Page 78 of Love Language

M drew in close, still fucking into him, eyes wide and mouth open as he came also, only seconds behind.

Marco slowed his strokes, letting them both ride out the lingering waves of euphoria.

Finally, he collapsed on Greg’s chest and Greg pulled him in tightly. Even though Marco was smaller, he wouldn’t be able to breath after a few more minutes of his full weight. He didn’t care at all.

Marco’s breath was rapid in his ear, his moans beautiful and satisfying.

Greg moved just enough to wrap his legs around Marco as well. He didn’t want him to pull out, didn’t want this closeness to end.

At last, Marco placed a gentle kiss on his jaw.

Good? Marco asked. Or at least that’s what Greg guessed he said. He felt the side of Marco’s hand move from about where his chin would be, out across his chest.

He nodded, not wanting to pull away enough to sign.

You were beautiful, Marco signed, pressing a finger into Greg’s chest and then spreading his fingers across Greg’s face.

Greg caught his hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing each finger.

He felt beautiful. Adored and treasured. Seen. Whole.

And so connected to Marco, who would give him everything that he needed.

Marco thrust lazily into him a few more times, making both of them shiver. He loved that Marco’s cock was still hard at times like these, that he never had to pull out because biology demanded it. He never got tired of that.

He realized, all in a rush, that everything in his life was exactly the way that he wanted it. He’d kind of known it for a while now, but this scene had just brought it all together, all at once.

It was like the two halves of his life, the half with Richard and the half with Marco, had finally snapped back together into a whole.

He wasn’t the bratty boy he had been. He was an older man, quieter and more reflective. And Marco was the right Dom to give him everything that he needed.

Today, Marco had found a way to unite the two halves, to give him the rough scenes that he’d been clinging to in memory, but without imposing on his history with Richard.

He had the sense that this hadn’t been as easy for Marco, and that was what really made it beautiful. That Marco had done all of this for him.

But there was so much more that they could do together. He was Marco’s older submissive, and having a caring, supportive Dom was much more his speed now. His kinks had evolved, as had his desires in a relationship. His memory and his present could both be perfect, but it was easy to decide which one was more important for his future.

He formed his hand into the I-love-you shape and pressed it into Marco’s chest, waving it gently back and forth over his heart. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to say it for the first time right after sex, but he was too overwhelmed to hold back.

He’d been waiting for the right time, and there simply wasn’t one. Or maybe this was it.

Marco jerked his head up, a quizzical and hopeful look on his face. Greg forgot sometimes that Marco could feel vulnerable, too.

Greg nodded, then untangled his arms from Marco’s body to sign between them with arms crossed over his chest. I love you.

Chapter 15 Marco

Marco was stunned.

Those three little words were everything that he’d been hoping for, but to see them now… what did that mean?

He’d known for a while that he was in love with Greg, but he’d always thought of it as an unattainable love, an unequal longing that he could only dream might someday be returned.

And now, to have Greg declare it just after a scene that he’d only reluctantly pushed himself to create… He’d enjoyed it, because Greg had enjoyed it, but if this was what Greg wanted every day, he wouldn’t be able to keep it up.

He wanted to confess his love, to shout it from the rooftops. But instead, they were going to need to talk. Dammit.

He started to pull back, but Greg clung to him, snuggly and floaty in the afterglow, pressing kisses to Marco’s shoulder. God, he didn’t want to interrupt this moment for Greg. This should be aftercare right now.