“Maybe not so little, eh.”
Henry grinned, loving how easy this was. “It’s been a while, I can’t remember.”
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” Dom drew back to look at him, eyes alight with a mixture of heat and amusement.
Henry’s favourite combination.
He took Henry’s hand and led him towards the stairs. “I had plans of showing you around, then spoiling you with delicious food, but I see we need to get something out of the way first.”
“And what’s that?” Henry asked, following Dom up the stairs and staring shamelessly at his arse in those tight jeans he wore.
“I need to jog your memory.” He stopped on the landing and turned to face Henry, one hand palming the bulge in his jeans. “Fuck you so hard, you don’t forget again.”
Oh.
Henry froze on the top step, mouth dry, pulse racing, eyes glued to the slow, teasing movement of Dom’s hand on his cock. “Um... yes. That should do it.”
Dom’s laughter filled the space around them, and Henry couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed about his inadequate response. Not when Dom looked at him like that. Like Henry was the only thing that mattered in the world at that moment.
Being the sole focus of Dom’s attention was a heady feeling and he grabbed onto the bannister rail to ground himself.
“Come on,” Dom murmured, voice a little rough. “Let me at least show you my bedroom.”
Henry took his hand again and let Dom lead him into the only room he was interested in right now. Though it could’ve been painted pink with gold stars and Henry still wouldn’t have noticed.
All he saw was Dom.
They undressed in silence.
That was until Henry got distracted watching Dom slide his boxers down those thick thighs dusted with dark blond hairs. A low moan escaped him and he licked his lips, totally forgetting about his own boxers still halfway on, thumbs tucked into the waistband.
Dom glanced up and smiled, that soft smile that sent Henry’s heart racing. “Let me help you with those.” He put his hands over Henry’s and slid his underwear down until they pooled on the floor at his feet.
Dom shuffled closer.
They weren’t touching, not quite, but Henry’s every nerve ending tingled, anticipation pulsing through him until he couldn’t stand it any longer and took that final small step.
The moment they were skin to skin, Henry sighed. This was what he’d been missing, what he’d craved since the second they’d parted ways in that car park.
He wrapped his arms around Dom’s neck and drew him into a kiss, lips soft and warm as they opened for him. Henry moaned, his tongue finding Dom’s, turning the spark of desire in his belly to a roaring flame. Their skin touched from chest to thigh, the brush of Dom’s cock against his made his breath catch, but it wasn’t enough.
Nowhere near enough.
Henry wriggled a hand in between them and curled his fingers around them both. Pressed together like that, every little thrust of Dom’s hips made his pulse race.
So much better.
“I’ve missed this.” Dom muttered the words against Henry’s skin, trailing kisses down his throat.
“Me too.” His breath caught when Dom nipped him, the sting a sharp contrast to the pleasure winding its way through his veins. “A little too much.” Henry was in danger of ending this before they’d even got started.
“We’ve got all night, remember.”
“I know, but you had plans. I don’t want to spoil any more of them.”
Dom grinned and backed off, much to Henry’s relief, and led him towards his bed. “I did promise to fuck you, didn’t I?”
“I need reminding how big your cock is. Apparently.”
