Ryan had his enormous hands on Fabian’s back, but he kept them on top of his shirt. Fabian wanted to rip the shirt off. He wanted every scrap of fabric between them gone, but more than that, he wanted to respect Ryan’s boundaries. So he threaded the fingers of one hand in Ryan’s thick hair and planted the other on the mattress. He would let Ryan set the pace.
He could feel Ryan’s erection, though. It was...difficult to ignore. He didn’t like to think of himself as someone who cared about size, but the bulge in Ryan’s jeans was certainly intriguing. And encouraging. Ryan couldn’t beentirelyuncomfortable right now.
“You are a fantastic kisser,” Fabian murmured, remembering that he was supposed to be providing positive reinforcement.
“Thanks.”
“You can touch me, if you want. Under the shirt, I mean.” He nipped Ryan’s earlobe and whispered, “I’ll let you get to second base.”
Ryan laughed and gently freed the hem of Fabian’s shirt from his pants. He slid his hands under the shirt, gripped Fabian’s waist, and curled his thumbs around to rest on his stomach. Ryan’s hands were so large on Fabian’s slim frame that his fingertips nearly met on Fabian’s spine. Fabian wanted those hands everywhere. He squirmed, trying to encourage Ryan to explore, and his ass brushed Ryan’s erection.
“Sorry,” Fabian said. “Do you want me to move somewhere else? It’s kind of hard to avoid that thing.” Then he quickly added, “Not that I want to avoid it. But you want me to, right?”
“I, um...”
“Anything you want. Tell me.”
“Could—could you do that again?”
Fabian could tell the words had cost Ryan something, so he didn’t tease him. “Gladly.” He rotated his hips, slower this time, as he gave Ryan his best attempt at a lap dance. His ass caressed the substantial length of Ryan’s cock, and Ryan shuddered beneath him.
“Oh god.”
“Good?”
“Yeah. Fuck. Keep going.”
Encouraged, Fabian sat up straighter and kept his hips moving in a slow, grinding pattern as he peeled his shirt off over his head.
“Oh,” Ryan breathed. “Wow.”
“Touch me,” Fabian breathed. “Please.”
Ryan’s hands slid up his sides and across his chest, pausing to gently rub his nipple piercing. He had worn one of his more ornate ones tonight: a silver filigree clicker with dark blue stones. When Ryan brushed his thumb over it, Fabian lost his rhythm.
“Holy shit,” he said, then laughed. “You’d think I’d get used to that.”
“I like this,” Ryan said. His voice was a low rumble that went straight to Fabian’s balls. “It suits you.”
“Have at it,” Fabian panted.
“Come here. I want to kiss you.”
Fabian fell forward, sliding his hands under the hem of Ryan’s tank top as he brought their lips together. Ryan held the back of Fabian’s head as he kissed him, his thumb caressing the side of his throat. Fabian loved his hands. He wanted those long, thick fingers wrapped around his dick. He wanted them inside him.
“Can I take this off?” Fabian asked, tugging at Ryan’s shirt.
“Yeah. Okay. Let me—” He did a crunch and quickly yanked both his shirts off, then lay back on the mattress.
“Look at you. Gorgeous.”
Ryan’s stomach was flat—not a six-pack, but definitely toned—with a trail of dark red hair leading down from his belly button. His pecs werespectacular; huge and solid and blanketed with more red hair. He had no visible tattoos or piercings, but there were several bruises and scars.
Fabian didn’t even realize he’d been absently smoothing his palms over Ryan’s torso until Ryan stopped him by gently pulling one of his hands to his mouth and kissing the inside of his wrist.
“Do you want me to stop?” Fabian asked.
“No. I’m actually really fucking turned on right now.”
