“We’ve got all night, baby. I’m planning on using it. Starting right here.” He reached out and slid his fingers over Colt’s belly, the tight muscle under them making his breath come faster. Colt was compact, not an ounce of spare flesh on the lean body, the muscles standing out like they were begging to be played.
He slid past the stiff cock with little more than a brief touch and cupped Colt’s balls, tugging them lightly, as he stepped very close. The move won him a low groan, and he smiled again, enjoying the way the man appreciated being touched. He explored the smooth, rich skin around Colt’s shoulders with his fingers, and traced the valleys between the muscles with his tongue.
“Fuck.” The single word held a whole wealth of pleasure and desire.
“Mmm. Soon. You’re delicious.” He herded Colt toward his bed.
“I like that. You’re about fine, cher. All this pretty.” Colt went, following his lead like he was meant for it.
“Thank you.” He was holding back. He could rip into Colt right now if he wanted to, but he liked making himself wait. The wanting was nearly as good as the having. And he was really enjoying the way Colt played along. Such patience. He stretched out on his bed. “Come on up here.”
Colt crawled up his body, nuzzling and rubbing the whole way. His thigh was explored, then one hip, his abs. He shivered and his belly went hard. He dropped a hand to Colt’s head. “Colt.” Fuck, that was way needier than he’d meant it to sound.
“Mm-hmm.” Colt licked a line up to his nipple, pondering it for a second before drawing a line around it with the tip of his tongue.
He inhaled, air hissing through his teeth. Fucking tease. God, he liked that. He really fucking liked that. “Yes.”
Colt drew the circle once more, then leaned back and blew a long, focused breath over him, making his skin draw up.
“Ah!” He shivered and the cool air made him laugh. “Jesus. Come here.” He hooked a hand around the back of Colt’s neck and pulled him into a kiss.
One biting connection turned into another, and Colt rocked down against him, long cock nudging his belly, leaving tiny burning kisses.
Their sounds filled his ears as they went at each other, panting breaths and muffled moans and the jarring sound of clashing teeth. Finally, he grunted and rolled them, using his raw dancer’s strength to his advantage. He bent and tried another kiss, covering Colt’s mouth with his own.
Colt cried out, bucking under him, the strong hands cupping his head as Colt demanded more.
He groaned and arched, finding sweet heat against Colt’s hip, but that wasn’t enough, wasn’t what he wanted. He needed more. All he had to do was disrupt a searing kiss that had a fucking will of its own.
Colt wasn’t going to make that easy, with the way he poured himself into Kyle, giving it all up.
He made a sound he’d find humiliating anywhere but the bedroom and pulled away, breaking contact and blinking like he’d broken a spell. “Fuck, Colt. Just… just hold that thought.” He reached for supplies, winded and breathing hard.
“Want you. Fuck, cher. I ache, huh? For you.”
“Yeah. Yes.” It didn’t take a second to deal with the rubber, and he was looking forward to what a little lube was going to do for Colt. “For you too.” He tapped the inside of one smooth thigh, letting Colt open for him, and offered two slippery fingers.
Colt pulled one leg up and out, exposing himself, the sweet, tight balls drawn toward his body, cock bobbing over his belly.
“Mm. Baby, look at you. Best view around.” He lined up his fingers, pushing past the rim, and eased them deeper, doing his best to take his time despite the fact that his mind had already raced three steps ahead of him, and his cock right along with it. He ducked and caught Colt’s raised knee with his shoulder, focusing in on Colt’s need like it was his own.
The tight ring of muscles clamped down on his fingers like a vise, working them, squeezing tight.
He’d take that as a promise. “Jesus, Colt. Easy, baby. Let me slick you up or I’m gonna tear you in two.”
“That would be awkward.” Colt panted for him, arching into his touch. “Been a few.”
“Mm. Can’t wait to help you remember.” He could go easy. He turned his head and kissed the inside of Colt’s thigh. “Deep breaths,” he suggested softly. “It’ll be so good.”
“I ain’t scairt. I like a deep touch.” Colt reached out for him, stroked his face, his jaw.
“I’ve got that for you.” He twisted his fingers slowly, testing, and pumped them gently before letting them slip free. “There you go, so sweet.” He went for a little more slippery stuff, his cock so happy, it practically leaped out of his fingers as he lined up.
Colt watched him with those near-black eyes, not hiding a thing from him.
Letting Colt keep hold of his eyes through that first stretch and burn was so fucking intimate, it was bordering on uncomfortable, but he wanted to give back the energy Colt was giving him. He stopped, though, still shallow, and started to rock into Colt slowly, a little deeper and a little more stretch with every thrust. Fuck, it was so slow, it made him ache down deep. He felt like he might shatter if he didn’t stay mindful.
A moan cracked the air, raw and deep, the sound vibrating through him, drawing his abs up with the power of it. “Fuck. Fuck.” He leaned into his shoulder, bending Colt farther, and pressed his cheek into Colt’s thigh, lungs clawing in air. “Christ, baby.”