Lucky took a quick shower and expected a sleeping Bo when he crawled into bed.
Bo sat, back against the headboard, the soft glow of the bedside lamp lighting his familiar features. What a beautiful man, slightly crooked nose and all. Lucky knew every nook and cranny of his lover’s body, every freckle. But one couldn’t be too sure. Maybe he should map out all that skin again, to make certain nothing changed.
One look conveyed more than words. Lucky dropped the towel from around his waist and approached the bed. Bo peeled back the covers, revealing his naked body, uncut cock slowly rising to say hello.
Dear God, but Lucky needed this, needed Bo.
Lucky sank onto his belly on the bed, shifting one knee up to give his cock room to grow, and lowered his head, breathing in soap and Bo. He licked up Bo’s shaft, making it jump and harden further. So much fun to play with.
If Bo meant to distract him, he couldn’t have thought up a better way.
Rolling Bo’s balls in one hand, Lucky skimmed back foreskin with the other, leaning down to taste the drop of fluid at the tip of Bo’s cock.
Bo gasped, throwing his head back and thrusting his hips. If he thought that was something…
Lucky wrapped his lips around the head, swirling his tongue over the tip. Yes, they needed sleep, but Saturday meant they could take their time.
Or as much time as Boss Andro allowed. Bo weaved his hands into Lucky’s hair, gripping the back of his head and urging him on with barely restrained pressure.
So, Lucky wasn’t the only one feeling the need. So much stress, adrenaline, and fear today. The emotional rollercoaster left Lucky floundering, needing something—someone—solid to cling to. He lifted his mouth off Bo’s cock.
Bo whimpered. “Tease!”
Lucky chuckled, lowering his head to take Bo’s balls into his mouth, first one, then the other, rolling them with his tongue. No time to dwell on fears now. Not with Bo to anchor him.
“Of course, that’s nice too,” Bo said, though he didn’t slacken the pressure on Lucky’s skull.
Lucky sank down onto Bo’s cock, bobbing up and down a few slow strokes, a few fast ones, then slow again.
Bo hissed and writhed on the bed, fingers spasming rhythmically against Lucky’s scalp. Oh, yeah, Lucky knew what to do, how to get little gasps and pants out of his man, how to make Bo’s toes curl, have him fisting the sheets.
Lucky released Bo’s cock to slap against his abs, climbed up, and straddled his body. Staring down at the sleep-tousled vision lying in their bed still took Lucky’s breath away. His own cock demanded attention, but he wouldn’t rush, not when he seldom had Bo to himself these days without something else demanding their time.
Right now, Bo was all his. He’d take full advantage.
He leaned down and kissed Bo’s chin, hissing in pleasure when their cocks rubbed together. So good, touching him, feeling the firmness of Bo’s body beneath his. Soft curls teased Lucky’s fingertips as he ran his hands over Bo’s chest, pausing to rub his thumbs over tightening nipples.
Again, and again, he shifted his weight, creating delicious friction between them.
Without a word, Bo reached into the bedside table and pulled out the lube. Lucky held out his hand, and Bo pumped the bottle, even the amount a silent communication of what came next. Bo required less than Lucky and liked a bit of burn, so two pumps meant the lube went on Lucky’s dick.
Lucky stroked the slickness over his erection and reached down, working his fingers into Bo’s opening, stretching the muscles; preparing him for something larger.
Bo gripped Lucky’s biceps, straining upward, while welcoming the fingertips into his body. Only a tight hold on his desire kept Lucky from rushing, putting himself where he wanted to be and ending things too quickly.
Sliding back down, he positioned himself between Bo’s spread thighs. Bo lifted his legs, presenting himself and squeezing Lucky’s sides with his legs in the process.
Lucky lined himself up, staring into Bo’s deep brown eyes, and slowly sank inside. “Oh, damn,” he murmured on a groan. Oh. Hell. Yeah.
Bo tightened his grip with his legs, urging Lucky on. He rose up while bringing Lucky’s head down for a fervent kiss. His moan vibrated against Lucky’s tongue, and Lucky snapped his hips.
They rocked, but gently, the occasional squeak of the bed, their panted breaths, moans, groans, and quiet cursing, the music of their loving.
They moved together in practiced motions, in their own private dance. A hand over skin, muscles rippling, all part of the way they loved.
The tempo faltered, Bo tensing and Lucky’s body making demands ofmore, more, faster, faster.
His thoughts fizzled out, the primal part of his brain taking over.