Suddenly clothes began peeling away between hungry kisses. My shirt hit the floor first, then his. I couldn’t stop touching him—his chest, his waist, the soft curve of his hips. I wanted to memorize every inch of him, every freckle, every line.
He gasped when I pushed him back against the pillows, my mouth trailing down his neck, across his collarbone, tasting his skin.
I kissed my way down his chest, pausing to suck his nipple, making him shudder beneath me, before sliding lower, nipping at the line of his stomach as I worked open his designer jeans and tugged them down.
He was already hard, throbbing, aching, and the soft little sounds he made when I kissed the head of his cock were enough to make me groan right back.
But I didn’t want to rush.
I wanted him to feel every second of it.
I wanted to make this count, like we were only now starting to make up forsomuch lost time.
I reached for the lube and the condom from the nightstand drawer—always prepared, always hoping, even when I hadn’t dared believe this would ever actually happen again.
Dean watched me, eyes hungry with need, lips parted, breath shaky.
“God how I want you,” he whispered. “Fuck, Harry… I want you so bad.”
I slicked my fingers, reached down between his legs, and worked him open slowly, gently, my own body quivering at the way he gasped…
The way his hips rolled up to meet my touch…
Needing more from me…
Needingeverythingfrom me.
“Be mine,” I said, leaning down to kiss him again as I slid my fingers deeper, stretching him open until he was trembling beneath me.
“Iamyours,” he breathed. “I always have been.”
I rolled the condom on, lubed myself up, guided myself inside him, inch by inch, watching his face the whole time—watching the way his lips parted on a soft, broken moan, the way his eyes fluttered shut, fingers tightening around my wrist.
“God, yes… Harry,yes!” he gasped, back arching, legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me in deeper.
I gave him a second, let him settle, leaned down and kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his lips.
“You okay? Everything okay?” I asked softly, brushing the hair back from his face.
Dean smiled, nodding. “Everything’s perfect.”
I started to move, slow and steady, rolling my hips into him, burying myself deep with every thrust.
Dean moaned beneath me, clinging tight, meeting every push with a lift of his hips, breathing my name over and over like it was the only word he knew.
“Harry… Harry… Harry!”
I groaned, dipping down to kiss him hard, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, our bodies moving together like we’d done this a thousand times before. Like we were made for it.
The tension built fast, heat twisting low in my belly, my balls ascending quickly. I reached between us, wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts.
Dean came almost immediately, years of pent-up lust gushing from him like I’d just broken his dam wall with a wrecking ball.
He cried out, letting loose a deluge of hot cum between us, body clenching down hard around me as he came, shaking beneath me, breathless and beautiful and helpless as his seed bloomed all over us.
As the convulsions ripped through his body—as his ass muscles crushed my cock—I let out a guttural cry and came inside him, hips bucking, groaning his name as I buried myself deep one last time, the world blurring around the edges as the pleasure tore through me.
When it was done, I collapsed against him, heart pounding, panting, drained.
