Page 32 of Love Lessons

Dustin dug his thumbs back into those magical spots, like he wanted to dig past Landon’s ribs and right into his heart. It was agonizing and glorious, so painful that he was crying and so erotic that his whole body sung with pleasure.

He was thrusting and quivering, chasing that rough friction on his cock and straining against his bonds. This was everything. Everything that he’d ever wanted.

And then it was crashing through him. Like lightning and thunder, so close that it was shaking the world around him. The pleasure went on and on, in floods and oceans, until he was left floating in the tidepool.

He was limp and hazy and still sparking in the aftershocks as Dustin slowly withdrew his thumbs. His sides still ached, an erotic reminder that he knew he would carry for days.

He watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Dustin unzipped and got himself off in a few quick strokes. Landon wished he was more focused, because watching Dustin come was magnificent, his head thrown back and his neck straining.

But he was too sleepy, too sated and relaxed, to do anything but lazily watch as his eyes drifted closed.

He felt Dustin removing the cuffs and rubbing his wrists, but it was all very far away. And then something soft and dry was rubbing along his chest and belly, cleaning off the rapidly cooling cum.

Dustin shifted his body and he let himself be shifted, snuggling in deeper when he found his head on Dustin’s shoulder and their legs tangled together.

He didn’t usually cuddle like this, but he was just so sleepy and warm. He would just take a little nap and then tell Dustin goodbye.

The next thing Landon noticed was heavy arms around his body and warm breath against his neck. It was soothing and luxurious, somehow, a feeling that he didn’t want to savor but did anyway.

It took him a moment to figure out where he was and what was happening. Oh, right. Dustin and the best damn sex he’d ever had in his life.

Which made the whole thing kind of scary. He couldn’t let himself get used to this. It was just sex after all. Really, really, really good sex.

He sat up. He needed space. Needed to tell Dustin to leave. Maybe set up another time to… no, better just focus on getting him out the door. This was supposed to be a lesson, after all, though that had completely derailed.

He noticed that it was dark outside, but his clock was behind him, so he didn’t have any real sense of time. The lamp was still on, though, so he could see Dustin’s sleep-rumpled face. He shouldn’t have looked so kissable like that, his hair sticking up and his face grumpy as he blinked open his eyes.

Dustin rolled over sleepily and tugged on his arm. Landon resisted. Dustin pulled him back down more forcefully, manhandling him back into his arms.

Landon squirmed, but he wasn’t sure how much he was trying to get away. Not to mention, being pinned like that was really hot. Maybe if this was going to lead to another round of amazing sex…

He nuzzled and kissed along Dustin’s jaw, tasting the salt on his skin. God, he tasted good. Landon added his leg to the equation, delighted to discover that Dustin was wearing only his boxers now with no rough jeans between them.

Dustin pinned his leg between his thighs, stilling him. This was heaven.

Sleep, he commanded, or maybe requested, his hand half-falling lazily over his face as he signed in the dim glow of the lamp.

We could be doing so many other things… Landon ran a hand down Dustin’s chest, only to have that pinned, too. Of course, that only got him more turned on.

But Dustin didn’t take it anywhere. He just caressed Landon’s wrists in little soft circles. After a while he relaxed his hand and ran it up Landon’s arm, and then looped it over his back. Landon was half-hard, but this felt warm and cozy.

What are you doing? Landon pulled back to sign.

Dustin looked amused. Cuddling. And sleeping.

I don’t cuddle. Or have people sleep over.

It’s four in the morning. I can leave when it’s really morning.

Landon scrunched his eyes closed and then opened them again. Dammit. Alright. You can stay.

Dustin still seemed to think this was funny.

Landon inched away. Dustin could sleep here, but they weren’t going to cuddle. It wasn’t what he did.

Dustin pulled him back in tight and closed his eyes. His arms were so warm and strong and safe, his chest such a perfect place to press his face into. It was dangerous.

Landon pushed away again.