I lowered my voice. “I want you inside me again.”
He cupped my face and kissed me again. “Fuck yes. Anything you want. I’m vers. You can fuck me too.”
My heart lurched. I hadn’t topped for a while, but I loved it when I did. “Yeah?” I slipped my hands down to squeeze his ass. “I’d be down for that sometime.”
He turned to unlock the front door. “We’ve got to be quiet. I don’t want to wake anyone.”
I nodded and pantomimed zipping my lips. I was drunk, but I wasn’t obnoxious.
He got us inside, relocked the door, and led me up the stairs. We had to stop a couple of times to kiss—both of us too desperate to wait.
When we got to his room, I headed for the bed, shedding clothes as I went.
“I’ll get some water and ibuprofen,” he said.
“Glad I’m spending the night,” I said, voice muffled as I pulled my shirt over my head, too impatient to unbutton it fully. For once, I didn’t care about my clothes. I tossed them on the floor and slid beneath the sheets.
The water was running in the kitchenette. A moment later, the bed dipped and Bryson handed me the glass. “Drink up, babe.”
I propped myself on one elbow to guzzle the water and then fell back against my pillows. “Get out of those clothes. I’ve got needs.”
He laughed. “Okay, give me a minute.”
I closed my eyes—just resting them—while Bryson stripped down and crawled into bed beside me. He wrapped an arm around me, lips brushing my forehead.
“Hey, Silas?”
“Hm?”
“Maybe we should just sleep.”
I sighed, a protest on my lips, but the words eluded me. Darkness swept in, fast and total, and I was out like a light.
I woke late the next morning to the gentle sensation of lipsagainst my shoulder. I stretched, and a hard cock prodded the back of my thigh.
I glanced over my shoulder to see Bryson blinking at me through bleary eyes. “Mornin’, sleepyhead,” he said.
“Hey. What time is—oh.”
Bryson slid his hand down my chest and wrapped his fingers around my morning wood. My breath caught as my cock went fully hard.
“You still want me?” he asked in my ear.
I pressed my ass back against him. “Yes.”
“Good.” He stroked my dick a few times, getting me good and hot for him, while he dipped his head to nibble the side of my neck.
Goosebumps rushed over my flesh. I craned my head to the side, giving him more access. He released my cock, sliding his hand up to twist my nipple.
I made a needy noise, but he rolled away from me. “Gotta grab some supplies.”
Arousal was burning through me. “Hurry.”
A drawer rattled open, followed by some riffling noises. The snick of a lube cap. The sounds only fired my anticipation more.
He rolled back, his bed-warmed body pressing against my back and ass.
“Lift your leg.” He shifted his right leg between mine, giving me a place to rest my thigh, and spread me open. Cool, slippery lube slid through my crack and circled my rim.
