Hooking his finger in the waistband of Henry’s jeans and underwear, Dom eased them down enough for Henry’s cock to spring free. “Suck you?”
Henry nodded. “I didn’t want to sound pushy.”
Dom laughed. He hadn’t expected Henry to be so...polite. It was nice. Refreshing. He wrapped a hand around his length and started a long, lazy stroke. With his gaze locked on Henry’s, Dom leant forward and licked the head of his cock, Henry’s gasp going straight to his groin.
He tongued the slit, tasting the salty bitterness of precome before taking Henry in as far as he could.
“Fuck.” Henry jerked, fingers digging into the tops of Dom’s shoulders, breaths coming short and fast.
Dom smiled, lips stretched wide, and slowly backed off until just the head was in his mouth. He lingered, paying attention to all the spots that he found sensitive, and judging by Henry’s soft moans of pleasure, they had the same effect on him.
With a hand curled round Henry’s thigh and the other holding the base of his cock, Dom sucked him, easing him in and out of his mouth in a rhythm that had Henry swearing under his breath.
Still in his jeans and underwear, Dom shifted on the edge of the bed, his erection pressing against the zip. He reached a hand down, fumbling with the button, unable to quite coordinate things.
Henry’s soft chuckle sounded above him moments before he stepped back and slipped out of Dom’s mouth. His hand cupped Dom’s chin, tilting his head up. “Clothes off, and get in bed.”
Eyebrow raised, Dom said, “I thought you didn’t want to sound pushy.”
“This isn’t pushy.” Henry’s eyes, dark and heavy lidded, flicked down to where his cock jutted out, wet and hard. “This is me being desperate to get you naked.”
“Okay then.” With nothing to distract him now, Dom made short work of undressing, clothes falling in a heap on the bedroom floor. When he glanced back up, Henry was as gloriously naked as him, and Dom couldn’t help but stop to drink in the sight.
Shuffling further back on the bed he let his thighs fall open and beckoned Henry to join him. “Come here.”
Henry climbed on top of him, settled in the gap Dom had made and let out a hum of pleasure as his cock brushed against Dom’s. “Not how I pictured spending my first night here.”
Dom laughed, though it quickly turned into a low groan, the movement increasing the friction between them. “This is better though, right?”
“Oh yeah,” Henry murmured as he leant in for a kiss. Soft lips met Dom’s and he opened his mouth, inviting Henry in, moaning at the sweep of his tongue against his own. Slipping a hand between them, Dom wrapped his fingers around them both, precome easing the way enough for him to glide his hand up and down their lengths.
Henry rutted against him, chasing his release, and Dom felt the tell-tale tingle of his own starting in his balls. The room filled with the sound of soft gasps and breathy moans, the quiet creak of the bed an accompaniment that increased in pace along with Dom’s hand.
Henry tensed against him. “Close,” he muttered, his cock stiffening moments before he came, wetness coating Dom’s hand and stomach. His head dropped to Dom’s shoulder, hot breath tickling his ear for a moment or two while he caught his breath.
Dom shifted slightly, painfully hard still, but his hand trapped in place by Henry’s weight. He felt Henry smile against his skin. “Sorry. Let me just...” He settled himself beside Dom, propped up on one elbow, and reached for his cock.
Dom sucked in a breath, heart rate galloping once again with someone else’s hand on him. Using some of his come as lube, Henry brought him to the edge in seconds, each sure stroke of his hand sending spikes of pleasure up his spine until Dom’s toes curled, hands fisted in the sheet, and he came harder than he had in a long while.
Not surprising since he’d only had himself for company recently.
“Fuck.” Running a hand through his sweat-damp hair, Dom turned to face a very smug-looking Henry. “Oh shut up.” He gave a half-hearted swipe at his chest. “Like you didn’t just have this exact look a few minutes ago.”
Henry grinned. “Doesn’t mean I can’t bask in the afterglow of a job well done.”
Dom barked out a laugh. How was this so easy between them? He’d expected things to be at least a little awkward post-sex; they’d only met that morning for fuck’s sake. It might seem like an age ago since he’d spied Henry, all lost and bewildered in the middle of changeover day chaos, but the reality was they were still virtually strangers.
Yet lying here together, Dom felt comfortable in a way it usually took several dates to accomplish. Deciding not to examine that too closely, he reached for Henry’s hand, come-covered fingers and all. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving after that.”
Henry’s stomach rumbled in agreement, and he patted it with a sheepish smile. “Same.”
“You fancy that chilli now?” Dom asked. A look of surprise crossed Henry’s face and Dom rolled his eyes. “What, you thought I was going to kick you out? Really?”
“Well, no, but...” He shrugged. “I’ve not exactly done anything like this before. I’m not sure of the rules.”
Dom was no expert either, but he did know one thing. “Why do there have to be rules? We’ve just had great sex and now we’re hungry. There’s food out there.” He gestured over his shoulder towards the kitchen. “So let’s clean up and go eat it.”
Henry studied him for a long moment, then shrugged again, his smile small this time but intimate in a way that Dom felt deep in his chest. “Okay then.”
