“Good,” Brett murmured, the air catching in his lungs as his body came into view. He threw it to the side and returned his fingers to Felix’s waist, running them along the top of his trousers. “What’s your safe word?”
“Photograph.”
Brett nodded. “Photograph it is. Have you done this before?”
Felix shook his head. “No. I have watched and researched, but I didn’t trust anyone enough to try.”
Brett tried not to let the news warm him, but he couldn’t help it. Being able to show Felix everything was something he always wanted to do, but he had to tell Felix the truth about himself. “I lied to you that night.”
Felix frowned. “What night?”
“The night you had enough. When we were near the cross.”
“What did you lie about?”
Brett licked his lips. “I already knew I liked it. I had training on it years ago. I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t hurt anyone if I ever took the chance to use it.”
“And you never have?” Felix asked.
Brett shook his head. “Other than the training. Like you said, I didn’t trust anyone. But you.”
Felix closed his eyes and smiled. “Is it bad that I’m glad?”
Brett kissed him, a chaste brush of their lips. “Do you have any hard limits?”
“I’m not aware of any other than water sports and voyeurism. I’m not a fan of people watching something so personal.”
“I agree. More so when it’s you,” he murmured. He tugged at the button on Felix’s trousers, freeing it and lowering the zip. “You are free to use your safe word whenever you need to, but also shout ‘yellow’ if you want to slow down.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Brett’s breath caught again. “How are you so perfect already?”
“Because I’ve been waiting for you,” Felix whispered.
Unable to withhold his need much longer, he dragged Felix’s trousers and boxers down in one go, cursing when he reached his shoes. He knelt before him, untying and removing them before pulling off everything else he wore. He stood again, his gaze meeting Felix’s as he wrapped his hand around his cock. Felix hissed, his head banging back against the door.
“Let’s get this one out of the way quickly, and then you can have more.”
Brett stroked his shaft, tugged his balls and used his thumb to massage the slit at the head as Felix climbed higher. He couldn’t look away from his face as pleasure bloomed on it. A flush rose into his cheeks, sweat beaded on his forehead and upper lip, and his mouth gaped as air sawed in and out of his lungs.
“You’re stunning,” he murmured. Everything about him was perfect. “Every inch is made for me. Your cock belongs to me, and I will do whatever I please with it. I’ll stroke it, lick it, suck it and take it inside my mouth to the back of my throat until you can’t take anymore.” He licked his lips, knowing Felix was close. And before he could second-guess himself, he said, “I love you.”
Felix’s eyes widened, and he groaned, his climax washing over him while Brett committed everything to memory. When Felix slumped against him, Brett let go of his cock and slid his arm around him.
“I wanted to say it when it was just the two of us rather than in a high-stakes moment,” he explained. “It seemed like the opportune moment.”
Felix lifted his head. “I love you.” Tears glistened, and he sniffed, clearing his throat. “Sorry.”
Brett brushed his fingers beneath his eyes. “Nothing to be sorry about.I’msorry for waiting so damn long to say it. I thought it was the right thing to do.”
Felix shrugged. “Maybe it was. Maybe we needed to get to where we are now before we could be together. We’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”
Brett kissed him, softer, taking his time as Felix undressed him. Once they were both naked, Brett pulled back. “Are you ready?”
“Always.”
He led him to the St Andrew’s Cross and turned him to face it. “Let me adjust things so it doesn’t strain you more than you can take,” he murmured as he moved things around. Satisfied, he reached for Felix’s hand. “Remember to use your safe word if you need it.”