Silva smiled into their next kiss. The brush of Wylder’s bare chest against his made his head spin.
“Get your pants off before I make a mess on them.”
“Yes, sir.” Wylder reached down, opened his pants, and nearly tripped, trying to pull them and his shoes off at the same time. “Shit!” He laughed and took a step back, dropping to sit on the bed.
Silva chuckled, too. “Probably safer.”
As soon as Wylder was bare, Silva stepped between his legs and dropped to his knees.
“Fuck,” Wylder gasped, getting a hand in Silva’s hair and kissing him deeply.
“What do you want?” Silva couldn’t decide where to put his hands and mouth first. He’d had numerous lovers over the years. Mostly men, but some women, as well. He’d never felt this way before. Nearly unhinged with the need to get closer, feel more. He wanted every inch of Wylder under his hands, under his tongue.
“I don’t care.” Wylder cupped his face, lips brushing Silva’s as he spoke. “Just touch me.”
Silva got his hand around the thick length of Wylder, stroking up and swallowing the moan the movement earned him. He wanted every noise. Pulling back, he kept his hand working while he explored Wylder’s neck and chest. The dip of his clavicle. The peak of his nipples. He was firm and sculpted everywhere, tan skin stretching over hard-earned muscle.
Making his way lower, he dipped down and sucked the head of Wylder’s cock into his mouth. The broken moan that got him made his own cock throb.
“Come on,” Wylder said, hands on Silva’s shoulders. “Get up here. I want to touch you, too.”
Silva kept up his ministrations for a couple more minutes, reluctant to give up the salty tang of Wylder’s pleasure. When he pulled off, Wylder got his hands under Silva’s arms and lifted him off the floor, scooting back and pulling Silva with him. Silva landed on top of him, blanketing Wylder completely.
“If you wanted me on top of you, you could have just asked.” Silva smiled, kissing Wylder and rocking his hips.
“You were moving too slow.”
“So sorry,” Silva whispered, finding a rhythm. Their cocks were caught in the press of their bodies, gliding together and against the skin of their hips.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” Wylder said, breath hitching.
Silva grabbed his hands, threaded their fingers together, bracing them on the bed, and continued to drive against Wylder over and over.
Wylder squeezed his eyes shut. A moment later, he froze beneath Silva, mouth open and head thrown back. A high whine escaped his throat as his cock kicked between them, painting Silva’s cock and belly.
“Fuck,” Silva groaned, still thrusting, working Wylder through his orgasm and chasing his own.
Wylder pulled one of his hands from Silva’s and reached down, getting his fist around Silva’s swollen length and giving him a tunnel to fuck into. It only took a few more thrusts before he emptied himself into Wylder’s hand, pleasure zinging through him. He collapsed where he was. Wylder’s arms were around him instantly, holding him close while he pressed gentle kisses to Silva’s face and hair.
Once they’d caught their breath and cleaned up, the night was quiet around them. The only sound was the whooshing of the ceiling fan overhead and Wylder’s steady breathing against him. Silva let himself drift, dozing easily despite where they were and the challenges still ahead. When Wylder tensed, he felt it immediately.
“Will you tell me what happened to my mother?” Wylder asked quietly.
Silva let out a slow breath. “Sigurd didn’t?”
Wylder shook his head, hair tickling Silva’s jaw. “Just the overview. He doesn’t like talking about it.”
“That’s fair, I suppose.” Silva ran a hand up and down Wylder’s bare back. “We were in the thick of the fight. Lenette, Sigurd, and I were fighting off Ansel and his crew. Kerak was holding the Hunt at bay, and your mom was working the spell to seal the door. To do that, she had to activate it from the other side.There was supposed to be time for her to do that and step back through, but…”
“She got stuck on that side.”
“Yes.”
“Do you think—” Wylder pulled back, propping himself up to look Silva in the face. In the dim light from the window, Silva could still make out the exact shade of his eyes. “Could she be?”
“Alive?”
Wylder nodded.