“I thought you were gonna join me?” Day said from the doorway.
God spun around surprised he’d been snuck up on so easily. Had he been that consumed? He was about to say some form of apology when his response fell away from his lips. His gaze roamed over his husband’s dripping, naked body clad only in a plush white cotton towel tied low around his waist. He was so wet he was leaving a trail of water at his feet. So fresh from the shower that the scent of his body wash was reaching God before Day even entered his space.
“Do you want to argue with me?” Day said quietly into the dark. He put his hands on his hips, drawing God’s attention to the sharp points that led to the bulge pushing against the front of the towel.
When his husband came at him like that, he knew the last thing on his mind would be arguing. Whatever the quarrel Day had with him... he’d already won when he stepped through the door. God lowered his head, feeling guilty and dropped the crime scene photos from his hand. He hadn’t meant to stay down there so long. They had a rule that office shit had to stay at the office. When they were home, he needed his husband, and Day needed him. Fuck. He frowned at himself, his voice thick with exhaustion. “I’m sorry, Leo.”
“Don’t be sorry, Cashel... be with me,” Day shot back. His voice was stern and sexy. He strolled towards him, his hazel eyes igniting with fire, and instantly God’s body stirred and his blood warmed. Day’s honey-brown hair was darker when it was wet and sticking up in spikes, his tanned skin, flushed and warm from his shower.
God walked around his desk and met his husband halfway. Day collided with his chest, his strong arms going around his neck. God gripped Day’s chin and tilted his head back, going for his mouth—that smart, rude, sexy mouth. He slid his tongue inside the moment Day opened wider for him and lost himself in his world. His palms glided over taut muscles and he indulged for as long as he wished, their moans and sucking on each other’s tongues, the only sounds in the room. When he couldn’t take the build-up anymore he spun them around and bent to lick at the drops of cool water that still trickled down Day’s body.
His cock pressed painfully against the fly of his jeans while he ran the flat of his tongue over those tight pecs. The back of Day’s legs hit the desk and God nudged him until he was lying flat on his back, his legs spread wide and full of him. He stared down at his greatest treasure while he unfastened his belt and lowered his jeans, then his boxer briefs until they gathered around his knees. It’d been over a week since they’d been able to come together and he didn’t want to waste another second by removing all of his gear and clothes.
He hefted Day’s toned legs up higher on his waist and lowered his head so he could lick him from his cock to his throat. Day arched his back and squeezed his thighs around him. God was in heaven. Water pooled in his mouth during his journey, and he drank it down as if he was dying of thirst, the greed in him making him go for more.
“You taste so good, Leo.” God groaned, nibbling on his husband’s firm nipple that tasted fresh and clean on his tongue.
Day released his hair from the elastic band and gripped it tight enough to get his attention but not insult him. It was perfect. God thrust his dick towards Day’s ass, wanting inside him. Day had come to him this boldly he should know there was no way he’d be able to take it slow.
“Since you made me get ready in the shower by myself.” Day panted against his cheek after pulling him down for a long, possessive kiss. He pulled the lube he had rolled up in the towel around his waist and slammed it into his hand. “Make it up to me.”
God squeezed a generous amount onto his two thickest fingers and pushed them deep inside Day, eliciting a reaction that made his cock leak. Day’s slick walls locked around his digits and pulsed rhythmically, making him bite his bottom lip at the obscenities that threatened to escape. Again, his husband had worked his mind and body until he began to feel as if nothing else really mattered. Only this.
“Inside me. Now,” Day hissed when God pushed his fingers upward.
God slathered more lube onto his dick but Day was more than wet enough inside. He shook with the restraint to stay in control. He knew where his lover’s body could take him and he craved that high like a dope fiend wanting their next fix. He spread his legs as far as his restrictive jeans would allow and leaned in, pressing his cock to Day’s hole. He released a slow breath and pushed inside in one long, smooth drive until his pelvis was pressed firmly against Day’s ass cheeks.