By the time Dominic’s cock slid inside him, Sam was nearly delirious, writhing on Dominic’s cock with low, shameless moans, legs spread so wide that his thighs ached. It was a good ache, but it had nothing on the pleasure rocking his body every time Dominic pulled out and then filled him up to the brim again. The fullness felt unbelievably good, but the drag of Dominic’s cock was too slow. It was positively torture.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Sam croaked out, swaying his hips to meet Dominic’s thrusts. “Harder.”
Sucking a breath in, Dominic folded Sam’s legs to his chest and changed the angle, stabbing Sam’s prostate with short, intense thrusts that made Sam keen, tears springing to his eyes.
It was so intense that Sam could do nothing but just lie there and take it, limp and helpless, impaled on Dominic’s fat cock. It lasted—God, Sam wasn’t even sure how long it lasted. Every muscle in his body was straining with the need for more of Nick, more of his cock, more of everything, even though Dominic was keeping him so full he could feel it all the way in his belly.
“God, look at you,” Dominic said, thrusting hard into him. “You look so damn beautiful with my dick in you.”
Squeezing his eyes shut, Sam moaned, absorbing every thrust of Dominic’s cock and losing himself in the pleasure. But he couldn’t come, balancing on the edge and unable to trip over.
“Fuck, Sammy,” Dominic said hoarsely, mouthing the side of his face and slamming into him. “God, I love you.”
Sam’s eyes snapped open and he came with a strangled sob, his hole clenching around Dominic’s cock. Dominic growled and slammed into him a few more times before going still.
Struggling to steady his breathing, Sam stared at the ceiling, wide-eyed. Dominic was practically crushing him under his weight, but Sam barely noticed that.
“Sorry, I’m probably heavy,” Dominic mumbled and rolled them over, so that Sam was on top of him.
Sam leaned his flushed cheek against Dominic’s chest, telling himself not to read too much into Dominic’s words. People said some stupid shit during sex; he was guilty of that, too.
But what if Dominic meant it?
When Dominic’s heartbeat became steadier and slower, Sam murmured hesitantly, “Nick?”
“Mmm?” Dominic said, his hand stroking Sam’s back before settling on his ass.
“Did you mean it?” Sam said, his voice smaller than he would have liked. “You really love me?”
Dominic’s chest stopped moving for a moment before he resumed breathing.
“Before you left,” he started, threading his fingers through Sam’s hair, “I didn’t know what to make of our relationship, what I wanted it to be. I didn’t know what the hell I wanted from you. Seducing male marks was always such a chore, so I was sure I was completely straight, but then you—it was different with you.”
“Different?”
Dominic’s hand on his ass moved a little. “It was easy to touch you, even in the beginning. I never had to force myself. The first time you wanked while I held you… you know what I thought?”
“What?”
“I thought you looked very pretty in my arms, all flushed and turned on.” Dominic snorted. “Looking back, it’s kind of obvious there was some latent attraction from the beginning, but I didn’t recognize it for what it was because I didn’t think I could be attracted to men. Like, I spent hours trying to find something attractive about Luke so that it would be easier to fake attraction to him, but I didn’t think twice that I never had that problem with you.”
“But—but what about your Japanese woman? You had a date with her in Tokyo.”
Dominic gave a chuckle. “Sammy, I spent the entire Japanese trip trying not to call you every hour like a lovesick schoolboy. To be honest, I hoped the date with Asami would distract me. It was getting embarrassing as hell.”
Sam grinned into Dominic’s chest. “Really? You should have called me every hour. I wouldn’t have minded. I missed you something awful.” His grin faded. That week without Dominic had nothing on the past six months without him. He nuzzled Dominic’s chest, reminding himself that he was right there with him. “And then what?”
“When I wanked to your voice, it became obvious I had a problem,” Dominic said dryly.
Sam blinked, his mind flashing back to Dominic’s last call from Japan. “You, too?”
“I thought you noticed.”
“No,” Sam said, grinning. “I was a little busy at the time. So is that how you knew?”
“No.” The amusement left Dominic’s voice. His hand stopped stroking Sam’s hair and his arm slipped down to wrap tightly around Sam’s naked back. “I was in love with Asami and I felt down after our breakup, but it had nothing on how I felt after you left. Fuck, Sammy.” His arm tightened further, making it hard to breathe, but Sam didn’t complain.