Page 19 of Promises Kept

Dylan leaned in and whispered, “I couldn’t agree more.”

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Alec’s hands trailed lower, over Dylan’s groin where his dick hardened in his underwear. Dylan reached down to slip his hands inside Alec’s boxers. Alec was erect, feeling hot and smooth in his hands, and Dylan slid his fingers up and down his shaft. Alec’s breathing deepened, and his own fingers found Dylan’s cock, freeing it from his briefs then squeezing it roughly. Dylan knew tonight would be a mutual jack-off session and he was quite happy with that plan.

God, the way Alec had turned the table on that piece of shit ex…it had made him instantly hard.

His mouth found Alec’s, willing, heated, and voracious, as his tongue fucked Dylan’s mouth and his fingers grew rougher on Dylan’s cock. He couldn’t get enough of the warmth and masculinity of his lover’s body, the faint scratch of stubble against his jaw line as Alec kissed him fiercely. The scent of male sweat and booze permeated Dylan’s brain, and it was heady. Warm hands moved under the covers to grip each other, fluids leaking from hardened cocks used to lubricate the stroking and teasing actions as they pleasured each other. Dylan never grew tired of the fact that the hard body against his, with its concave planes of muscle and soft hair, was Alec’s, and Dylan never grew tired of the awe he felt when this man, his grá geal, soul mate, was with him in this most intimate of acts between two men.

“A rún mo chroí, a chuid den tsaol,” he murmured into Alec’s ear, knowing his lapse into his native language drove Alec wild.

Alec gasped. “What does that mean?” he managed to get out before his cock pulsed in Dylan’s fingers and he spilled hot seed all over Dylan’s hands and belly. Dylan smiled as Alec’s fingers grew rougher and stronger on his cock. He was ready to let go too.

“It means, secret of my heart, share of my life.” As Dylan said the words, he felt his own orgasm building and with a soft cry, he shot forth streams of hot, sticky semen.

Alec sought Dylan’s mouth once again and claimed it like a starving man. They lay together, panting, sticky, sweaty, and Dylan was satiated.

“I love you, Dylan,” Alec muttered sleepily, and Dylan kissed his sweating forehead.

“I love you too, mo chroí, my heart,” he whispered back. “Always.”