Light crept through the gap in the curtains signalling it was morning, but the covers were thick and heavy, cocooning them in a wonderful heat, and Henry had no desire to leave them anytime soon.
If this had been a one-nighter back home, he’d have been out the door as soon as his eyes opened. In fact, he probably wouldn’t have stayed over in the first place. But this felt different. Was it because they were on holiday? Maybe.
Whatever it was, Henry didn’t have the burning urge to escape back to his villa. And if the way Dom shuffled back into him, pressing his arse against Henry’s morning wood, was anything to go by, then Dom didn’t want to kick him out anytime soon.
Henry had his arm around Dom’s waist, hand resting on his toned stomach, and when Dom held his hand, he smiled. “Morning.”
“Morning,” Dom replied, voice scratchy with sleep. “I wasn’t sure you’d still be here when I woke up.”
“Did you want me to be?” Henry held his breath. He didn’t think he’d read this wrong, but...
Dom pulled his arm tighter around him and moaned when Henry’s cock nestled between his arse cheeks. “Yeah.”
Henry smiled, warmth radiating through him from more than just the heat of the quilt. He slipped his hand from under Dom’s and slid it down further until he met the unmistakable hardness of Dom’s cock straining against the material of his pyjamas.
Gripping the length of him, Henry gave it a squeeze, making Dom’s breath catch. “You’re wide awake, then.”
Dom laughed. “Yep.”
Henry ground against his backside, his own erection making itself known. “Me too.”
“So I see.”
He kissed the back of Dom’s neck, eliciting a shiver, then made his way up to just behind his ear. “What shall we do about that?”
Henry was up for anything.
Maybe not fucking, though. It was still early, and he wasn’t sure he could be arsed with all that exertion first thing. Sleepy frotting, on the other hand, sounded about perfect.
Slipping his hand under the waistband of Dom’s pyjamas, he gripped his cock again, skin to skin, stroking him while grinding against him from behind. “We could do this?” he suggested, kissing along Dom’s neck again. “If you want?”
“Yeah,” Dom breathed, arching into Henry’s hand, then pushing back against him. “This’s good.”
They stayed like that for a moment before Henry got frustrated with the layers of clothes between him and Dom’s arse.
“Can I pull these down a bit?” he asked, desperate to feel Dom’s skin against his.
Dom took a second to answer, like he had to concentrate on thinking. Henry grinned.
“Hang on.” Dom leant over the side of the bed before reappearing with a familiar tube in hand.
Oh yeah. This was going to be so much better.
Dom passed it to Henry, then tugged off his pyjama bottoms and kicked them onto the floor before burrowing back under the covers.
Wasting no time, Henry poured lube into his hand and coated his cock, biting his lip as he stroked himself a couple of times.
“Hey,” Dom whispered, amusement in his tone. “Remember me?”
“Sorry,” Henry murmured, grinning as he poured out more lube and then took hold of Dom again. “Got carried away.” He started to jack Dom, slow and steady, and shuffled forward to slot his cock between Dom’s arse cheeks, the slide easy now.
“Hmm...” Henry closed his eyes, sensation building as he thrust into the tight space. It rolled through him, picking up pace until he fell the tell-tale tingle at the base of his spine. “Close,” he murmured, kissing Dom’s neck.
“Yeah.” Dom put his hand over Henry’s, urging him to go faster, hold tighter. The room filled with the sound of soft moans and snatched breaths until finally they tumbled over the edge together.
Henry rested his forehead against the back of Dom’s neck, basking in the afterglow. When he glanced down and saw the sticky mess he’d made of Dom’s lower back, he chuckled. “Let me go get some tissue before we trash the sheets.”
“Hurry,” Dom said, holding his hand away from the duvet. “I have a fistful that’s desperate to escape.” He grimaced and Henry laughed even more.
