I dried myself quickly, then wrapped the towel around Ken’s shoulders, pulling him close, His arms slipped around my waist, his cheek resting against my chest.
But my cock, hard and aching, reminded me we weren’t done yet. “C’mon, Kenny,” I said, holding out my hand to him.
Ken didn’t need to be told twice.
He took my hand and followed as we made our way to my bed, his gaze intense, even after that orgasm that shot through him, like he was memorizing every inch of my body, and a lick of heat ran through me that had nothing to do with the cooling water dripping from my hair.
I would never tire of the way Ken looked at me. I tossed the towel down on the bed. “Lay down,” I said, my voice shaking with need.
He complied without hesitation, stretching out on his stomach, his body a canvas of smooth skin and subtle curves. I drank in the sight of him, his auburn hair damp and tousled, a faint sheen of moisture still clinging to his skin.
I reached into the nightstand, fingers closing around the familiar shapes of a condom and lube. Ken shifted on the bed, his hazel-green eyes tracking my every move, reflecting hunger and need, even after all we’d already done.
“Still want more?” I asked as I climbed onto the bed, straddling him, my knees on either side of his hips. With slow, deliberate movements, I trailed my fingertips down his spine, delighting in the way he trembled at my touch.
He nodded shakily, closing his eyes as I pressed gentle kisses along his shoulders and neck, my breath hot against his skin. “I love you,” I whispered between kisses, the words resonating deep within me.
Ken turned his face to look back at me. “Love you so much.”
My hands continued their exploration, sliding lower until I reached the curves of his ass. With my thumbs, I traced delicate circles, massaging, caressing, until Ken was squirming beneath me, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
Reaching for the lube, I poured a generous amount onto my fingers, letting it drip down onto Ken’s entrance. Slowly, I teased him open, circling and prodding until his body relaxed, softening against mine.
Tearing open the condom wrapper, I unrolled it onto my cock, my breath catching at the sensation. Then, with one hand bracing myself on the bed, I guided myself to his wrinkled hole and eased into him, inch by inch. The tight heat nearly undid me right then and there, and I stilled, giving him time to adjust, my hands stroking his back, his sides, anywhere I could reach.
Then we moved, shifting against each other like water, the connection between us was more than physical; it was a meeting of souls. Every thrust, every moan, every gasp drew us closer, until the line between where I ended, and he began blurred into non-existence.
Ken’s breath hitched as I pushed deeper and deeper, my body covering his. My hand slid down, gripping his hip tighter, fingers splayed across his soft skin as I stilled myself, fully seated inside Ken, and didn’t move. He gasped, his head tilting back, baring his graceful throat, eyes closed in the sweetest surrender as he writhed underneath me.
Every muscle in my body tightened as I held back the urge to thrust wildly, needing to savor this connection, to burn it into my memory. Ken’s body was a wonderland beneath mine. His skin was a canvas, and I wanted to map every inch with my lips, my tongue, my hands.
“Hold tight, baby,” I whispered as I braced myself, hovering over his body, and snapped my hips. He grunted low, his breath punched out in short, sharp pants, matching the rhythm of my thrusts, our bodies moving in unison.
I wrapped an arm around his chest, pulling him even tighter, my lips finding the sensitive spot below his ear. He moaned,hands clutching the sheets, legs spreading wider, inviting me in deeper. “Marc,” he breathed, his voice a plea, a prayer.
I answered with a low, primal grunt as I drove deep into him, my hips pumping fast and deep. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, threatening to unravel the fragile control I’d maintained.
Ken’s body shuddered and trembled beneath me, unable to stay still. He groaned, spilling my names and curses words as I pounded into him, chasing my climax. Then the walls of his body clenched around me, milking me, and I exploded with a hoarse shout, the full weight of my body falling onto Ken.
For a moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breath and the pounding of my heart in my ears. My body shuddered with aftershocks, my arms trembling as they struggled to hold me up.
Slowly, I eased out of him, careful not to break our connection too quickly. Pulling off the condom, I dropped it on the side of the bed before rolling onto my back, tugging Ken with me, sprawled across my chest.
I drew him close, planting a gentle kiss on his temple. “M’here,” I murmured, my voice heavy with lingering desire. Ken nestled into my shoulder, his breaths slowly evening out as he relaxed. My fingers traced lazy patterns on his back, savoring his warmth against my skin.
For now, we were just two men in a bed, caught in the aftermath of passion, our pasts and futures temporarily forgotten.
In this moment, it’s just Ken and Marc. Nothing more, nothing less.
Epilogue
Ken
One year later
Mia sat at one of the tables in my classroom after school, carefully writing out her spelling words, her tongue peeking out in concentration. “I can’t believe how much she’s grown this year,” I remarked to Angie as we tidied up the room after a particularly messy day of end of the year crafts for my kindergarteners. “Seems like just yesterday she was this shy little thing—and now look at her, almost done with first grade.”
Angie chuckled, her eyes crinkling. “They sprout up so fast at this age! What is she now, almost seven?”
