Atlas gave his head a shake, returning to Declan’s lips. “I’m done waiting. I’ve never done that and I’m scared my mom will kick my ass any time I break the rules, but we don’t need condoms. I’m on PrEP. All my tests have been clear and I want all of you. I want you to be mine.”
A broken, shivering gasp burst from Declan. “Yes! Please!” He was urgent as he clutched at Atlas’s body and writhed beneath him.
“Shhh…” Atlas sucked on Declan’s chin before licking along his jaw and nibbling his ear. “I’ve wanted to do this from the moment we first met. I’m not hurrying now that I can finally touch and taste you,” he whispered, causing goosebumps to spill down Declan’s neck as he shivered. Atlas loved the feel of them and the taste of Declan’s skin as he licked his throat and his clavicle. His strangled whimpers and moans made Atlas hungrier and he was rewarded with yelps and swears as he sucked on Declan’s nipples. Atlas shifted lower so he could nuzzle the trail of hair from Declan’s navel to the base of his straining erection. He groaned euphorically as he breathed him in and Atlas’s eyes rolled in delight at the taste of Declan’s sac. He tasted like soap, just a touch of clean sweat, and aroused flesh. Declan was utterly perfect and Atlas greedily devoured anything he could get his lips and tongue on.
“Oh, fuck!Atlas!” Declan held onto Atlas’s head and clawed at the bed.
“Mmmm…” Atlas agreed as he took Declan deep into his throat and sucked hard. He was rewarded with a burst of sweet, salty pre-cum. And there was so much of it. “You taste so good.”
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”
Atlas chuckled, feeling a little like a god as he kissed his way down Declan’s shaft and sac. He scooted lower and got comfortable between Declan’s thighs. He’d spent hours imagining this and planned to savor every moment and every one of Declan’s desperate cries. And Declan was so sweet and so soft under his balls and Atlas’s mouth watered at the taste of his ass.
“Fuck!” He groaned, angling his head so he could suck on the puckered flesh around Declan’s hole. “This is mine!” It was more of a plea and Atlas’s cock throbbed with every sweep of his tongue. Declan tasted like heaven and he sounded like a siren. He sobbed Atlas’s name as his head thrashed and his hands clutched at the duvet. But Atlas took his time, sliding a finger into Declan’s hole and slowly working it in and out. “Hold on,” he whispered, then rose and reached over Declan for the nightstand. Atlas opened the drawer and swiped the bottle of lube. “Come here.” He captured Declan’s lips and pulled his thigh around his waist. Atlas kissed Declan as he lazily fingered his ass, preparing him and making him frantic.
“I promise I’m ready!”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Atlas crooned against Declan’s lips and felt them pull tight with a wince.
“I kind of want it to,” he confessed.
“Is that so?” Atlas attempted to be cool, but his bravado was whisper-thin. He rolled Declan onto his back and Atlas could already feel the pressure building in his sac. There was one really good way for Atlas to slow things down if he got too close, too fast. “I know you said you haven’t…with a lot of people, but do you ever…top?” He asked as he rubbed the head of his cock against Declan’s hole.
“Yeah.” Declan nodded jerkily and licked his lips as he squinted at Atlas. “A few times. I like everything and we can try anything you want,” he babbled.
“Good.” Atlas smiled wolfishly at Declan. “I love ass play, but I can’t get off like that.”
“Good.” But Declan didn’t look like he understood or really cared as he reached for Atlas. “Whatever you want but could you maybe make it really hard and hurt for a little bit?”
“I can do that.”
Once Atlas was sure Declan was ready. He leaned back so he could watch as the head of his cock pressed against Declan’s hole. He nudged forward and Atlas was mesmerized as he carefully worked each inch of his shaft into Declan’s slick, clenching heat. And he was so hot and so tight…
“Christ, Declan.” Atlas fell forward and shuddered against Declan’s lips as his hips pumped harder and faster, filling him with deep, driving thrusts.
“That’s so good!” Declan panted as his limbs wound around Atlas, pulling him closer and deeper. Atlas shook his head, dizzy and in disbelief.
“I’ve never felt anything this good. You’re so perfect. You’re everything, Dec.” His tongue thrust and swirled possessively as he claimed everything he tasted and touched. Atlas felt a charge and his soul ignited as it merged with Declan’s. Atlas gave in, losing himself in the pleasure swelling in his groin. They were sweaty and delirious as they swore against each other’s tongues, bucking and grabbing. They were loud, greedy, and wild, and it was the most primal and erotic moment of Atlas’s existence. He’d never felt more connected to another human being or more desired. “Hold on,” he whispered when he could feel his control slipping.
Atlas pulled out and quickly coated Declan’s shaft with lube. They both moaned ecstatically as he straddled Declan and slowly rode his cock. The stinging and the stretching was just enough to pull Atlas back from the brink as another wave of warm pleasure spilled down his limbs.
“Fuck! Atlas!” Declan rose on an elbow and he was crying as he reached for Atlas. Their lips crashed and they were one, taking their breaths from each other as their bodies settled into the same rhythm. “I can’t—! It’s too good! You feel too good!” He choked out before his eyes rolled back and Declan screamed Atlas’s name.
A hot, wet plume flooded Atlas’s core as Declan bucked off the bed. “Dec!” Atlas clenched his jaw as his prostate was crushed and blinding heat and pleasure flashed. But he held on, waiting until Declan was finished writhing beneath him to dismount. Atlas readjusted, then slid right back into Declan’s tight heat and let go. He grabbed Declan by the hair as their lips locked and Atlas’s hips pumped swift and hard.
“Yes!” Declan screamed as he came again, his passage becoming brutally tight around Atlas. It was too much and Atlas’s nerves snapped. He burst into light and heat as cum rushed from his cock, spilling deep in Declan’s core.
“Dec. Mine.” Atlas huffed, delirious and utterly spent as he gathered Declan in his arms and rolled onto his side. They held each other tight, tangled and breathless as their bodies cooled. “Please be mine.” He’d felt possessive and like he was claiming Declan just moments earlier. But now that his brain and his heart were working, Atlas felt reverent and more joyful than he’d ever felt in his life.
“I’ve been yours since that first night, when you brought Speed back from the hangar. Maybe before then…” Declan mused dreamily.
“I felt the same way, but I didn’t want to come on too strong and scare you,” Atlas confided.
“You have got to be kidding!” Declan pushed off of Atlas’s chest so he could glare at him. “This whole time I’ve been afraid I’d scareyouoff. I didn’t want to look like a stalker if I got a job and found a place here before we’d even had an official date.”
Atlas couldn’t stop the laugh that swelled from him and he pulled Declan back into his arms. “I have to stop worrying I’ll break you.”
“You?” Declan gave him a dubious look. “I know you’d never hurt me. And I might be afraid of my shadow, but no one’s ever going to break me. I’ve had my ass kicked so many times that I’ve lost count and I’ve been called the worst things you can imagine. I’ve been treated like I was worse than trash just about my whole life, but I wouldn’t let my dad or anyone who hated him break me.”