Sky lost it, clinging to him, the laughter delicious and addictive. He laughed and dug his fingers into Sky’s ribs, tickling, grinning evilly when Sky started gasping.
“Uncle!” Sky rested hard against him, holding him down with all those lean muscles.
“Okay! Okay. Let me up, you brute.” He was still giggling, grinning wide.
“Brute? Brute?” Sky kneeled up and flexed. “Rawr.”
“Mmm.Rawr, indeed. Are you going to ravage me, cowboy?”
“I might. I could get all horny beast on you.” Sky reached out and drew a line down his chest with one callused finger.
Beast seemed good. His balls sure liked that idea, anyway. He could handle some beast. “You can get anything you want on me.”
“I like how that sounds, babe. Anything.” Sky traced around his hip bone, stroking his skin and making him shiver.
He sat up, bracing himself on one arm. “We are lucky, aren’t we? Big picture, we have nothing to worry about, you and I.”
“I feel a little guilty about that, you know? Not a lot, just a little.”
“You do?”Guilty?“Why?”
“Because so many people hurt so bad, and we’re together again and it feels so good.”
He nodded. That was what he meant by lucky. “So we better make sure we appreciate it, right?” He pulled Sky down for a kiss. “Often.”
“Daily.” Sky rested heavy against him, the kiss slow and deep, Sky exploring him like this was brand new.
Beck moaned, loving how the heat was building between them. He didn’t rush a thing, following Sky’s lead. Like he had a choice—Sky had him on a very short string.
Sky pulled back, staring into him for a long minute. “Love you, Mr. Adler.”
“Love you, Stud.” Sometimes he wished he could get into that head. He knew whatever his husband said was honest, but he wanted to know what Sky was telling himself.
“Good.” Sky reached down, fingers wrapping around his cock, the touch firm enough to make his eyes roll. “Mmm…love that.”
Sky stroked him again, thumb dragging hard against the tip on the upstroke.
“Fuck, babe.” He looked down and watched Sky’s fingers move on him, knowing him as well as his own hand. How he let himself go without this for so long, he’d never know. It had to be why he’d felt so sick that first year; even his body missed Sky.
“Mmhmm.” Sky sighed and smiled, eyes closing as he focused on Beck, on loving him.
He slid his hands across Sky’s chest, over strong shoulders and down Sky’s narrow, muscled back, exploring the rises and hollows, and every scar his fingers found along the way.
Sky’s face was a study in pleasure, relaxed and easy, and damn, Beck had never seen anything so beautiful or wanted anything so much. He couldn’t feel any closer to Sky if he crawled right under Sky’s skin.
“Jesus, babe. You’re torturing me with this take it slow thing. I’m burning up over here.”
“Patience is a virtue.” Sky rolled his palm over the tip of his cock, the sensation making him buck.
“Not. Virtuous,” he spat between clenched teeth. Fuck, he needed to move. This was fucking horrible. And awesome. His fingers tangled in the sheets in tight fists. “You’re killing me.”
“I promise you, I ain’t interested in you dying. I want to watch you come for me.” Sky leaned forward, lips brushing his temple. “I want to be your whole fucking world.”
“More,” he growled, those words making him wild. His hand flew to the back of Sky’s neck and held on, hips rolling up of the bed as he fucked Sky’s fist.
“Jesus. Mine.” Sky gripped his cock, giving him the pressure and heat he needed.
“Yours. Yes. Fuck!” His eyes flew open wide and blind and he went off like a rocket, white heat cutting through him.