Did… Had it been as bad for Nick as it had been for him? Could it be possible?
“And then I get that call from Roman bloody Demidov,” Dominic said. “Why did you decide it was a good idea to break into the house of a Russian crime boss?”
I wanted to make up for my mistake and get some proof for MI6.
He could have said that.
He didn’t.
Sam told Dominic the truth, the truth he’d been in denial about.
“It was an excuse to see you again.”
Dominic’s nostrils flared.
His hand finally touched Sam’s cheek, the touch barely there but so good, and a small whine rose deep from Sam’s chest. He turned his head to press his trembling lips to Dominic’s hand, feeling embarrassed by his neediness but unable to control himself. “I’m sorry,” he whispered urgently. “For ruining your mission and creating problems for you at work. I wanted to stop being such a parasite, to do the right thing and stay away, but—but—” He squeezed his eyes shut, self-deprecation making his eyes sting. “I’m not—I wasn’t strong enough—I’m sorry—”
Dominic leaned their foreheads together. “Silly boy,” he said roughly, stroking Sam’s cheek and neck lightly. “I don’t know where you got the inane idea that you were a parasite, but if you ever say it again, I’ll spank you for real.” Cradling Sam’s face in a rather hard, punishing grip, Dominic pressed his mouth to Sam’s cheek, then the other one, his lips parted and his breathing shallow and fast. “Fuck, Sammy—I want—” With a small groan, he fit his lips against Sam’s and licked his way into his mouth.
Sam made a noise that didn’t even sound human, his mind going blissfully empty as Dominic gave him a deep, positively filthy kiss. He couldn’t even kiss back, so overwhelmed he was. He could only squirm under Dominic’s heavy body and take the assault on his mouth, letting Dominic do whatever he wanted as long as he didn’t stop. He couldn’t even understand anymore what was going on, what this meant or why Dominic was devouring his mouth as though it was a feast and he was a starved man. Sam felt too starved himself to care. His mind was too slow and muddled with desire and relief (finally, missed you, need you need you need you), so it took him an embarrassing amount of time to notice that Dominic was carrying him somewhere, their mouths still joined.
Bed. This was a bed he was on, and then he was naked, and then Dominic was naked too, naked and on top of him, and there was so much skin that he felt dizzy and overwhelmed.
He lost track of time in a way he’d never had during sex. It wasn’t as though Sam had never felt desire; this was something else. He’d never lost himself in a man until Dominic, and the feeling was as scary and overwhelming as it was exhilarating.
Distantly, as though in a dream, Sam registered someone moaning and whining before realizing that it was him. It was his hands roaming all over Dominic’s wide, magnificent back and digging into the muscles of Dominic’s buttocks as Dominic took both of their cocks into his hand and started stroking them together, kissing him non-stop. It was glorious, it was amazing, but it was nowhere near enough. After months apart, he felt too hungry and clingy, needing more, more, and more, needing to feel Nick everywhere: on him, under him, around him, inside him, as deep as he could get until Sam sated the months-long hunger burning his body from the inside out.
“Nick,” Sam managed, panting, his eyes wide and unseeing as Dominic’s lubed hand jerked them both off. Words. He needed words. “That’s not—that’s not enough. Need you.”
He probably wasn’t making any sense, considering that Dominic was giving him the handjob of his life.
“Yeah,” Dominic said, sucking on his neck. He sounded as gone as Sam felt. “I know, baby.” His hands kneaded Sam’s thighs and pushed them apart. “Wanna get deeper in you, fuck into you so good you’d never get my come out of you.” He lifted his head from Sam’s neck and looked down at him, his unfocused gaze suddenly turning amused. He gave Sam a crooked smile, shaking his head. “Fuck, sometimes I hear the stuff that comes out of my mouth and just…”
Sam chuckled dazedly, looping his arms around Dominic’s neck, and dragged him into another kiss. He didn’t want to talk. He wasn’t sure he could talk. He could only moan and kiss Dominic desperately, his skin oversensitive and crawling with hunger and need.
Fuck me, get in me, wanna feel you from the inside.
Sam wasn’t sure he was saying those words aloud, but he must have been, because Dominic was pushing a slick finger inside him, and Sam absolutely lost it, whining and gasping and demanding more.