“What?”Alex asked.
Ry reached out and ran a few fingers across Alex’s collarbone and down his side until he reached the waistband of his jeans.“So fucking hot.”
Alex blushed.“You always say that.”
His boyfriend smelled of their minty body wash, cedar deodorant, a touch of whiskey, and leather.“It’s consistently true,” he said, nibbling Alex’s ear.“You already wooed me tonight with your songs, lover boy.I’m ready.”
Alex pulled off Ry’s shirt.The familiar dance they shared, year after year, still held a potent magic in the way his jaw went slack and his eyes locked onto his own.
Alex ran a thick finger down Ry’s chest, tracing the bones and the muscle.He rarely said anything when touching Ry like this.
“Breathtaking,” Alex whispered, his voice gentle and in awe.
Ry stepped closer.
Alex smiled, a tender thing, vulnerable and open, and Ry leaned up and kissed him gently, carefully, and pulled him close, intentional and soft.No matter what kind of sex it turned into, it would be the best.
Ry, his hot urgency returning, pressed his lips to Alex’s firmly, hardening his lips and muscles in anticipation.Alex let go for a moment and came back soft.His ardor was intense and passionate, without hesitation, but thoughtful, excruciatingly slow and controlled.
Ry smiled against the ongoing kiss and Alex, responding to the renewed pressure, grabbed Ry’s ass hard, eliciting a yelp of surprise.Alex grinned against his lips.
Playful meant it was gonna be mind-blowing.
Ry dragged Alex backward toward their bedroom.Tugging on the waistband of his boyfriend’s jeans, Ry guided him forward while stepping back, all the while kissing him.Alex’s flushed skin sizzled against Ry’s hand.
Ry reached for his own jean buttons as Alex shut the door, but when he turned around, he stopped Ry’s fingers in their tracks.
“That’s my job,” he said, his voice a crackling rumble.And then hands were suddenly at Ry’s waist, his jeans on the floor and his underwear with them.
Ry frustratingly worked to free Alex from those imprisoning pants.Once they were both naked, Ry dropped onto the mattress and ended up smacking his skull on the wall.
“Ah, Jesus fuck.”Ry rubbed his head.The sharp ache pulled his thoughts away from the heat.
“You alright?”Alex asked, already sitting on the bed.
“Yeah, I think so.”
Then Alex laughed.“Sorry, babe.”Alex then kissed him on the bump.“I suppose this means I’ll have to be extra gentle.”
Ry pouted, his pride stung.“Maybe.”He rubbed the crown of his head again.Defeated, he flopped back and tried to pull Alex over him.“Now, where were we?”
His kiss was tender, and his flesh burned at the touch, as Ry’s fingers traced the muscles and bones they had followed thousands of times.He let his hands test the differences in the skin, the way Alex moved differently.
“All better,” Alex murmured.
Ry playfully bit his lip.“Trust me, hot stuff.”Alex pressed down against him, heat and pressure and an overwhelming sense of safety, and he short-circuited against that freedom and gave himself over to his partner.
Speech died, and Ry could only act and grunt and groan and, in lucid moments, say yes, yes, yes.Alex’s muscles rippled, his dick full and crimson, eager.
They spoke in touch, sighs, and moans.Ry relaxed, letting Alex inside him.The thick, burning heat slid in, and Ry closed his eyes against the blooming pressure, the pleasure, the familiar ache slowly building as Alex rocked in and out as he’d done hundreds of times before.Ry groaned in delight, the noise involuntary and free.
Their bodies were so attuned to each other that Ry trusted Alex implicitly to know what to do, that he let the waves of ecstasy wash over him like the tide, the depth impossible and eternal.His eyes, dreamy, never left Alex’s face.
Then Alex found his rhythm, and Ry ached and bucked and rode Alex for everything he was worth, both taking turns sharing the strength, no stamina saved, no amount withheld.
“Fuck!”Alex shouted.“Ry, I’m gonna come!”
And Ry, a flash of clarity at his name, returned to the fullness of his body and grinned and ground harder against Alex until they both came, Ry on the tattoo on Alex’s torso, and Alex inside Ry, the heat searing and sensual.
