Chapter Seventeen
Hank rolled off Dox and lay next to him, on his left, where he’d indicated. He watched as Dox sat up and shucked his shorts and briefs and then grabbed something from the nightstand drawer before he stretched out next to Hank, his left arm extended toward him.
It was obvious what he wanted, and Hank eagerly snuggled next to him again.
He hadn’t realized how desperately freakinglonelyhe’d been. He’d known it, but in one of those you kind ofignore it or else you’ll crysort of ways.
He also hadn’t missed how Dox’s cock was erect.
In his right hand, Dox held a bottle of lube, and he drizzled some over his cock and snapped the bottle closed. After dropping the bottle to the bed, he fisted his cock and turned his face toward Hank, where he kissed him again.
Dox wasn’t a bad kisser, either, come to think of it.
“Put your hand over mine,” Dox softly said.
He did. As Dox slowly started stroking his cock, Hank realized what Dox was doing. Getting him used to it, easing him into things.
Dammit, I love this guy.“You don’t have to make me start in the kiddie pool,” Hank said.
Dox smiled. “Myrules.I’min control. This is how I want you to do it with me this time.”
Hank returned his smile. “Yes, Sir.”
Dox took slow strokes, squeezing the head as he tugged at the end, giving a little twist at the base. This was the first time Hank had ever touched another guy’s cock, but he was too busy enjoying the next kiss Dox laid on him to ponder that for long.
A few minutes later, Dox was watching his face as he slid his hand out of the way and had Hank take over, covering Hank’s hand with his own so he could still guide him.
Hank stared into Dox’s eyes before he leaned in and kissed him once more. Dox curled his left arm, where Hank was tucked against him, and buried his fingers in Hank’s hair to hold him in place, taking over the kiss. As Hank grew more sure of himself and how he was stroking Dox, Dox eased his hold around Hank’s hand.
Dox’s gaze grew soft even as his breathing turned ragged, catching, his hips starting to work in time with Hank’s strokes.
“Just like that,” Dox whispered. “Fuck,yeah, baby.Justlike that.”
Hank felt desperate to make him come, to give him a fraction of the pleasure Dox had just given him. “This what you used to fantasize about, Sir?”
Dox smiled, his gaze now heavy and hooded. “Ooooh, yeah. Part of me always hoped you’d joke around, wondering what it felt like jerking another guy off. I would’ve volunteered to go first and jerk you off. In a heartbeat.Mmm.”
Fuuuck.
He’d been clueless. Totally clueless.
It wasn’t like he would have randomly hooked up with any dude, but the more he thought about it…
Yeah. If he was ever going to experiment like that back then, Dox would’ve been the only guy he would’ve done it with.
Hank watched Dox’s face as he stroked his cock for him. His own cock was definitely starting to recover and show renewed interest.
Live the rest of his life with this man?
Not only was it looking like the practical option, but the more they did together, the more it was looking like a damned spiffy option, in Hank’s opinion.
Dox’s lips parted as his cock filled with heat, turned even hotter inside Hank’s fist. “Please don’t stop,” Dox gasped.
Hank’s confidence soared, prompting his cock to fully inflate. There was a dramatic difference between the theoretical part of being with another guy, and the fact that this man, who’d just professed his deep and decades-long love for him, lay vulnerable before him, literally begging him for relief.
Sure, he appreciated the irony in that he’d agreed to let Dox be in control. Except in this exact moment, he currently felt more powerful and in charge than he’d felt in years.
Hank pressed his forehead to Dox’s again. “I won’t stop, Sir. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. I want to learn how to roll your eyes back in your head.” Dox’s gaze softened even more, helpless and pleading.
