“Why?”
“Because you show me who you are every day we spend together, and I believe you.”
Dante’s eyes burnt and his throat went tight. A sound he didn’t recognise caught in his chest and he was on Sid before either one of them could blink, pushing him back onto the bed and covering him with his body.
Sid made a sound of surprise that morphed into a throaty moan as Dante claimed his mouth.
Dante’s kiss was not gentle. He straddled Sid’s chest and lost himself in lips, tongues, and teeth, taking from Sid in a way he’d never wanted to before.
He kissed Sid until they ran out of air. Then he pulled back, panting, as Sid stared, wide-eyed and... hungry.
“I’ve wanted this since I met you,” Sid whispered. “Iwantyou to kiss me like this, like you’re not fucking scared of breaking me.”
“I’m not scared of breaking you.”
“Show me then. I trust you.”
Dante swallowed thickly as his imagination got the better of him. He closed his eyes, sucking in a much-needed breath, picturing all the things they’d probably have done already if life had been kinder to Sid, dissecting each and every scenario until he found the one that he wanted most.
His eyes flew open, and his hands flew to his mouth as if he could shove back the words he hadn’t even said.
Sid smirked. “I know what you want.”
“You don’t.”
“I do, because I want it too.”
“Youdon’t.”
“So, you really don’t trust me, huh?”
Sid was still smiling, but there was no humour in the question.
At least none that Dante could find. He hooked his arms under Sid’s shoulders and dragged him further onto the bed.
Sid laughed, short and dry. “Yeah, that’s not helping with the I want you to hold me down and fuck me mood.”
“That’s what you want me to do?”
“Does it matter? You don’t seem to believe I could want that from you.”
“I do believe you. I just—I don’t know. Maybe I want it so much I don’t believe it’s real.”Want. Such a short word for the power it held over Dante right now. He lay down beside Sid and kissed him again, softer this time, but the same heat boiled over, sweeping him up. He wedged a knee between Sid’s legs and gripped his hips, grinding them together.
Sid groaned again. “Fuck, Dante. Please. I want this. You want it. Don’t punish yourself.”
Dante kept kissing Sid, letting the primal sensation chase away the monsters holding him back. Sid’s skin hypnotised him, the feel of it, and the sounds he made as Dante’s hands roamed free, pinching and squeezing, bolder and harder with every sweep of his palms.
“Fuck yeah,” Sid breathed. “Don’t be careful with me.”
Dante wanted to be. In his head, he lay Sid down as if he was made of glass and worshipped him like a goddamn king, but his heart and body acted on instinct, and he couldn’t stop his rough hands as he stripped Sid’s clothes and then his own. It was only when they were both naked and trembling with need that his desperation took a breath.
He knelt on the wrecked bed, a condom already sheathing his slicked-up cock.
Sid’s legs were draped over his thighs, relaxed and easy, but there was nothing easy about Dante’s thundering pulse. It slammed against his eardrums, a deep and dark bassline to the shaky melody of heat tingling every fucking nerve.
He dropped down, hands landing either side of Sid’s head. “Are you sure you don’t want my fingers first?”
Sid smiled, eyes heavy and spiked with the same fire crackling in Dante’s veins. “I’m sure. I want to feel it.”