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His face does something complicated that I can’t read, and then his hand slides up to my cheek, and he uses his thumb to press against the front of my chin. My lips pop open, and my jaw hangs with a gap between my teeth, and then he leans forward.
“Why do you want to kiss me?” he murmurs. “Why do you want to touch dicks?”
“Because I’m sad,” I say, unchecked, unthinking. “I’m lonely. You’re hot. We’re here. I’m trying to make it uncomplicated.”
He scoffs. “Nothing with you is uncomplicated, Easton. Nothing.”
And then, before I can reply to defend myself—or agree—he leans in, and then his mouth is on mine.
I freeze. I don’t know what the fuck to do for a second because I have kissed men before, but this is my first time doing it sober. It’s the first time I’m profoundly aware of the rough facial hair scraping against my chin and the calloused fingers holding my face.
My eyes slowly start to slip closed, and my hands are moving without my conscious permission. They land on his ribs, squeezing, pulling until he’s grunting and shifting in between my legs.
Then there’s a noise off in the distance, and he freezes. He breaks the kiss with a wet pop, and I’m left there with my lips parted.
“That door doesn’t lock, does it?”
I swallow heavily. “No.”
This is the moment where he stops, isn’t it? Where it ends? Where we pretend like this never happened?
Rune digs his fingers into the mattress on either side of my ass, and then he bows his head. “How dark does this room get?”
“Uh…pitch-black. Helps us sleep. Why?”
He’s quiet for another moment, then slides off me, and I can’t help but make a small, needy noise. His gaze catches mine, and something plays along his lips—a smile? A smirk? It’s gone before I can tell.
He doesn’t go far though. He takes two steps over to the little table where the tiny lamp is glowing, then sets his finger on the button. “Don’t move,” he orders.
My entire body goes stiff, and then suddenly, the room is plunged into darkness. My breath catches in my chest. I’m not a huge fan of the dark. It’s always made me feel very alone, and my thoughts aren’t my best company.
But then the bed dips, and wandering hands touch my chest. They trace up my sides, then my shoulders, and then Rune climbs over me and lies beside me with his back to the wall.
“Come here,” he murmurs. His hands show me what he wants me to do, and I roll toward him and hook my knee over his hips.
I’m rock hard, and it only takes shuffling around for a second before my erection hits him in his lower stomach. He grunts, then lets out the softest groan before his hand trails down to touch me through my sweats.
“This is for me?” he asks.
I swallow thickly and nod before remembering he can’t see me either. “Uh. Yeah.”
“Fuck.” He says it like he’s surprised. Like it’s unusual to have someone so ready to climb his body like a tree and let him put his tongue anywhere he wants to.
“Have you done this before?” he asks in a whisper.
I squeeze my eyes shut and watch the stars burst. “No.”
“Fuck,” he says again. Then suddenly, one hand is on my chin, and he’s guiding me back into a kiss. This one is deeper, messier, a little meaner. His teeth dig into my lower lip and bite before he lets go, and then he shoves his tongue along mine, like he’s tasting every inch of my mouth.
I grunt and groan, a little too loudly, I realize when Rune pulls back and quietly shushes me.
“Someone’s going to hear,” he murmurs against the side of my neck, then bites down and sucks.
My hips arch against him, rocking, desperate for friction. He sucks a little harder as he sinks his fingertips into my ass and yanks me fully against him.
I suddenly don’t know why I should care if someone hears us. Let them. Let them all know that I’m in bed with Rune. That he and I are together. That I’m being touched by him, kissed by him…
Oh fuck. Stroked by him.
