Once Hank was rocking his hips in time with Maddox’s movements and softly begging him for release, he stood and reached for the bottle of lube he kept in there. He drizzled a generous amount into his right hand, then pressed his body against Hank’s for another kiss. He leaned back enough he could wrap his fist around both their cocks, drizzled more lube over them, and then slowly started stroking.
“Kiss me, baby,” he hoarsely said to Hank.
Hank draped his arms around Maddox’s neck and kissed him deeply, burying his hands in his hair and softly moaning into his mouth.
This…
Holycrap, this wasperfection. Even if they never progressed past this point, never fucked each other, only did this with each other, it wasstilla lifetime’s more perfection than he ever dreamed possible.
Hank broke their kiss to press his forehead against Maddox’s. “I’m close, Sir,” he gasped.
Maddox slowed his strokes. He was close, too, but he wanted this to last.
Neededit to last.
He stared into Hank’s eyes, memorizing every sweet noise he made, the way he looked at him, his blue eyes heavy hooded and dark, like midnight now.
He slowly twisted his hand at the top of every stroke, gliding around the heads of their cocks and Hank trying to fuck himself into Maddox’s fist with every downstroke. “Right hand,” Maddox said, holding up the lube.
Hank held out his palm and Maddox squirted some into it, more onto their cocks, then dropped the bottle. “Put your hand under mine.”
Hank wrapped his fist around their shafts under where Maddox gripped them. Then Maddox grabbed Hank’s head with his left hand and kissed him again as, together, their hands started moving.
Hunger built between them, feeding off each other and growing in intensity with every stroke. “Almost,” Maddox mumbled against his lips.
Hank nipped Maddox’s lower lip, sucking as he pulled back. “Come for me, Sir. I want to feel it.”
* * * *
And Hankdidwant to feel it. He’d gone from feeling like his world was shattering out of control to being rotated just a quarter of a turn or so, until he snapped perfectly into the place he was always meant to be and never knew awaited him.
There was something so vulnerably erotic about all of this, about Maddox not simply tossing him onto the bed and fucking his ass. Although, as hard as he’d come the last time, and to have a second one this quickly—under someone else’s control—was absolutely fuckingamazing.
“I want to add a new rule,” Maddox hoarsely said.
“Anything.” And Hank meant it.
Maddox fisted Hank’s hair and stared into his eyes. “I want control ofthis. Of when you come. You give that over to me, too. You belong tome. I promise I’ll keep you happy and well-fucked, but if you feel horny? You come tomeandaskfor it.”
A few months ago, if someone had asked that of him he’d have told them to go fuck themselves.
Now?
He felt like he was already headfirst down the rabbit hole.
He was about to commit to this man for life, a man who’d proven his love already.
“Yes, Sir,” he said.
Fierce victory flared in Maddox’s eyes. He sped up his strokes and pulled Hank in for another kiss. They came almost simultaneously, their cocks pulsing against each other and inside their hands, and Maddox had to brace himself against the shower wall with his left hand to remain upright. Still, they kissed, gentling to tender nuzzles as their hands slowed and stopped, remaining wrapped around their softening cocks.
Hank felt it when, with his right hand still in place, Maddox’s pinky started stroking Hank’s fingers. Hank slid his hand up just a hair, so he could lace his index and middle fingers with Maddox’s.
For a long time, neither of them spoke, just staring into each other’s eyes.
“I swear,” Maddox finally said, his voice thick and hoarse. “I’ll take care of both of you.”
Hank closed his eyes and tipped his head forward, against Maddox’s shoulder. “I know, Sir. You already do.”
When they finally climbed out of the shower after the water went cold, they dried off, pulled on sleep shorts, and unlocked their door to check on JJ.
Still asleep.
After setting an alarm on his phone, Hank curled up in bed with Maddox, enjoyed feeling the way Maddox spooned against his back and the other man’s arms wrapped around him.
And despite his terror over what might go wrong with JJ’s medical treatment, at least now he knew he could go to sleep and not stress over finances or how to pay for anything.
He’d only stress over what Dox told him he could.
That was peace of mindnoamount of money could buy.
