Sid kissed his jaw, flicking his tongue out. “Okay?”
Dante hummed. “I’ll tell you if I’m not.”
“Works for me.” Sid grinned and kissed Dante again, working his finger deep inside and massaging away the natural resistance of the tight muscle. God, it felt good to be so intimately connected to someone again. That it was Dante? Man, it felt incredible. Dante was tight, wet heat clamped around him. His moans were filthy and guttural, and his cock pulsed in Sid’s hand.
“Fuck,” Dante ground out. “What are you doing to me?”
Sid chuckled and worked his mouth along Dante’s rough jaw, then down his throat. He sank his teeth into the tender flesh and added another finger.
Dante made a sound that wasn’t all pleasure.
Sid stilled but kept his other hand busy on Dante’s dick. “Breathe,” he whispered. “Let it happen. It’s so fucking good, I promise.”
Dante rolled his hips, a tiny, infinitesimal movement that Sid might’ve missed if they’d been in bed and not entwined beneath the cascading shower. Another low sound rumbled from his chest, and he slid his hands down Sid’s torso, nails digging in, as if grounding himself in Sid’s flesh and bone. “Keep going.”
Sid worked his second finger all the way in, equal parts annoyed he lacked the equilibrium to sink to his knees and blow Dante while he fucked him with his fingers, and grateful that he got to watch as the discomfort melted away and pure, incredulous pleasure softened his handsome face. As Dante’s hot breath puffed against his cheek, and his gravelly moan reverberated in his desire-hazed brain. Fuck, desire wasn’t the word. It barely scratched the surface. Sid brought Dante to a shuddering climax, and the world seemed to shift on its axis for both of them.
Breathing hard, Dante stared, eyes heavy and hooded. Then he moved a hand and curled his fingers around Sid’s dick, and it took Sid a full five seconds to understand what that meant. To comprehend that the dizzying heat rolling through him was coming from the hardness throbbing in his cock.
A breathless cry burst from his lungs. He reclaimed his hands from Dante’s body and braced them on the tiles, tumbling into the inferno sweeping his blood. “Fuck. I didn’t know.”
“Shh.” Dante’s grip tightened. “Don’t think about it. Just feel.”
Just feel. How many times had he told himself the same thing and scoffed? But the words made more sense wrapped in Dante’s rough London drawl, and Sid clung to them, obeyed, and lost himself to the fiercest orgasm he’d had in years.
He came hard, body jolting, the force of it knocking him off balance.
Dante steadied him, whispering something Sid didn’t catch, but it didn’t matter. Sid already knew that Dante had him and that he’d keep him safe until he could do it himself.
Long seconds passed. Sid hid his face in his forearm, wrecked in the best way. Was it possible to die from an orgasm? If it was, he was happy to go.But you’d miss Dante. Damn. He forced his head up and his eyes open. Dante was watching him, gaze still hazy from his own release. “I’ve got you,” he said.
Sid smiled. “I’ve got you too.”
Dante took a breath, but his response was gazumped by a sudden change in the water temperature. Sid’s hot water tank had run dry.
“Shit.” Dante shut the water off and came upright from his slouch against the wall. At some point, he’d lowered his leg from where Sid had propped it, but Sid had missed it, too caught up in his own pleasure.
They climbed out of the shower. Dante wrapped a towel around Sid and then himself before Sid’s bandwidth for being looked after expired.
He took Dante’s hand and led him out of the bathroom. “You want some clothes to kick around in?”
“Clothes?”
“Yeah. Unless you want to put your work stuff back on.”
“Not really. I need to wash it.”
“You can do that here.”
“I can do it at home.”
“Only if you leave, and we’re not doing that tonight.”
“No?” Dante lounged against the bedroom doorframe while Sid opened and shut drawers, searching for sweatpants as he got the feeling Dante wasn’t a harem pants kind of dude. “What are we doing?”
“Eating. Smoking. I don’t care, I just want to do it with you.”
“That’s nice.”