He put his hands on the headboard, and Gene slipped back into his ass.
Oh, and it was one hell of a view.
Someone was sleek, streamlined, and crisscrossed with tattoos all over his perfect body.
And his ass.
Jesus.
H.
Christ.
It made him want to write poetry, but mostly dirty limericks.
Yeah, it was that perfect.
As he watched his thick erection slipping in and out of his lover’s ass, there wasn’t a place he’d rather be than in some hotel with Ethan.
He was his home.
And he’d always be that.
“I’m close,” Gene muttered. “I can’t hold on for much longer.”
Well, he knew that feeling.
Ethan was fighting to catch up, but when he shoved back, taking Gene so deep, he felt the man explode.
That wet warm heat filled him, and he loved every second of it. He knew what he wanted now.
To make Gene feel that too.
As the world tilted, Gene fell onto the bed, and Ethan rolled him over. He got into position, and drove home.
Gene moaned.
“Oh, fuck, I really love my life and my man. He gives and receives,” he muttered, as Ethan returned the favor.
They were pressed together, as Gene’s thighs were over his. The whole time, they stayed chest-to-chest as they stared into each other’s eyes.
“Forever,” Ethan whispered. “I promise.”
Gene felt the same.
“My one and only,” he promised. “Until I die.”
They kissed, and as they did, Ethan exploded, taking Gene back over the edge with him from their bodies rubbing together.
Together, they came as one.
And they’d be one.
Eventually.
As everything spun around them, Gene kept Ethan over his body, and he wrapped his arms around him.
Together, they stayed that way. Ethan’s lips were by Gene’s ear, and he left kisses on his neck.
