Vidal lay still. Connor worked him open in steady strokes, his fingers crooked just so on every other thrust to make Vidal’s breath go ragged. He added a third finger when Vidal’s body began to yield around him, and at some point in the next minute Vidal stopped being able to track time as a continuous quantity. There were Connor’s fingers inside him, and the steady building of heat at the base of his spine, forming the entirety of his world.
Then Connor took his fingers out of him, and Vidal let out a keening whine.
Connor moved down the bed. He hooked Vidal’s leg up over his shoulder, eased his other knee out wide, and brought his mouth down between Vidal’s legs in one deliberate movement.
Vidal’s hand came down hard on the back of Connor’s head and stayed there. Connor’s mouth closed around the head of his cock, hot and wet, and Connor’s tongue worked against the slit. His free hand had come back up between Vidal’s legs withtwo fresh slick fingers, sliding deep inside him in time with the movements of his tongue.
“Oh. Oh,Connor— ”
Connor took him deeper. Every time Vidal felt the heat at the base of his spine begin to climb in earnest, Connor backed off. He drew away, slowed the press of his fingers, and laid wet open kisses against Vidal’s cock until his breathing had eased out of the danger zone, and then started again.
By the third time he’d done this, Vidal was shaking on the pillows, and his begging had begun in earnest.
“Connor, please. Connor, I cannot —per l’amor de Déu, Connor, please…I need you to let me come. I need you to let me come, Connor,please.”
Connor lifted his head off Vidal’s cock and looked up the length of his body. His pupils were blown so wide that the blue of his irises had gone almost entirely. He held Vidal’s eyes for one long, breathless beat, then he bent his head, took Vidal’s cock back into his mouth all the way to the root, and pressed his fingers deep inside him at the same time.
He came down Connor’s throat in long pulsing waves that he could feel in the soles of his feet. Connor swallowed and kept swallowing, working him through it with careful strokes of his tongue, his fingers still buried inside him and pressed firmly against the spot that made every aftershock run twice as long as it should have. Vidal heard himself crying somewhere outside his own body.
Connor eased off only when Vidal’s body went limp against him. He gathered Vidal against his chest with his arm under Vidal’s shoulder and held him there.
“There you go, sweetheart. There you go.”
Vidal turned his face into the warm hollow at the side of Connor’s neck and let himself cry.
Connor didn’t comment on it. He stroked the back of Vidal’s neck in steady passes, his thumb working a small circle behind Vidal’s ear, and after a while the crying slowed into the occasional shuddering breath. Vidal lay against his chest with the sling between them as he listened to Connor’s beating heart under his ear.
After a long while he registered that Connor was still hard against his hip.
Vidal’s hand moved down Connor’s stomach, but Connor caught his wrist before he reached the waistband of his shorts.
“Not tonight, love.”
“Connor, I am perfectly capable of — ”
“I know you are. I’m telling you I don’t want it. This one was just for you.”
“That is notfair, Connor.”
“It’s very fair. I’ve been wanting to do that to you for days. Let me have my afternoon. You fed me my pudding, sweetheart. A man’s allowed to enjoy his pudding.”
Vidal looked up at him from the hollow of his shoulder. Connor’s face was flushed at the cheekbones, his hair was a disaster, and his chest was puffed out in a way that suggested he was very pleased with himself indeed. “You are animpossibleman, Connor Evans.”
Connor dragged the duvet up over both of them. The window above the bed had darkened by a degree; the afternoon was beginning to think about evening.
“Connor.”
“Mm.”
“I should like to stay.”
“You are staying. You’re not going anywhere on those legs.”
“I mean tonight. I should like to stay tonight. If that suits.”
“Then stay.” Connor pressed a kiss against the crown of his head. “I’ll send Wallis a message in a bit so the poor sod doesn’t have a heart attack when he checks the cameras.”
“Mercè.”
