“You are right,” Beckett’s father said with a smile, blinking rapidly. “And it’s Edward, not Mr. Smith.”
“Edward?” Noah sat straighter. “Like Eduardo. It’s a lucky name for me.”
Beckett’s father had no idea what Noah was talking about, but it made him laugh.
They finished up their tea and muffins, then Beckett’s father insisted on taking a drooping Aurora home. They all needed a day of thorough rest after staying up all night.
But as soon as Beckett had Noah alone in their bedroom, the door shut behind them and both of them undressing, Noah seemed to get a second wind.
“I love you, Beckett,” he said, throwing his shirt aside and moving over to help Beckett pull off his own shirt. “You know that, don’t you? I love you so much I don’t have words to express it.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth,” Beckett said.
He then proceeded to use that mouth to better express his love by drawing Noah into his arms and kissing him until they were both breathless.
Noah moaned and pressed himself against Beckett, wrapping his arms around Beckett and digging his fingertips into his back. The gesture was amorous and urgent, and it made Beckett smile despite himself.
Noah must have felt the tension in his lips. “What is it?” he asked, leaning back.
“I like it when you’re shameless like this,” Beckett said, grinning and stroking a hand down Noah’s back to squeeze his ass. “It always ends well for me.”
Noah laughed, glancing down for a moment as he moved his hands to the fastenings of Beckett’s trousers, then peeked coquettishly up at him. “You don’t think I’m too much when I’m…frisky?”
It was Beckett’s turn to laugh. “Absolutely not,” he said, fiddling with Noah’s trousers as well. “In fact, I’d say that, no matter how high your spirits get, you’re perfect.”
Noah froze, blinking up at Beckett, his smile dropping. “I’m not,” he said, a catch in his voice. “Not at all.”
Beckett finished with Noah’s trousers and moved his hands to cup Noah’s face. “My love, you are perfect to me when you are frisky and when you are squidgey, because you are mine.”
Noah let out a breath, then surged against Beckett, kissing him furiously and groaning as he did.
They hurried through undressing from there and practically dove into bed with their enthusiasm for each other. Neither of them seemed to be able to get enough of each other as they kissed and stroked and touched everywhere they could. Beckett was just so grateful to have Noah in his arms again that he let his lover do whatever he wanted, which included kissing what felt like every inch of Beckett’s chest and stomach as he inched progressively lower.
When Noah hungrily drew Beckett’s cock into his mouth, it was all Beckett could do not to come immediately. The pleasure was second to none, not because Noah was exceptionally talented in swallowing cock—although he was—but because the pleasure was something shared between the two of them. It was the ultimate expression of love, and Beckett wanted to float and bathe in it for the rest of his life.
“Too close, too close,” he panted as he began to feel the tell-tale signs of climax. He wasn’t ready yet, and he had very specific ideas about how he wanted this encounter to end.
Noah lifted his head to look questioningly at him, his eyes hazy with lust. Beckett took advantage of the moment to pull Noah up along his body, then to flip him to his back. He pressed down over Noah, brushing a hand between them and stroking his hard, weeping prick until Noah was moaning and writhing under him.
“I love you,” he said. He would never be able to say the words enough. “You are mine and I am yours, and we will look out for each other always, won’t we?”
Noah nodded, his skin flushed and his eyes burning with desire. “Yes,” he panted. “Yes, always. I love you, Beckett.”
Beckett kissed him again, then fumbled for the Vaseline on the bedside table. He couldn’t get the lid off or spread the slippery substance over his cock fast enough. Noah had no shame at all about parting his legs and lifting his hips up.
He growled impatiently at Beckett’s attempt to prepare him. “I need you,” he insisted. “It will be alright.”
It would be alright, Beckett was sure. Everything would be alright as long as they were together.
He positioned himself carefully, then pushed into Noah, rocking past his body’s attempt at resistance, then slowly sinking all the way to the hilt as Noah sighed and groaned and pushed against him, demanding more. It was exactly the sort of wild, pleasurable union that he knew he would never get enough of. The two of them were joined as one, and despite the urgency, Beckett thrust slowly, trying to make it last as long as possible.
He couldn’t hold off forever, though, and with Noah moaning and sighing beneath him, he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Noah grasped his own cock as he did, and within a few, beautiful seconds, Noah’s body throbbed around Beckett as Noah came in thick, gorgeous eruptions between them.
The sensations were glorious, and before Noah had stopped, Beckett started to come as well.
“I love you, darling, I love you,” he gasped as everything in his world exploded into perfection. “So much.”
He spilled everything he had into Noah, and when he couldn’t hold himself up any longer, he sank to tangle with his lover in a mess of sweaty arms and legs, kisses and tender touches. They were both sated and exhausted, but they couldn’t get enough of each other. Beckett didn’t think he would ever get enough of his beloved, and that was just fine with him.