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Wren reached up with his long fingers, pressed one against his chin, and tipped his head down just slightly. “Repeat that.”
Percy groaned. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be timid. And I don’t want to be shit at communicating with you either.”
“You’re not. Just don’t get annoyed when I have to ask you to repeat yourself,” Wren told him simply. “I don’t mind fucking guys who don’t know sign as long as they’re not dicks about it when I get lost.”
“Better things to do with dicks, isn’t there?” Percy asked, the words just tumbling past his lips without going through his internal filter.
Wren laughed. “Yeah. Yeah, there are. Mind if I touch yours?”
“God. Please,” Percy said on the edge of a whine.
Wren’s pupils dilated slightly, the black curling into the light blue. He pressed his palm to the center of Percy’s chest, then dragged it down. Percy tried to hold back his moan and control his breath, but the closer Wren got to where he was hard and aching, the more difficult that became.
It had been so long—so goddamn, bloody fucking long—since he’d let anyone close enough to do this. He hadn’t realized how starved he was for it. And not just the physical touch, but the wanton look of absolute need directed at him.
And Wren’s face was so open. So honest.
“More?” Percy found himself begging.
Wren’s smile darkened. He cupped his hand over Percy’s aching erection and squeezed, making Percy’s head loll back on a deep-chested groan. “Like that?”
Percy tried to speak but found he couldn’t, so he just nodded frantically and thrust his hips forward. Wren chuckled, the sound low and rumbly, dancing across Percy’s skin. He rubbed the heel of his palm over Percy’s dick, and then Wren used his free hand to grip the back of Percy’s neck and yanked him so there was no space between them at all.
“Kiss me,” he ordered.
Percy’s head tipped down, and his lips parted just in time for Wren’s mouth to meet his. The kiss started soft, like Wren was getting a read on him, and then a lush, wet tongue slipped between his teeth. Percy moaned again, arching into Wren’s grasp, letting the man all but devour him.
Fuck, he was so needy, so desperate. “Please,” he begged again.
He wasn’t sure if Wren understood him, but his body language must have been clear enough because Wren released him, only to grab him by the hips, walking him backward toward the bed. The moment the backs of his knees made contact, he found himself standing, only because Wren’s grip on him was like iron.
Percy groaned again as Wren slotted their hips together, and he could feel the pulse of Wren’s want digging into his thigh. “I want you.”
Wren pulled back, his eyes a little wild. “Condoms? You have any on you?” His words were a little thick, but Percy understood them perfectly.
Then disappointment rushed through him. He was still house hunting, living out of his suitcase, and the last thing on his mind had been getting laid. He had nothing. “I don’t have any. I’m sorry.”
Wren growled, but he didn’t seem deterred, though Percy was momentarily afraid this was all going to end. Then, Wren pressed against Percy’s sternum with a firm hand and sent him toppling backward. He stood there, hovering over Percy like some sort of vengeful god, and then his lips curled into a grin, and he put one knee on the edge of the mattress.
“Let me undress you?”
Percy cleared his throat. “Yes. I want that.”
Wren’s smile widened as he lifted Percy’s leg by the ankle, pulling off his shoe, then his sock. He felt a rush of embarrassment that Wren’s face was so close to his feet after having been on them all day, but the man didn’t seem bothered at all. His cheeks were flushed, and he was tenting his work pants.
Percy’s mouth watered, damn near desperate to get his mouth around it, which was a wild thought. He’d never been particularly adventurous in bed—something his ex had used against him all the time. But it wasn’t for lack of want. He’d just been shy and slightly ashamed to ask for all those little fantasies that flitted around his brain whenever he curled up under the sheets and jerked off.
And it was in the moment Wren pressed a wet kiss to the top of his foot that Percy felt profoundly seen and profoundly safe. He had no idea why this total stranger was unlocking all sorts of bravery and courage, but it was enough for him to push up on his elbows and meet Wren’s gaze.
“Tell me what to do.”
Wren let out the smallest groan as he let Percy’s leg flop down to the bed. His fingers did a little walk-crawl up his thighs until they got to his fly. Then, the button was popped, and the zipper came down, and suddenly, Percy’s cock was completely exposed to the cool evening air.
Wren didn’t touch him except to pull the boxers down tighter so his balls fell out of the slit, and then he just…stared.
He just stared.
Percy started to squirm, but Wren placed a steady hand on his rib cage.
