I slippedmy hands under his jacket and slid it off his round shoulders.
Seth licked his lips and let the jacket fall off. “Thanks for the gift,” he said, glancing at it sitting on the bed. “Hope it’s not broken.”
I fought hard not to laugh. “I hope it’s not.”
“How’d you smuggle it in here?” Seth asked, reaching for the lapels of my jacket and pulling it open, taking it off my torso. It fell onto the floor, forgotten.
“Silas is a good sport,” I told him. “Found him in front of the sauna and had an idea.”
“What were you doing loitering around the sauna?” Seth asked, pretending to be jealous.
“I’ll never tell,” I said, making his face a shade redder. My hands moved over his broad chest, and then I stepped back. “Open it.”
Seth’s eyes narrowed. Knowing what sorts of gifts we had been giving each other over the years, I wasn’t offended by his suspicions.
Seth stepped around me and picked up the little box, then shot me a knowing look with only a little scolding underneath it. He guessed it, but he ripped the cute wrapping paper off anyway, revealing a not-so-cute box with a see-through plastic lid.
The toy was slender but ten inches long, only a little wider at the bottom than it was at the top, with an attached piece of rubber at the bottom to hold on to or stick to the tiles. With it came a remote controller with a truly maddening selection of settings. One of those silly promo videos showed the toy touching a glass of water and the vibration being increased to the maximum, at which point the water was positively boiling out of the glass.
“And now that I’ve got this, what do I need you for?” he asked, unpacking the toy.
I stepped forward, taking it from his hands and looking into his eyes. “You’re mistaken,” I said. “This is the gift for you.” I picked up the remote controller and put it in Seth’s hands.
His eyes widened for a moment, his cheeks growing ever darker, redness blooming as his breathing became shallower. “Seriously?”
I nodded, taking the toy out. It was bendy and soft, coiled around the box until I lifted it and tossed the box out. Now, it extended to its full length, making my heart skip a beat.
“I never thought you’d…”
“Bottom?” I asked, laughing. “Why? I’m too manly for that?”
Seth shrugged. “I mean, yeah.”
I sucked my teeth and tossed the toy onto the bed, catching Seth’s shirt in the middle of his chest, and pulled him closer into my hold. “Bottoming’s a manly business.”
He laughed, rising to the tips of his toes for me. He kissed me softly, then placed one hand on my face and kissed me harder, tongue slipping into my mouth and lingering there for a good, long moment.
“You sure about that? It’s pretty big,” Seth said after pulling his head back. “Takes practice.”
“It’s not my first rodeo,” I assured him, reaching for the top button of his shirt and popping it. A little bit more of his chest grew visible, the fading golden tan of summer contrasted against the light cream shirt, reminding me of honey. I fucking loved honey. “Won’t be easy,” I admitted, thinking I might have been a bit too ambitious getting the ten-inch one. “But it’ll be fun.”
Seth tossed the remote controller onto the bed, forgetting all about the nightcap he’d invited me for. He reached for my top button and undid it just as my fingers went lower, undoing the second, the third, the fourth buttons of his shirt, opening it and baring his torso in that slow, unbearably seductive way, teasing myself with the mystery, even though I knew well enough what hid beneath the shirt.
We undressed one another with care and let the shirts billow through the air and fall into piles on the floor. Seth’s hand went to my waist, pulling me in until my body pressed against his. Shorter than me, he was the perfect size, just the way I liked, and his head rested on my shoulder, his heart beating a little lower than mine, its steady rhythm making itself known against my body.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me while his hands explored all of my back. “Fuck, you feel so good, Damon,” he said.
I buried my nose in his unruly hair and inhaled a deep breath of hyacinth shampoo.
We melted into one another, unbearable heat consuming us both, and Seth’s hands slipped under my belt, sliding into my underwear until his wrists couldn’t pass through. He squeezed my ass hard, tugging me closer, and my dick responded with an excited leap inside my tight boxer briefs.
“You’re so hard already,” he whispered almost reverently.
My leg moved between his, feeling the size of his bulge, and I chuckled. “You’re the one to talk.”
He smirked as he looked up at me. “Yeah, but I never have sex. This is still exciting for me.”
My fingers ran over the back of his head, losing themselves in his hair. “If you think holding you like this isn’t the most exciting thing ever, you have no idea what we’re doing here, Seth.”