I move without thought, and we come together with scorching promise. A clash Sol can’t win as something feral surges in me.
Control.
Domination.
I don’t know what it is. What it’s called out there in a world I’m not part of. And as I roll Sol onto his back and pin him down, I don’t care. He needs me and by some unholy twist of fate and instinct, tonight I know what to do.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur.
Sol shivers, yielding to my weight settling over him. To my mouth, and I claim him as the night starts to bleed grey, the lingering dark stripping everything back to sensation. To breath and heat andpressureas I bear down on him. As I hold him in place long enough to quiet whatever’s happened to him while he’s been gone.
“Jack—”
“I know.”
We have lube in my bedside table. Rattling around with medication and all the magical things he keeps in my room to bring me back when I’m gone.
I retrieve it and ease Sol’s bent leg to his chest. “Teach me.”
To fuck him with my fingers. Because I know when I finally fuck him with my dick I won’t be as present as he needs right now.
Sol exhales softly, his curly hair damp and messy, his eyes already heavy with pleasure, lips swollen from the mauling I’ve given them.
Fucking Christ. He’s so beautiful, I could stare at him till sunrise. But alongside the waves of deep emotion, anticipation thrums in my veins too. I’ve thought about this a lot, maybe even more than us actually fucking. Because it’s softer than fucking, less blinding and selfish. It’s touching Sol in ways that tell himI’m here, so he believes this shift between us isn’t temporary.
I want this forever.
A loud thought that almost derails me, but I’m hyper-focused on Sol. I draw him closer, until his leg is warm against my ribs. I follow his subtle cues and I fucking drown in how he easily he lets me in. How liquid his whole body becomes as I learn him inside out.
The weight of it knocks the breath from me. But I keep working my lungs, keep working Sol, tracking every gasp and groan he makes, committing it all to my fragile memory and praying to god it stays there.
Don’t take this from me.
I ease back a little, slowing a rhythm that’s already gentle. Alreadyprecise. Another shiver runs through Sol, but it’s the good kind this time—the kind that lets his body answer any wordless curiosities I have. The kind that has my dick so hard it fucking hurts. Though, as I graze a spot inside Sol with my slick fingers, it’s an easy pain to ignore.
His hand flies to my wrist. “Fuck, yeah, like that.”
The words seep into me, gritted out and laced with a faint fear that I’ll stop.
I won’t.
Idon’t.
I let him steer me for a moment, learning the way. Then I’m on him again and I’m relentless. Focused. And I keep going until the sweet-sharp tension breaks him.
Sol’s leg tightens around me. His breath stutters, breaking into a rough groan he tries to smother and can’t.
I keep my eyes on him. On his mouth. On the flutter of his lashes. On the arch of his spine as he trembles, pleasure building so high it’s so obvious to me how it might become something else. Something that might scare him, even though I’m the one who’s never done this before.
Doesn’t matter. He’s never done thiswith me. And I’m here—I’m right fucking here. “Look at me, Sol.”
He’s still shaking.
Still gone.
But his eyes open and his lips part. “Jack?—”
“Iknow.”