“Don’t ever think I wasn’t ready for this,” he said in a low voice.
His eyes wide, Miguel bit his lip and nodded.
Satisfied Miguel understood that he truly wanted what was happening, Hector began moving. Slowly at first, savoring every sensation, the heat, the snug grip, the friction as he pulled out and pushed back in. And as he moved, he watched. Watched Miguel’s eyes drift closed. Watched little beads of sweat appear in the hollow of his throat.
Hector’s heartbeat pounded in his chest, throbbed in his cock. Sex with Miguel felt amazing. But it was more than that. For the first time, sex wasn’t just about feeling good. There was a real connection. He cared for Miguel. Those small hands stroking up and down his sweat-slick back felt right. Felt like they belonged.
“I can’t believe I waited so long to be with you like this.” He said it softly, so low it was almost to himself. But Miguel heard him. He raised his lashes, revealing dark eyes hazy with passion. He brought his hands around to smooth his palms over Hector’s chest.
“We were both afraid. But not…not anymore.”
“Not anymore,” Hector agreed. He leaned down to give Miguel one soft, slow kiss. When he pulled back, he started moving faster, slamming into his lover a little harder. Miguel gasped in reaction, wrapping his arms around his back again, his channel tightening on Hector’s cock. “Do you like that?” Hector asked.
His body moving on the bed from the increasing force of Hector’s thrusts, Miguel panted his answer. “Yes.”
Hector gripped Miguel’s thigh, pushing up and out, opening him more, tilting his body up slightly. Miguel cried out with pleasure at the change in position, and Hector groaned as he sank in even deeper. He started a hard, steady rhythm, pounding into his lover over and over.
Miguel reached between them again. The slick sound of his hand moving on his cock joined the other noises in the room, their bodies slapping together, their harsh breathing, the rustle of sheets and soft squeaking of the bed.
As the heat and the urgency between them rose, Miguel muffled his little gasping cries by pressing his lips to Hector’s chest. The hand still on his back slipped down and gripped his ass hard. Hector’s nostrils flared at the sweet pain of Miguel’s blunt nails digging into his skin. He let Miguel know he loved what was happening in a voice rough from arousal. “So good, baby. So good.”
After a particularly deep thrust, Miguel’s hips suddenly jerked up and he clenched tight on Hector’s cock. He tore his lips from Hector’s chest to moan out his release.
“I’m coming!”
“Fuck, baby, that’s it. Come for me.” The sound of their bodies coming together grew louder as Hector slammed his hips against Miguel’s faster and faster. His tingling spine and tight balls slapping against Miguel’s ass signaled he was almost there too. Hector went stiff, throwing his head back with a harsh groan as he came. He stayed deep inside Miguel as the waves of his release washed over him, his cock throbbing with every pulse of cum he pumped into the condom.
As he caught his breath, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his release, Hector just barely had enough awareness to hold himself up so he didn’t crush Miguel with his weight. Since he was still inside his lover, he couldn’t resist moving his hips in tiny little thrusts so he could watch the shivers that ran through him each time.
Finally, he kissed Miguel softly before gently pulling out and rolling to the side. Taking the condom off, he dropped it on the floor. He’d take care of it later. Right now, he wanted to hold his lover. He pulled him into his arms, holding him so tight he could feel his still thundering heartbeat. Miguel curled his fingers into Hector’s chest, scratching him lightly.
“That was amazing,” Miguel whispered.
“Good. No more apologizing for having Tab B,” he said with a swat on Miguel’s ass. He’d meant the light smack only as a joke. But his boyfriend squeaked and pressed in close. That reaction surprised him. He did it again to see what would happen.
“Don’t do that,” Miguel said in a breathless protest.
“Why not?” he asked as he caressed the smooth cheek under his palm.
Miguel lowered his lashes, looking down before he responded. “Because I like it.”
Hector was confused. “Shouldn’t I do things you like?”
“Yeah. But, I don’t want you to think…”
Hector put a finger beneath Miguel’s chin to tip his face up. Hector suspected the flushed cheeks were from embarrassment rather than the afterglow of sex. “Think what?”
“That I deserved to get hit by Santos because I like being spanked.”
That made Hector frown. “You think I don’t know the difference between enjoying a little sexy pain and being abused?”
“Not everyone does.”
Unpleasantly shocked at that statement, Hector rolled Miguel to his back, settling between his legs again. Propping himself up on his elbows so he could cup both sides of Miguel’s face, he stared down into dark, worried eyes. “You went through some shit with Santos. But I promise, I will never treat you that way. Never hurt you. You deserve better, and that’s not who I am. You can tell me anything, express any need or fantasy, and I swear I won’t use it against you. Or turn it into an excuse to abuse you. Okay?”
After a long moment, Miguel nodded, a soft, relieved smile on his lips. “I believe you.”
“Good.” Hector returned the smile, then leaned down to seal his promise with a kiss.