“I’m sorry,” he interrupted quickly, looking away from those dark eyes, his gaze falling on Obiora’s throat. “I’m so—I kept holding the words back because the timing never felt right; I wanted to say them at the perfect moment, you know? I realise now that that’s just unrealistic … and slightly ridiculous.” He laughed awkwardly.
“Aw baby, please don’t apologise,” Obiora said, one hand lifting to cup Ejiro’s chin and tilt his face back up, their eyes locking. His boyfriend looked amused, and so, so fond. “You didn’t have to say the words for me to know they were there and they were true; actions do speak louder than words, after all. Also, that’s probably the cutest and most romantic thing I have ever heard.”
“Shut up,” Ejiro groaned. Obiora laughed.
“No, I’m serious. And this was the perfect moment, if you think about it.” Obiora’s eyes darkened, his voice deepening. “I literally just woke up from the best sleep I’ve had in a while because I had my lover in my arms, and the first thing he tells me is that he loves me. How could it get any better than that?”
Ejiro swallowed the lump in his throat. “Obiora,” he whispered.
“I love you,” Obiora said, his voice just as low.
“I love you,” Ejiro echoed. “I love you. I love you.” He wanted to scream it from the rooftops, each declaration leaving him trembling and overwhelmed.
Obiora looked just as dazed, his breaths coming in slightly fast.
“Ejiro,” he whispered passionately, then they were kissing.
Ejiro dragged him close, his hands going into Obiora’s hair, fingers tangling in the curls. Their mouths were sleep-warm and a bit musty, but they still kissed like it was the last thing they’d do, moulding their lips together and then tangling their tongues in a sensuous dance that left them both panting and trembling.
Desire pooled like lava in Ejiro’s stomach, and he whined, shifting restlessly until Obiora pushed against him so he was flat on his back and Obiora was on top of him, pressing his thick, muscled thigh between Ejiro’s legs.
Ejiro had to pull back from the kiss to gasp, rocking his hips helplessly against the pressure on his aching length.
“Fuck,” Obiora whispered, grinding against him, his own dick a hot brand against Ejiro’s hip. He trailed kisses down his jaw, nipping and gently sucking on his suddenly sensitive flesh. “Ejiro,” he whispered, pressing his thigh down harder, stealing Ejiro’s breath. “What do you want, baby?”
Ejiro swallowed. Obiora was licking his throat, nipping at the sensitive point that joined his neck and shoulder, before sucking hard on the flesh, the feel of it making Ejiro groan and jerk.
“Do you want to stop?” Obiora asked, beginning to pull away.
“No,” he admitted desperately, the words ringing with truth. “Don’t stop. Obiora, I want you. I want you so much. Please.”
Obiora took his lips in another fervent kiss, like the words were too much to bear. They kissed again and again, rolling their hips together—making out until they were literally gasping for breath into each other’s mouths, the sound of their lips smacking loud and arousing in the quiet of the morning.
“Obiora,” Ejiro groaned when Obiora lifted off him to take off their shirts, before coming back down to join their lips, their bodies meeting skin to skin for the first time. “Obiora,” Ejiro moaned again, arching against him, wanting the warmth—the intimate press of Obiora’s naked skin against his somehow imprinted on him.
Obiora tugged at his lower lip with his teeth, making Ejiro shudder, the action going straight to his throbbing dick. “Ejiro,” Obiora echoed, his voice just as raw.
“I want—” Ejiro broke off, heat flooding his cheeks, even as the arousal in his stomach blazed hotter, his prick throbbing harder.
Obiora lifted up slightly so he was balanced on one elbow, looking down at him with eyes dark with lust. “Yes, baby?”
Ejiro swallowed thickly. “I want …” His eyes dropped to Obiora’s mouth, pink and full, wet and swollen. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He squeezed his legs almost involuntarily around the thigh still lodged in-between them.
Explicit, enthusiastic consent, he reminded himself.
“Your mouth,” Ejiro confessed in a shy rush, nails digging into Obiora’s biceps. Oh God.
“What about my mouth?” Obiora teased huskily, leaning down to nip playfully at Ejiro’s jaw.
Ejiro bit his lip, something hot and achy building up between his ribs. “Obiora, don’t tease.”
Obiora laughed softly. The sound made Ejiro feel like he was falling in love with him all over again.
Obiora balanced his weight on his left arm so he could slide his right hand down Ejiro’s chest—brushing a stiff nipple, making Ejiro shiver almost violently at the light touch—slowly, slowly, until he was cupping Ejiro’s length through his shorts.
Ejiro felt like he couldn’t breathe.
“Here, baby?” Obiora said, still teasing, but his voice was dark, rough. He gave Ejiro’s dick a gentle squeeze. “Is this where you want my mouth?”
