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Barrett’s smile became a smirk right as he climbed on the bed and hung his legs off the edge. He spread them wide. Inviting Ambrose in.
How could he say no to such a generous offering?
Ambrose slipped between those massive thighs, felt them squeeze lightly, and then Barrett was pulling him down by the shoulders. On top of him. Letting Ambrose slither up his body and do as he pleased.
He was offering Ambrose permission and power to hold Barrett as he chose. To lay down kisses and caress oil-slick skin. To explore as his desire dictated. And Barrett gifted him these things gently, as if they were worthy of tender care and understanding and yes, passion. The revelation left Ambrose sucking in a shaky breath.
“You okay?”
Barrett was looking at him with those deep, dark eyes, the concerned twist of his mouth no longer hidden by thick hair. He looked ten years younger and yet still the same. There was a small scar on his chin and that’s where Ambrose chose to press a soft kiss. Barrett inhaled and curled his fingers into Ambrose’s hair as it fell over them.
“I’m okay.” He pulled back to sit on Barrett’s thighs and run his hands over that incredible chest. “I’m okay. Really. You rattle me.”
“In a good way, I hope.”
“In the best way.” Ambrose couldn’t find his voice above a whisper but into that he poured his lust, theneedfor the man lying beneath him.
Barrett heard it. He yanked Ambrose down, no longer careful with his touches. No longer caging his own pleasure for worry of making Ambrose flinch. Barrett knew he wouldn’t. Not with him. Not ever with him.
This kiss bit. There were teeth in his lower lip, then a tongue in his mouth, and large hands roaming his bare back. Sliding down. Teasing the waistband of his jeans. Then two fingers slid in, directly over his tailbone, then down the swell of his ass. Ambrose let out a filthy moan andbit back.
“Fuck. Minx.” Barrett tore away from the battle they were waging with their mouths to run his tongue along Ambrose’s jaw. “Fuck. Fuck. I knew you’d be dirty in bed.”
“Thought about that often?”
“More than I….goddammit Ambrose…”
Ambrose chuckled against his chest, leaned back to admire the already fading teeth marks he’d left on one pec. “Too rough for you?”
The world spun, his belly swooping with shocked delight, and then he was staring up at Barrett’s pleased smile. “Not enough.” Barrett pushed a thumb into Ambrose’s lower lip and Ambrose sucked it into his mouth. “Can I fuck you?”
“Thought that’s what we were doing.”
Barrett shook that shaggy head. “Yeah but I gotta check.”
What Ambrose heard rang like the clearest church bell:I have to check you still want this. That you want me. Please want me.
He pulled one hand away from Barrett’s chest, where he’d been swirling his fingertips in chest hair as if finger painting, and undid the button on his own jeans. Shoved them down, took his briefs with the worn denim. Shoved them further, as far as he could reach, so his cock sprang up and he could get a hand around it. “I need you to fuck me,” he growled, his gaze never leaving Barrett’s. “I need it.” Emotion swelled in the hollow of his throat, rose up to strangle him. “I need you.”
That already smoldering gaze went pitch black and the expression on Barrett’s strong features turned into something calculating. As if Ambrose were an equation and Barrett could figure it out. It hollowed him out, that look. Speared him, spread him open, left him vulnerable. It left him trembling, his shaky breaths filling what little space there was between them.
“Jesus Christ, Ambrose.” Barrett swiped his thumbs over Ambrose’s cheeks, his cheekbones. Up, over his temples and then into his hairline. Down around the sensitive curves of his ears, then along his jaw until Barrett could wrap one big hand around the back of his neck and pull him into a kiss.
The other hand wrapped around his cock and Ambrosekeened. Some strangled, high-pitched noise in the back of his throat that sounded like a sob of relief. His back bowed with it, his hands gripped Barrett’s shoulders with its power, and his voice rang with the sound of his own furious desire as he said Barrett’s name.
“I was gonna ask you what you like but I think I figured it out.” Ambrose had to roll his eyes forward and up, away from the backs of his eyelids, to see Barrett staring at him with fierce concentration. Barrett swiped a thumb over the head of Ambrose’s cock and it made him shudder. “Oh, your face. Fuck. Like this?” A twist of his wrist, fingers grasping, and Ambrose gasped. “You’re sensitive.”
“To everything,” he managed to gasp. His thighs were already shaking. Ambrose flung an arm over his head and grabbed the headboard. “Do it again. Please.”
“This?” Another twist, somehow teasing in its touch now, and Ambrose groaned. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” His words were stuck in his throat and it was all he could do to gasp and moan. “Bedside table?”
Ambrose nodded but scrambled after Barrett as he moved to the edge of the bed. “Not yet. Just get them out but…” He gripped Barrett’s arm, pulled him back. “Take the rest of your clothes off. Let me see you.” His other hand was on Barrett’s chest and sliding down, dragging blunt nails over his skin. “Unless you need help.”
Barrett laughed, the sound weak, but he immediately started undoing the button and zipper on his jeans. Ambrose went for the bedside table instead, his shaking fingers barely able to grab the condoms and lube. When he turned back, Barrett pushed him down gently and slid up his body, until his thighs were bracketing the middle of Ambrose’s torso.
He couldn’t even be shocked by how quickly Barrett got naked. He was too busy staring. “Can I…” Ambrose reached out but stopped inches from the black and red stripes tattooed on Barrett’s thighs.
“Not what you were expecting?” There was teasing in that voice, but also a note of halting concern.
