On his back, nails digging in just enough to sting. On his belly, fingers spreading possessively, gripping, claiming. On his chest, thumbs finding his nipples, circling, making Adriel gasp into his mouth. On his hips, holding him in place, controlling the rhythm even now. On his ass. Squeezing. Gripping. Pulling him closer, harder, tighter against the hardness pressing up between them.
Adriel moaned. Loud and wanton and completely unashamed.
"Missed you," Landen gasped against his mouth. "Fuck, I missed you so much. I thought…" His voice broke. He kissed Adriel again, harder, like he couldn't stand to stop kissing him.
Adriel understood. He felt the same.
"I need you," Landen whispered. "Need to feel you. Need to touch you. Need to…"
His hand left Adriel's ass, came up. Two fingers pressed against Adriel's lips. Adriel opened without hesitation. Took them into his mouth. Sucked.
He sucked them like he needed them, like they were the only thing keeping him alive, moaning around the digits while Landen watched with dark, hungry eyes.
"That's it," Landen breathed. "Good boy. So good for me."
Adriel's hips rocked forward involuntarily at the words. His cock, trapped between them, leaking against Landen's stomach.
Then Landen pulled his fingers out.
Replaced them with his tongue, kissing him deep and dirty while his wet fingers slid down, down, between Adriel's cheeks. They found his entrance and circled, soft and slow, massaging the tight ring of muscle.
Adriel whimpered into his mouth.
Landen's fingers kept moving. Teasing. Then one slipped inside. The stretch was sharp and exactly what Adriel needed. He cried out, breaking the kiss, his head falling back as Landen's finger pushed deeper. Landen's mouth immediately found his throat.
"More," Adriel gasped. "Please, more."
Landen gave him more. A second finger joined the first, stretching him open, working him slow and thorough. His fingers moving inside him quickly, curling, searching, finding that spot that made Adriel's whole body seize.
"There," Adriel sobbed. "Right there, don't stop…"
Landen didn't stop.
He fucked him with his fingers, slow and deep, hitting that spot over and over while his mouth worked its way up Adriel's throat,his jaw, back to his mouth. They kissed sloppy and desperate while Landen's fingers worked him open, while Adriel moaned and shook and lost himself completely.
The pleasure built and built. Adriel could feel it coiling in his belly, could feel himself getting close just from this, just from Landen's fingers and his mouth and the overwhelming love pouring off him in waves.
But he needed more. He needed Landen. Inside him. Filling him.
"Please," he begged against Landen's mouth. "Please, I need you. I need your cock. Please fuck me. Please."
Landen growled. The sound was low and animal and it went straight to Adriel's cock. He pulled his fingers out, and Adriel whimpered at the loss.
Then Landen spat into his palm. Adriel watched, transfixed, as he wrapped his hand around his cock and spread the saliva over it, slicking himself up. His cock was hard and thick and beautiful and it was about to be inside him.
Landen lined up. Looked up at him. "Ready?" he asked. His voice was wrecked.
Adriel nodded. "Yes. Please. Now."
Landen pushed in.
The stretch was everything. Full and too much and exactly what Adriel had been craving for three endless days. He cried out, his head falling back, his hands gripping Landen's shoulders for dear life. Landen kept pushing, sinking deeper, until he was fully seated, until there was no space left between them.
They stayed like that for a moment. Breathing together. Existing together.
Then Adriel started to move. Slow at first. Rocking his hips, getting used to the feel of Landen inside him, the fullness, the sting. Landen's hands gripped his ass, guiding him, helping him find the rhythm.
Then faster. Harder.
