Dante hadn’t looked to see if Sid was hard, and he didn’t now. He kissed Sid’s lips, and then his jaw, his neck, and his collarbone, before pulling back to bring his cock to Sid’s entrance. He edged forward, heart in his mouth, muscles so tense they screamed in protest at the tiny movement.
Sid rubbed his thighs. “Relax.”
“Isn’t that my line?”
“What do you think?”
Considering the question, Dante pressed his cock against Sid, not pushing in, justthere, so he could feel it, accept it, and make peace with the crazy heat sluicing through him. Beneath him, Sid was the picture of relaxation, a lazy smile playing on his face, as if they were doing this on the goddamn beach, not the middle of the night when they should both have been sleeping. “I think—” Dante teased his hole, making himself tremble more than Sid. “—that you are too fucking hot for this to be over anytime soon, so I’m gonna go slow.”
Sid licked his lips. “I like it slow.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I mean, like this. I’ll have to train myself to go easy on you when it’s the other way round—I mean,if, whatever. We don’t have to do that.”
Oh, but they did. Maybe not tonight, but even with his dick about to ease inside Sid’s willing body, Dante couldn’t imagine a reality where Sid didn’t fuck him right back. He dreamed about it sometimes, how Sid would be rough with him, unyielding, demanding. It made Dante’s blood run so hot he had to wake up and take a cold shower.
But he wasn’t asleep now. He was wide awake, and as cautious as his conscious self wanted to be, his body had other ideas.
His cock began the slow slide into Sid. Dante bit his lip, tasting blood, and watched it happen, inch by inch, thighs quaking as he gripped Sid’s knees. Tight warmth enveloped him, and it felt like a cock ring, trapping the blood in his dick, taking him hostage in fucking paradise.
A shuddery breath escaped him, and he fought to stay upright and not collapse on Sid. “Fuck.”
“I know, right?” Sid’s eyes were closed, but he opened them as Dante gazed at him, and something between them shifted.Everythingbetween them shifted. The gravity of what they were doing hit Dante like a lorry crashing through concrete.
I’m fucking him.
I love him.
And he has no goddamn idea.
To be fair, it was brand new to Dante. But in however long it had taken him to journey from the shadows of the forest to Sid’s bed, he’d accepted it.I love him. Ilovehim, and whatever happens in my life from this point on, I always fucking will.
Deep thoughts—emotions—and physical pleasure had never coexisted for Dante before Sid. He buried himself to the hilt and leaned down, stopping an inch away from Sid’s lips “Am I hurting you?”
Sid smiled that lazy smile. “Not even close. You can move... if you want.”
Dante did want. It was what had gotten him to this point in the first place, but as much as his body cried out for movement and friction, he needed toseethat Sid was okay. He stared harder, searching for the subtle signs he’d seen before that Sid was in pain—tense jaw, tight eyes, and his thumb caught in his fist.
He found nothing but loose limbs, and Sid’s playful, dancing gaze.
He’s better at this than you are.
Dante could live with that. He drew his hips back, easing his dick out of Sid, before sliding it back in. The motion made his toes curl and a flush creep over Sid’s chest. Dante gazed in wonder at the darkened skin, repeating the slow circle of his hips as he placed his hand over Sid’s heart.
It thudded against his palm, a steady beat that quickened with every drive of Dante’s cock, and a different heat sparked. A frantic, clawing heat that painted a layer of fresh sweat on their skin.
Dante began to thrust, pumping his body as slowly, ascarefully,as he’d begun, caught between a fascination with where they were joined and the more familiar obsession with Sid’s face.
Sid’s eyes hazed over. He arched his neck, pushing against Dante, asking, without words, formore.
Dante refused. If he fucked him any harder, he’d come in ten seconds flat. And beyond that, he was scared of the rising temperature between them, of what it might do to Sid if it boiled over.No.That wasn’t happening. Not on his watch. Dante fucked Sid slowly. Gently. As if he really was made of glass. And it was the sweetest torture. Beautiful tension seized every part of him. Shook him. Flayed him alive as he drowned in every broken sound Sid made.
“Fuck.” Sid thrashed his head wildly, digging his fingers into Dante’s thighs. “You’re killing me. It’s never felt like this... so fucking good.”
Dante could only moan, a strangled noise that echoed in his head until Sid groaned too, low and desperate.
“You’re going to make me come,” he whispered, “and I’m not even hard. Jesusfuck!”