“Soon. You’re not ready.” Thomas wanted nothing more than to sink into that soft, inviting hole, but it was no boast to say that he was big all over. Experience had taught him that some things couldn’t be rushed. He teased at Evan’s rim until it softened further under his touch and eased a third finger carefully inside.
Evan sucked in a sharp breath, but Thomas didn’t miss the way his cock jerked, and his voice was tight when he said, “The next thing inside me had better be your cock, Captain.”
Thomas wasn’t going to argue—not with his blood racing hot in his veins and his erection harder than steel.
He pulled his hand back and swiped oily fingers over his length, slotted the head against Evan’s hole, and pressedforward. He sank slowly inside, and his entire world narrowed down to the clutch of Evan’s hot body around his cock. He paused for a moment to allow Evan to get used to his size before he eased back out again, then thrust forward carefully, fighting the urge to fuck Evan hard and fast.
Evan, though, didn’t seem to feel the same need for restraint. “Harder,” he urged, spreading his legs wide. He shot Thomas a wicked smile. “I want to feel you tomorrow.”
Any shred of self-control Thomas might have had disappeared on hearing that. He set his hands on Evan’s waist and snapped his hips forward, setting a rapid pace that quickly reduced Evan to a moaning, panting, and utterly gorgeous wreck.
Evan had one arm thrown wide and the other around his cock, stroking himself, and his head was tipped back. With his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted as he moaned, Evan lost to passion was breathtaking. The sight had the heat in Thomas’s belly gathering like a storm cloud, and he was consumed with the need to claim Evan as his own.
He lowered himself so that he could hook his arms under Evan’s upper body, lifting him up off the bed as he fucked into the hot clench of his arse. The change in angle had Evan moaning loudly as he clung to Thomas, his hand moving in time with his thrusts and his knuckles brushing the skin of Thomas’s belly as Evan started to tug at his cock faster.
When Thomas felt his climax approaching, he pulled Evan close and buried his face in the curve of his neck, his movements becoming choppy and urgent. Evan responded by clenching his arse around Thomas’s cock, and the effect was immediate. Thomas’s world exploded in heat and pleasure. He gave one final thrust and came, gasping for breath as he fell apart.
It was only seconds before Evan tensed. Wetness splashed against Thomas’s stomach and Evan collapsed against his chest, shaking through his own orgasm.
Once Evan was still, Thomas eased his softening cock out of him and lowered him slowly to the mattress, his own limbs shaky from exertion as he lay down alongside him. Evan rolled toward him with a lazy smile.
Thomas grinned back but didn’t try to speak, his mind still hazy with sex and pleasure. He did manage to extend an arm and pet clumsily at Evan’s toned bicep, though, in what he hoped was a gesture of mutual satisfaction.
Evan’s smile widened and he put his arms over his head and stretched with his whole body like a particularly contented cat. He lay there quietly, catching his breath before he spoke. “That,” he said, “was rather perfect.”
Warmth bloomed in Thomas’s chest. He propped himself up on one elbow so he could see Evan better. “It was, wasn’t it?”
Evan hummed and his smile widened. “We should do that again.”
Thomas gave a soft laugh. “I’d like nothing better, but can we wait until I can feel my legs first?”
“I suppose,” Evan said with a put-upon sigh, but he was still smiling—a wicked, tempting thing that looked far too good on him. He moved toward Thomas and leaned in for what Thomas at first thought was a kiss, but between one moment and the next, Evan made a single swift move and Thomas found himself pinned to the mattress with Evan straddling him—again. Evan’s eyes were bright when he said, “Next time we should do it like this.”
Thomas reached out and caught Evan by the hips. “Yes,” he rasped out. “We should.”
Evan stared down at him, eyes dark, and Thomas wondered for a moment if he might persuade his cock to cooperate after all, but then Evan scrunched up his nose. “My arse is leaking.”
Evan leaned over and grabbed a corner of the bedding, then reached behind himself. After cleaning himself up, he pushed the cum-streaked linen aside and lay down, plastering himself against Thomas’s front and resting his head on his shoulder. Thomas wrapped an arm around Evan’s back, and he was once again struck by the way Evan fitted perfectly against him and by the rightness of it.
He wondered how often they’d do this before Evan inevitably grew tired of him or departed the kingdom on another one of his spying trips, leaving Thomas alone with nothing but his memories.
His chest ached at the thought.
Pushing down the tight ball of loneliness that threatened to spring free at the thought of his time with Evan ending, Thomas pulled him closer.
Evan nuzzled at his throat in response, working his way up in a string of light pecks that ended with him claiming Thomas’s mouth properly. They spent some time like that, trading lazy kisses. It might have led to more if they hadn’t both still been boneless from their last efforts, but instead they ended up with Evan resting his head on Thomas’s chest while Thomas wrapped an arm around him.
Spending time like this, touching and holding Evan even without it going further, was deeply satisfying in a way that Thomas hadn’t ever known. When he’d taken lovers in the past, he’d had no desire for it to be anything other than a physical release. He certainly hadn’t wanted his lovers to stay andcuddle.
With Evan, though? He found he wanted to spend more of his nights sharing a bed.
Possibly all of them.
He let himself imagine it as he soaked up the heat of Evan’s body against his, and they lay in a comfortable silence that was only broken by the crackle of the fireplace. Secure in the knowledge that he didn’t have to go back to his own bed, Thomas found his eyelids growing heavy as sleep pulled at him.
He was barely awake when Evan pressed a kiss to his shoulder and murmured, “I rather like you in my bed. I might have to keep you here.”
“I’m glad,” Thomas mumbled, “because I intend to stay.”
