The sweet request didn’t match the heart-thudding heat building between them, but Dante complied, kicking his boots off and pushing Sid onto the bed.
They lay down. Their lips met. Dante fell headfirst into something wild, and they were naked before he could blink.
The last time he’d been naked in front of anyone had been in the shower block in HMP Manchester. Nerves rattled him again as he lay over Sid, breathing hard.
Sid brought his hands to Dante’s face. They trembled, but they did that when he was gardening, and Sid was good at this, not like Dante. He had nothing to be nervous about.
That’s not fair. His fears aren’t the same as yours, but they exist.
“Hey,” Sid said quietly. “Don’t let me bully you into anything. It’s okay not to get swept up in the moment like I do.”
“You don’t think you’ve swept me up?” Dante ran his hand over Sid’s sweat-damp chest and avoided looking down to see if Sid was hard. It didn’t matter. What mattered was the raw heat in Sid’s gaze, the flush darkening his tanned skin, and the hunger in his kiss. The rest was mechanics.
“I think lots of things when it comes to you,” Sid said. “I want lots of things too, but what do you want, Dante? If you could take anything you wanted from this moment, what would it be?”
“I want to make you feel good and I want to make you come.”
“How?”
“With my mouth. I’ve... never done it, but when I’m alone at night and dreaming of you, it’s all I think about.”
Sid’s eyes grew bloodshot and wet. For a moment, Dante feared he’d upset him. Then Sid took his hand and guided it down his body, over his chest and taut abdomen.
Lower.
Dante’s fingers closed of their own accord around Sid’s hard length. “Fuck.”
Sid grinned. “Better take advantage of it. And don’t scare it away.”
“I don’t know—”
“Shh.” Sid tapped a finger to Dante’s lips. “Just do what feels good, and you can touch me everywhere, okay? Don’t be shy.”
Dante didn’t have the words to verbally respond, so he didn’t. He kissed Sid, driving his tongue between his lips until their teeth clashed. Then he moved down Sid’s body, coming to a stop at his cock.
It seemed massive, but in reality was likely the same size as Dante’s.Don’t think about sucking your own, though, do you? Or fucking it.
Intense heat flooded Dante. As bisexual as he’d always known himself to be, he’d never contemplated taking a man’s dick inside his body. Not because he had prejudicial feelings about it, but more because... actually, he didn’t know why. It was hard to think clearly with Sid so close. All he could do was feel and act on instinct.
He brought his hand back to Sid’s cock and closed it around the base, then licked Sid from root to tip, drowning in his shuddery moan and masculine scent.
“God, that’s good,” Sid whispered. “Do it again.”
Dante obliged, closing his eyes and following Sid’s advice to do what he knew had felt amazing when their positions had been reversed. He sucked Sid hard, then backed off, teasing him with lighter pressure and slow licks, cupping his balls, and letting his fingers drift lower.
He had no clue what to do with what he found there. He understood the anatomy, but not the process.I want to be inside him. But it was more than wanting to fuck Sid—if he even wanted that, and not to roll over and—
“Get out of your brain.”
Dante jerked his head up. Sid wasn’t looking at him. His eyes were closed, and his bottom lip caught fiercely between his teeth.Did he really say that or was it me?
It didn’t matter. Whoever had spoken, they were right.
Dante took Sid deeper down his throat.
Sid groaned and tangled his fingers in Dante’s hair.
His legs fell wider. Dante trailed a fingertip down Sid’s taint, and Sid arched his back from the bed. “Don’t fucking tease me.”