When he peeked into the open bedroom, he burst out laughing. Two narrow cots had been pushed together to form a facsimile of a queen-sized bed, with its cheap white duvet turned down at the corner. Around the room, several red candles cast a flickering glow on cinderblock walls.
Misha sat on the edge of the bed, holding out a glass of whiskey.“This is the least romantic setting I can possibly imagine, but it’ll have to do,” he said.
“I question your imagination if you think this is the least romantic setting in existence,” Paris said, nudging the door closed behind him. “What about a sewer, or an abattoir, or—”
“Don’t make it worse,” Misha complained. His eyes scraped over Paris, and he raised an eyebrow and said, “Lose the towel.”
Paris released the soft fabric and stood proudly, basking in the way the other man’s gaze raked over him.
Misha just shook his head and said, “God, that’s beautiful. Come over here.”
“You’re bossy,” Paris said.
He grinned. “I am. It’ll be worth it.”
“Do you always talk this much before sex?”
“No, usually I have a mouth full of someone’s cock,” Misha said without missing a beat. In a blur, he zipped across the room and caught Paris in a hungry kiss, warm hands sliding up his back. His touch brought an electric current, as if his magic was flowing through Paris’s skin. Feeling that touch along his spine, over his ribs, reminded him of how just days ago he’d been aching and half-broken, and it was Misha who had made him whole again. Misha who had cared enough to fix him, Misha who had told him he mattered enough to give a shit about himself.Misha who brought back his brother, snatching the tiniest victory and pulling Paris back from a despair that was swallowing him whole.
He was drifting in a haze of pleasure as they climbed into bed, tangled in each other’s limbs as they kissed and explored. He broke away from Misha, peppering his broad, muscular chest with kisses. Each kiss raised a smattering of goosebumps over Misha’s skin, giving him a lovely texture beneath the warmth.
“It was so cruel of you not to let me do this before,” Paris said.
“I’m a monster, really,” Misha said. His eyes were rich red now, gleaming with hunger. “And now you’re well. Isn’t it amazing what happens when you listen to me?”
“Bastard,” Paris muttered. He placed a kiss at Misha’s hip, letting his teeth scrape lightly before he ventured lower and lower, finally lifting his cock to place a tentative kiss there. With a smile, he stroked and licked until Misha grew stiff, his blood flowing hot and sweet just beneath the soft skin.
Misha let out a groan, then caught a handful of his hair and pulled back lightly. “If you keep that up, you’re going to have a wait a while for me to be ready again,” he said. “And I believe we had a deal.”
Paris grinned and placed a wet kiss at the crown of his cock before circling with his tongue. “Do tell.”
Misha sat up, guiding him to his belly. With those powerful hands, he kneaded into Paris’s shoulders, down his back, over his hips, working out the tension that had gathered there over the stressful weeks. There was a pause, and then a faint smell of scented oil before Misha let a warm trickle pour over his ass.
“How long has it been since you bottomed?” Misha asked.
“A while,” Paris admitted. He shivered as Misha slid a lubed finger into him, and he instinctively pushed back to relax himself. “Just give me a few minutes.”
Misha paused and said, “Is this all right with you? I just assumed when you didn’t object to my offer.”
“It’s great,” Paris said. “My sex life has just been limited for the last year or so. Hands and tongues, and no one has been granted entry to the great beyond for a while.”
Misha laughed, still working him slowly with a single finger. His other hand gently caressed Paris’s back, writing in soft circles that made his skin dance and shiver. Gradually, he added another, that fullness offering a hint of what was to come.
He held back a groan, fingers fisting into the sheets as Misha warmed him up. God, it felt good to be touched and even better to give himself over to someone else. He trusted the others, but he felt secure with Misha in a way he hadn’t in a long time. He knew that he was safe enough to drop his guard now, safe enough to just be with Misha.
Misha was far more patient than he was, teasing and easing until Paris finally blurted, “Would you just fuck me already?”
With a low chuckle, Misha withdrew his fingers and gave him a firm smack on the ass. The feeling of emptiness was an aching void, making him all the more eager for what came next. Warm hands yanked his hips up.Molten heat gathered in his belly as the other man’s cock nudged at him.
Misha bent to kiss the back of his neck, sending another rippling shiver down his spine.“Are you ready for me? I intend to fuck you within an inch of your life, but I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. “It would be unprofessional to leave you compromised and unable to defend your court, after all.”
Jesus, Mary, and all the saints.
“I’m ready,” Paris said.
“Ready for what?” Misha asked. “Say it.”
“Ready for you to fuck me out of my mind,” he said with a laugh.
