. They were together now, and that was all that mattered.
“You’re thick,” Zane mumbled as Roach changed the angle of his thrusts, triggering a jolt of pleasure in them both.
“You like that?” Roach nuzzled Zane’s cheek with another kiss. Joy sparked all over his skin, most intensely where Zane touched him. For such a long time he’d wondered how it would feel to make that step and fuck a man, yet now it came to him like the most natural thing on the planet.
Zane’s gaze was out of focus as he nodded, sucking in air. “I like everything,” he said, rolling his hips in sync with Roach’s thrusts. His hands trailed to Roach’s back and were rubbing all over it in firm caresses, no longer scratching. He was a vision of rosy skin, with lush hair scattered around his face.
Roach loved being under Zane, and he’d learned all about it in the last two months. From having his prostate stimulated, to getting his hole teased during blowjobs, but being able to also give that back to his man? To show that Zane could let go and enjoy the ride while Roach took the wheel? It felt amazing. As if he wasn’t a waste of space. As if he mattered.
He trailed kisses down Zane’s chin and to his neck as he quickened his thrusts into that slippery hole that seemed to exist only to accept him inside. His balls were heavy with the need for release, yet he wanted this to last as long as possible.
Zane gasped for air but threw his head back, presenting his neck to Roach in a silent demand. His skin smelled of the delicious sandalwood and lemon combination Roach had fallen in love with two years back, and as Zane’s flesh grew hotter, as he perspired, the scent became more refined, it intoxicated Roach as he licked along the trembling Adam’s apple.
Zane kept making those cute, barely-there sounds every time Roach entered him, and as the expanding sensation inside Roach intensified, he knew he was hitting the right spot. Zane’s dick was drizzling massive amounts of pre-cum, which now pooled on his chest and stomach, keeping them stuck together.
“I’m sorry,” Zane whined as he wrapped his arms around Roach and pulled him close.
“Hm?” Roach was too busy getting high on sniffing the glue between their bodies to consider what this was about. For all he cared, the most beautiful and destructive of all men lay in his arms, and nothing else would matter until they both came.