Bryce wiggled out of his clothes, and his bare skin made the arch of his back look even more indecent.
“Don’t move,” Holden murmured and Bryce smiled wide at him in reply.
Holden grabbed a bottle of lube and then manhandled Bryce so his chest pressed against the back of the couch and his legs spread wide enough to make room for Holden behind him. He tossed the lube onto a cushion and spread Bryce’s ass apart and buried his face into the sweaty heat. Bryce bucked and cried out, and Holden pushed him down against the couch so his mealwasn’t interrupted. He sucked and kissed Bryce’s hole, groaning at the taste of him.
“Jesus Christ, I’m so fucking lucky my boyfriend knows how to eat ass.”
Holden slapped his hand against the side of Bryce’s thigh in warning. “Shut up.”
“God, there he is.”
Holden dug his fingers into Bryce’s skin and got back to work. He made a sloppy mess of Bryce’s ass, then made quick work of slicking his cock and leveraging himself up onto the couch. He pushed his shaft into Bryce’s spit-soaked hole and bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from coming on the spot.
Bryce muttered a curse, reaching back and grabbing Holden’s thigh to support himself on the edge of the couch. Holden breathed hard, burying his face into the crook of Bryce’s neck to catch his breath.
“Please kiss me,” Bryce said next, and Holden screwed his eyes closed. “I want to taste myself on you.”
There was no way Holden could tell him no, so he gave Bryce what he wanted. What they both wanted. He slanted their mouths together and pushed his tongue past Bryce’s teeth, and then he started to move. The positioning was far from perfect, but the need to get deep was primal. Holden rutted up, slamming their bodies together while trying to keep their mouths fused. Bryce reached around and started to stroke his dick, his entire body tensing and grabbing onto Holden for dear life.
They’d had sex before, but nothing like this. This was awkward and frantic, and it was fucking beyond hot.
There was no role play happening between them, no gags and no rules, just an urgency Holden had never experienced with another partner. Sweat prickled the back of his neck, and Bryce didn’t stop talking. He wasn’t making much sense, buteven when Holden kissed him, Bryce’s mouth never stopped. And much to his surprise, Holden found it didn’t bother him. With their bodies fused together, slick and wanting, Bryce spoke freely. It was different from a normal conversation, less insistent but just as important.
“Hush,” Holden finally whispered, bracketing an arm around the front of Bryce’s chest and pinning their bodies together. He slowed his pace until Bryce closed his mouth, and then he shoved Bryce down into the cushions and really started to fuck him. Bryce’s words turned to moans, turned to whimpers, turned to cries. It was unrestrained and it was perfect.
“Where do you want me to come?” Holden asked, already on the edge of an orgasm he knew would make him see stars.
“Everywhere,” Bryce begged. “Deep.”
Holden slammed himself home, slamming his cock so deep into Bryce the tip of it kissed the soft second hole. Bryce screamed and trembled, and Holden came. He grabbed Bryce’s hips so hard he was sure to leave bruises, but he needed to ground himself or risk losing his heart entirely. He came with his whole body, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, his pulse heavy and insistent in the center of his shaft. Holden spilled deep into Bryce’s body, and Bryce came all over his hand, all over Holden’s couch. Holden’s orgasm went on forever, and he folded himself over Bryce’s back, kissed the sweaty dip between his shoulder blades.
Beneath him, Bryce’s entire body shivered, and Holden managed to move them both onto the floor so neither of them had to hold themselves up. His cock still pulsed even though there was nothing left to spill, and he rested his forehead against the back of Bryce’s neck.
“Do you have a plug?” Bryce managed to ask, reaching back and digging his nails into Holden’s thigh.
“What?”
“Do you have a plug you can put in me? To keep your cum there.”
Holden’s dick managed to find some more cum, another dribble of it leaking out of his slit.
“I have a plug.”
“Please.” Bryce’s voice cracked, an unignorable kind of desperation in his tone that had Holden pulling out of the other man and clambering to the other side of the studio to get a plug out of the nightstand.
When he came back, Bryce had moved onto all fours, back bowed with his ass up, cheek pressed against the hardwood floor.
“I didn’t want it to come out,” he murmured.
Holden’s breath caught in his throat, and he carefully petted his hands down Bryce’s spine before easing the plug into his still wet and stretched hole. The silicone toy popped into Bryce’s body and, in response, Bryce let out a gasping breath that sounded a lot like a sob.
“Hey.” Holden traced his fingers up Bryce’s ribs and shoulder and neck until he reached Bryce’s face. “You’re okay.”
Bryce didn’t say anything, but he let Holden pull him into his lap, one leg on either side. He took Bryce’s face into his hands, making note of his tear-stained cheeks and his chapped lips. He brought Bryce’s face down to his and pressed their mouths together, swallowing down another strangled cry.
He wasn’t the only one fighting back some insecurities, it seemed. One thing he knew for certain was he had no intention of making Bryce face his alone. Holden stroked his thumbs across Bryce’s cheeks and kissed the salt tracks from the corner of his mouth.
Holden was so obviously falling in love with this man. Bryce, who was his opposite in every way but also Bryce who somehow fit into all the nooks and crannies he’d never realized neededfilling. Because Holden loved his quiet and he loved his peace, but he loved Bryce just as much. Maybe someday he would love Bryce more.