You’re the only person I’ve been with since these came in.
Bryce responded quickly.
You went a whole week without it? Impressive.
Holden ignored the taunt, appreciating how twice in two days was a dramatic departure from his month-long slump. Bryce didn’t even know how long it had been for him. Not that it mattered. He would tell Bryce if he asked. Was that maybe the sort of conversation they should be having considering the roleplaying they were planning to do together?
Holden wasn’t sure, but any decent thoughts went out of his brain entirely when he got home and found Bryce already there and waiting, leaning against his front door with his arms folded in front of his chest and his eyes closed.
“Can I help you?” Holden murmured, boxing Bryce in against the door and reaching around him to get his key into the lock.
“I hope so,” Bryce said without opening his eyes. He angled his neck upward and Holden pressed a wet kiss against the corded muscle.
The lock disengaged, and the two of them stumbled inside. They both took off their shoes, and Holden kicked the door closed. He dropped his keys on the floor and immediately put his hands on Bryce, who groaned and smashed their bodies, and their mouths, together. God, this man was so fucking hot, so horny, soready.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I left,” Bryce whispered into Holden’s mouth while his fingers tugged mindlessly at his shirt.
“Is that so?”
“I’ve been desperate to get you naked.”
Holden hummed, pulling his shirt off and tossing it onto the floor. He walked Bryce backward to his bed, dropping his knee between Bryce’s legs when they both went down on top of the sheets. Bryce scooted back, struggling out of his shirt and fighting with the fly on his jeans. Holden batted his hands away and kissed Bryce’s chest, then lower and lower. He made Bryce’s pants his responsibility, his underwear next, then his socks. All of it discarded on the floor and Bryce naked on his bed, hard and leaking.
“Please let me see you,” Bryce begged, jerking his chin toward Holden’s belt.
He climbed back off the bed and loosened his pants, opening them before taking them off. He tugged down the waistband ofhis black boxer briefs, showing Bryce a nest of dark curls and the base of his thickening shaft.
Bryce cursed under his breath and Holden stroked himself in his underwear, making sure to smear precum across as much of the material as he could manage. He stripped out of his pants and his socks, but crawled back onto the bed with his underwear still in place. He knee-walked up to Bryce’s face and rubbed his underwear-covered cock across the man’s chin, grunting in pleasure when Bryce’s hungry mouth tried to chase after him.
“Settle,” Holden warned, tucking the waistband of his underwear behind his cock and balls. He tapped his tip on Bryce’s nose before dragging it down toward his lips. “You don’t have to be so loud here. I still hear you.”
Bryce’s response wasn’t much more than a stuttered moan and a desperate lift of his hips that sent Holden rocking forward toward his mouth. And fuck, what a mouth it was. Holden fed his cock onto Bryce’s waiting tongue, inch by inch by inch, shuddering when he felt teeth, when Bryce had to swallow, exhale through his nose, stretch his jaw to accommodate Holden’s girth.
With most of his dick in Bryce’s mouth, Holden released the base of his shaft and put both of his hands into Bryce’s hair, smoothing it away from his face. He traced his fingertips over Bryce’s eyebrows and down, brushing tears from the corners of his eyes before reaching around to the back of his head and holding him down to the bed.
“You want me to fuck your face?” he asked.
Bryce nodded, pupils dilated and nostrils flaring.
“If you want me to stop anything, tell me to stop,” Holden said. “If your mouth is full, smack me.”
With a mouthful of cock, Bryce smiled.
Holden shut him up, thrusting into the back of his throat until Bryce choked.
“God, you’re close to perfect when you’re quiet,” Holden murmured, holding Bryce to the bed by his hair and starting a pace so slow it felt a lot like torture.
Bryce was probably very near perfect when he wasn’t quiet, but that wasn’t part of whatever little roleplay Holden had found himself in that night. Either way, he liked it. He liked the way Bryce’s bare chest felt beneath him, the way his hot and wet mouth gurgled as he tried to suck Holden’s cock. He also liked the promise of what was to come later.
Holden lost himself in Bryce’s mouth, in Bryce’s sounds, in his silence. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so desperate for another person, and the tight hole of Bryce’s mouth might be his new favorite place. Needing to get deeper, he pulled out long enough to climb off the bed, to haul Bryce onto his knees.
With spit smeared across his chin and his cheeks, Bryce blinked up at him and stuck his tongue out, asking for more without using his words. Holden still had Bryce’s hair in his fist. He smacked his cock against Bryce’s hollowed-out cheek, then fucked right back into his throat. Bryce sputtered and spit, but he never took his stare off Holden’s face.
Holden knew time was going to be his worst enemy in this situation. He wasn’t as young as he used to be, and while multiple orgasms in one night were definitely something he was capable of, it wasn’t always a sure thing. He either needed no downtime or enough of it, and he quickly realized he was about to have neither of those.
“Don’t move,” he warned, drawing himself out of Bryce’s hungry mouth.
He went to the nightstand, grabbed the lube, and shoved it into Bryce’s hand.