He arched again, his entire spine lifting from the bed, deepening the angle of Dante inside him. His body tightened, clamping down on Dante, and Dante saw fucking stars. Heady pleasure overtook him. He ground his hips harder, increasing the pace just enough that their thighs slapped together, the only sound in the room save their snatched breaths and half panicked moans. More sweat beaded Dante’s skin, trickling down his face. He was addicted to the reddening flush on Sid’s chest, but as a dark, pleasure-spiked coil unravelled inside him, the details began to blur.
He fell forward and crashed his mouth to Sid’s.
Sid let him in, driving his tongue between Dante’s lips, shoving his hands into Dante’s hair, twisting his fingers until it hurt.
Dante revelled in the pain. In Sid’s rising groans.He’s going to come. It felt surreal but so fucking good Dante couldn’t contain his own release. It snuck up on him. Ambushed him. Drove all coherent thought from his brain as it crashed into him. “Fuck. I’m coming.”
Sid’s only answer was a harsh groan that tipped Dante over the edge.
After that, it was a haze of white light and bone-gripping pleasure.
It took a while for him to come back to earth. For long minutes, he was only aware of his rampaging heartbeat and a distinct lack of oxygen. Then, like a dream, the hypnotising sensation of gentle fingers carding through his hair reached him. He raised his head from Sid’s chest.
Sid smiled up at him. “All right?”
“Are you?”Fuck.How could he have spaced like that when his dick was literally still inside Sid? “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
Dante sat up and eased out of Sid, noting that his abdomen was sticky with Sid’s release. “Um... I don’t know? For passing out?”
“I’ve got the monopoly on that, mate. And you weren’t gone. I could feel you.”
It made no sense, but somehow Dante knew what he meant. He slid from the bed and padded to the bathroom to ditch the condom and run a hand towel under the hot tap.
Sid laughed when he came back. “You’re cute.”
“Fuck off.” Dante lay down beside Sid and wiped them both clean. “So, you really can come without getting hard?”
“Yeah, but, fuck, never like that.” Sid kept his gaze on Dante’s face. He was shaking like he always did when they came down from the high of getting off, but an aura of peace surrounded him, as if he’d climbed a mountain he’d been afraid of. “I have no clue what happened down there just now, and I don’t care. It felt amazing—youfelt amazing.”
Dante finished the clean-up, rolled the towel into a neat shape, and placed it carefully on the floor. He lay his hand over Sid’s trembling abdomen, almost mourning the sticky mess they’d made now it was gone. “I didn’t hurt you?”
Sid closed his eyes, fading out as Dante watched over him. “No, D. You didn’t hurt me. You never could.”
19
Sid woke up to the same scene he’d fallen asleep to—Dante beside him, keeping a vigil that he never seemed to break. His hair was damp, though, signalling that he’d left the bed at some point to take a shower.
It took Sid a moment to pull the power of speech together, and even then, it was an intelligible sound, not words.
Dante rubbed Sid’s chest. “Morning.”
“... morning.”
“Are you all right?”
“Think so.” Sid wanted to say more, but he wasn’t there yet, and it killed him to know that by the time he was, the moment would’ve likely passed.
Dante gifted him a half-grin, then left the bed like he always did, so Sid could put himself back together in peace. Most mornings, Sid was glad of it. As close as he and Dante had become, he had no desire to show Dante the very worst of him on repeat, but today his absence felt like a hole in the sky—like he wasn’t coming back.Easy. He’s in the kitchen, not Outer Mongolia.
Whatever. Sid sat up, enjoying the ache in his body that was all sex and sin and ignoring the rest. His feet hit the floor. He tested his equilibrium, and when it held, stood, appreciating the fuck out of the fact that the room didn’t spin.
He also appreciated that he was naked. It made what had happened in the middle of the night real and not a dream.As if your imagination could come close.Even his memories felt muted.I’ve never been fucked like that. Jesus, he’d never come like thatbeforeMS had stolen his sex life and thrown it back a battered shell of what it had once been. At least, that’s how he’d seen it until Dante. Now... fuck, everything was different.
Not so different that he’d forgotten what had led them to be awake and consumed by each other in the first place, though.
Sid found some clothes on the floor and dragged them on. As it happened, they were Dante’s and smelled of him so wonderfully Sid’s head did spin this time. But it was a good trip. He owned it and kept moving, finding Dante in the kitchen, watching the kettle boil, his honeyed gaze a million miles away.