Cain was helpless against the curl of need that threaded through Damon’s voice, helpless against the tidal wave of hunger that swamped him. He pumped his hips harder and harder, wanting to imprint himself on Damon, to take possession of him as surely as Damon possessed him.
Damon’s hands splayed out, grabbing at the pillow above his head and squeezing it tight. Their rhythmic panting breaths were curiously aligned. Cain felt a bead of sweat fall from his forehead and land on Damon’s chest, mingling with Damon’s, and it felt incredibly erotic and so fucking right.
He reached down for Damon’s cock, wanting to ratchet his pleasure up even higher, and Damon cried out at the sensation. It only took two fast pumps, and then Damon was coming, his seed spilling out all over his stomach and chest, making a sticky mess between them.
Fuck, yes.
Cain lowered his chest to Damon’s, then reached out and grabbed Damon’s hands, threading their fingers together.
It only took a second before his own release hit, and he cried Damon’s name when it did, his vision whiting out and his muscles seizing as he came, and came, and came, filling the condom inside Damon.
Holy. Hell.
Utterly wrung out, he collapsed fully atop Damon. Without thinking, or evenoverthinking, he laid his head in the crook of Damon’s shoulder, his ear directly over the pounding of Damon’s heart.
He floated like that for minutes or hours or eons, before sensation penetrated the beautiful, white-noise hum of his brain and he had to reach down and deal with the condom as he pulled out.
“Sorry,” he said as Damon winced.
He tied off the condom and threw it in the bucket next to the bed before resuming his position against Damon, who hadn’t moved. It was so serene he wanted to…fuck!
Damon slapped his ass, one firm crack that rent the stillness.
“What the hell?” He lifted his head to find Damon’s eyes twinkling.
“No more apologizing for shit that doesn’t require apologies. Understand?”
Damon grabbed the back of Cain’s neck and pulled his head down again, nestling him even more firmly into the curve of his neck.
Cain bit his lip and smiled. No more apologizing. He really, really liked the sound of that.