He’d leave soon, that was unavoidable, but it didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy each other a little more first.
Kissing the top of Ian’s head, he ran his hands a bit more firmly down his back, eliciting a sleepy moan.
“S’good,” Ian muttered, as Jesse did it again. He let his fingers trail over the swell of Ian’s arsecheeks and was rewarded with a soft moan.
Jesse’s cock reacted to the sound, thickening between them, and Ian’s soft laughter told him he’d felt it.
Pushing himself up to meet Jesse’s gaze, Ian smiled, looking remarkably awake for someone who’d been out of it seconds before. “Sorry for falling asleep on you.” He didn’t look the least bit sorry, eyes bright with amusement.
Jesse shook off his dark mood and concentrated on the feeling of Ian in his arms, for now at least. He grinned back at him. “I figured you old men need time to recover.” The irony of that statement wasn’t lost on him.
“Oh you did, did you?” Ian raised an eyebrow and rolled his hips a little, showing Jesse that he was well on his way to being ready for another go-round. “I think I can hold my own, thank you very much.”
Jesse laughed, then flipped their positions, pinning Ian to the bed. “But where’s the fun in that?” He started to inch down the bed, intent on having Ian in his mouth one last time, but Ian stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He glanced up, swallowing thickly at the intensity in Ian’s expression.
“I want you to fuck me.” The softness of his voice took nothing away from the weight of the words.
Jesse wanted that more than anything, but could he control himself? It had never been an issue before, but Ian was different. He wanted to lose himself in Ian in every way possible, and the thought of biting down while inside him made his cock hard and his fangs ache.
“Hey.” Ian reached up to cup Jesse’s jaw, concern clouding his features. “If that’s not something you want, we don’t have—”
“It is,” Jesse blurted out. “Something I want,” he clarified, and ground against Ian in a way that left him in no doubt about how much Jesse wanted this. Fuck it, he’d find a way to keep his fangs to himself. No way could he leave this room without taking everything Ian was offering him.
Pushing all his hesitation aside, Jesse kissed him.
If this was the last time he got to do this, the last time he’d hear the soft moans Ian made or feel the heat of his body, then Jesse was going to milk it for all he was worth. Gripping Ian’s shoulders, he held him tight, deepening the kiss and sliding his cock alongside Ian’s in a slow, dirty move that had them both hard as rock.
Burying his head in the crook of Ian’s neck, Jesse breathed in deep, savouring Ian’s scent along with the hint of sex and sweat than clung to his skin. Before temptation took a hold, Jesse pulled back and kissed Ian again, licking along his bottom lip, and teasing him with his tongue until all thoughts of biting faded into the background.
“Top drawer.” Ian pointed to the bedside cabinet and Jesse shuffled off him to retrieve a condom and lube.
As much as he’d have loved to feel Ian bare against him, his explanation for not needing a condom wasn’t something he could give, so he tore open the packet and rolled it on.
Ian drew his legs up and parted his thighs, and Jesse fumbled with the lube, distracted by the sight of him.
“Want me to do it?” Ian held a hand out, but Jesse shook his head, collecting himself enough to pour some onto his fingers and shuffled forward on his knees.
In an ideal world, Jesse would’ve taken his time to slowly bring Ian to the edge of orgasm with his fingers and his mouth, keeping him there until he begged Jesse to fuck him. And as much as he longed to do just that, Jesse knew he couldn’t. It was going to kill him to leave as it was. If he saw Ian like that, if Ian let him... he’d never be able to say goodbye.
With a gentle touch, Jesse rubbed the pads of his fingers over Ian’s hole before pushing inside.
Ian’s head fell back into the pillow, a slight tremor running through his thighs as Jesse let himself have a moment to enjoy this, enjoy the feel of Ian’s warmth around him.
And it’s only going to get better.
The thought sent a wave of longing through him, and Jesse had never wanted to fuck someone so badly in his life. He carefully withdrew his fingers, not able to wait any longer, and positioned himself between Ian’s legs.
Jesse met his gaze, keeping eye contact as he pushed inside, inch by inch, until nothing separated them. “Fuck,” he whispered, reverently, unable to stop himself looking at Ian in awe because he felt so hot, so good, and soright. Jesse was momentarily stunned.
“All right?” Ian murmured, wrapping his legs around Jesse’s back and sliding his hands along Jesse’s shoulders.
“Yeah, I just—” Jesse didn’t have the words for how he felt, probably wouldn’t have said them if he did, because how would he expect Ian to ever understand? “—needed a moment.” Collecting himself, Jesse drew his hips back and slowly pushed inside again, torturing them both.
Grabbing Jesse’s arse with both hands, Ian’s urged him to go harder. “Fuck me like you want to,” he whispered, kissing up the side of Jesse’s neck. He nipped the side of Jesse’s throat and the hint of teeth almost made Jesse hiss with pleasure, but he caught himself in time. He couldn’t stop his hands from tightening on Ian’s shoulders, and Ian grinned up at him.
“I know you want to go harder than this, I can feel it.” He gave Jesse’s arse a squeeze and bucked against him. “Do it. You won’t break me.”
Oh, but I could, so easily.
