Kyle kissed along Colt’s jaw to his ear, sucked in his earlobe and then continued down the line of his neck to his shoulder. Slow and sensual attention, nothing rushed, like they had forever to spend right here. He hummed softly, fireworks firing all under his skin. Oh, he could get used to this—long and slow and easy.
“If you had your guitar right now, tell me about what you’d be playing.” Kyle leaned back and reached for the glass of wine on the edge of the tub.
“Mmm. Something slow and lazy, something that feels like giving thanks.”
Kyle sipped some wine and then offered him the glass. “Hm. I’m not sure I know quite what giving thanks sounds like.”
“You know what it feels like, I know.” He could see that in the lines of Kyle’s joy.
His lover smiled at him. “I do. This is what it feels like.” Kyle went back to tasting him, over his shoulder and across his collarbones, down part of his arm. “Just like this.” The hand on his cock pumped slowly, long strokes from hilt to tip where Kyle’s thumb circled and swept across the head each time.
He arched, his eyes rolling up into his head. “Uh. Uh-huh. Just like….”
His entire body lit up like the Fourth of July.
“Just like that.” Kyle’s voice was barely above a whisper. “I’ve got plenty of gratitude to show you. More than you can handle.” His grip grew firmer and the strokes a little faster.
“Cher—” Jesus help him, he wanted that touch to keep on, over and over.
“Love.” Kyle didn’t let up on the kisses or the contact, and his lover just kept on speaking to him. Soft words, praising words. “You are beautiful, you know that? Everything inside you just shines on the outside. It’s irresistible.”
“Listen to you.” That this fine, fine man thought he was worth a plug nickel made him groan. He was just another picker from the swamp, one of a thousand, but he’d take those sweet, needy words.
Kyle hummed to him, a low appreciative sound, and that hand kept moving, firm and steady like it knew him, knew what he wanted. “Love your sounds. Your moans, that little song you sing to me, the way you call me ‘cher.’ Feel good, baby?”
“Better than. Better than, cher. You got me, all the way around.”
“Good.” Kyle kissed him deep, tongue sweeping through his mouth.
Oh, praise Jesus. Kissing Kyle was the closest to God he’d ever been without his fingers bleeding on the strings. He pushed in, offering himself up, heart and soul. Their tongues tangled, amazing sounds trapped between them.
He felt Kyle’s chest expand as his lover sucked in air. The kiss grew heated and urgent, and Kyle groaned heavily, then shifted and helped him sit up on the edge of the tub. Kyle’s mouth was on him not a second later, drawing him in.
“Cher!” He arched, hands going white-knuckled on the edge. “Please!”
That mouth was heaven on earth.
Kyle’s tongue pushed up and dragged along his length as he slid in and out of that luscious heat. His lover hummed and encouraged him, fingers digging into his thighs.
Colt let himself loose, let all his need out as he arched and drove in deep.
Grunting, Kyle opened for him like it was everything he wanted. Wet, warm hands slid around and cupped his ass, squeezing.
“Need you like air.” It was the truth as he knew it, swear to God.
He felt Kyle’s fingers on his balls, rolling first, then adding pressure, and Kyle swallowed, throat working and rippling over him.
“Gonna,” he warned, even though it was damn near too late, because he was sliding over the edge. Kyle swallowed again, fingers bruising into his asscheeks. Pleasure washed over him as he shot, his balls aching as he spent.
Not missing a beat, Kyle sucked until he was empty, hot tongue painting long strokes all the way up his shaft. “Mmm. Good, love.” At Kyle’s coaxing he slid off the side of the tub and back into Kyle’s lap.
“Make me crazy.” Colt danced against Kyle’s heavy erection, loving on him, pondering whether Kyle would let him ride.
Moaning, Kyle nodded, almost as breathless as he was himself. “Need you, baby. So bad.” Kyle’s hands flailed for a second, and then he took him by the jaw and kissed him.
“Want you to fuck me, cher. You into that? Me?”
“Yeah. Into that. Fuck.”