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“I believe you,” Bailey whispered across Henri’s lips, as he slid his palms up and over Henri’s shoulders. “I’m clean too. I just got my annual testing.”
Henri wrapped his arms around Bailey’s waist and pulled him in until their bodies were flush against one another. He pressed his lips to the base of Bailey’s throat.
“What are you saying to me right now, Craig Bailey?”
Bailey threaded his fingers through Henri’s hair and tugged his head back. “I want to feel you inside me with nothing else in between. Just you and me, naked, like we are out here tonight.” Henri’s body vibrated beneath his, and Bailey lowered his head and whispered, “I love you.”
Henri stared up at Bailey with a wondrous expression on his face, as if he didn’t quite believe him. “I love you too.”
Bailey licked across Henri’s top lip, and just like that, Henri opened as though Bailey was the air that he needed to breathe. Bailey slipped his tongue between Henri’s lips, tangling with him. Henri slid his hands back down to his shoulders, and Bailey shifted up to his knees. The move rubbed the underside of his shaft along Henri’s. Henri slid his hands over Bailey’s ass and up to the small of his back.
Bailey grunted as Henri nipped at his lower lip, and then kissed his way along Bailey’s jaw, dragging his tongue down the length of Bailey’s throat. He was systematically driving Bailey out of his mind, and as Bailey pushed up on Henri’s shoulders and thrust harder for more friction, more contact, Henri grabbed at his ass and bit down into his shoulder.
A harsh shout left Bailey’s throat. Henri said against the skin he’d just bit, “Jesus, Bailey— Ahh. Do that again.”
More than happy to follow that order, Bailey thrust again, shoved his fingers through Henri’s hair, and tugged his head back so he was looking up. “Like that?”
“JUST LIKE THAT,” Henri said, gripping Bailey’s ass.
Fuck, there were so many things about him that were not right for Bailey, Henri knew that—but touching him, loving him, being with him like this wasn’t one of them.
There was something to be said about being the one person another could be free with. As Bailey continued to writhe over the top of Henri, the power he felt from knowing he was that person for Bailey was a high like no other.
Henri wrapped his fingers around both their erections, and Bailey stilled, his chest rising and falling as his breathing increased in pace.
“Henri.” Bailey played with the bars through Henri’s nipples, and Henri slid his fist up and down their hard lengths.
“You like that.” Henri leaned in to nip at Bailey’s lip as he continued the slippery slide, and every time his grip reached the top and the head of their dicks rubbed together, Bailey’s nails dug into Henri’s skin, no doubt leaving marks.
But Henri wasn’t complaining. Hell no. He wanted Bailey to mark him, wanted his cop to use him any way he wanted, and if Henri came out on the other side marked up and scarred for it, he knew it would be worth it.
As Bailey began to grind his hips back and forward, easing himself in and out of Henri’s hold, Henri relished the way their dicks felt against each other. Like warm, smooth steel, and getting hotter by the second. With each punch through Henri’s fist, the head of Bailey’s cock licked Henri’s lower stomach, coating Henri with their pre-cum.
Bailey’s eyes followed Henri’s to the mess they’d made. Then Bailey shocked the hell out of Henri by reaching down and swiping his thumb through the evidence of their joined arousal.
Bailey brought his thumb up to his lips and, without hesitation, sucked it deep inside, swirling his tongue around and sucking the salty sweetness away.
“And how do we taste, officer?” Henri said, as Bailey slowly pulled his thumb free, his sex-drunk gaze locked firmly now on Henri’s mouth.
“Mmm.” Bailey speared his fingers through Henri’s hair and brought his head forward. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Henri didn’t waste any time, closing the gap between them and devouring Bailey’s mouth. He licked, sucked, tasted them on his tongue.
“Bailey…Christ. I need you,” Henri growled, bucking his hips forward in an effort to get closer. He’d never begged to be inside someone in his life, but he had to admit that he would get on his hands and knees and cry to get inside the devastating man who had him trembling and desperate.
With a teasing smile, Bailey rose up on his knees, casting a long shadow over Henri, who took a second to memorize his cop just like that. Henri gripped the base of his cock, holding it at the perfect angle, and Bailey slowly sank onto it.
As the head of his bare dick breached that first ring of muscle, Henri cursed, because damn, sliding into Bailey like this was like sliding into heaven. The connection, the feeling of being one, was unlike anything he’d experienced in his life. As Bailey took him all the way inside, Henri started to tremble at the enormity of the feelings washing over him.
