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“Yes,” Dom murmured. He looked down—both leaking, both so hard he wasn’t sure they were going to last longer than a minute.
But that was okay.
He took their cocks in his hand, then pressed the other behind Shiloh and began to stroke him. Shiloh’s mouth dropped open, panting, and Dom sealed that gap, drinking in every sound like he needed them to survive.
“Harder,” Shiloh begged, the word muffled.
Dom obeyed, stroking harder, faster as Shiloh’s hands moved into his hair and pulled.
His balls went tight, and there was a hot fire burning in his gut, desperate to release. “I’m going to…”
“Yes,” Shiloh demanded. “Yes. Do it. Come all over me.”
As though they were magic words, Dom felt himself release—a sharp, furious cry ripping from his chest as he came. His vision whited out, and he could only feel the way Shiloh began to spill right alongside him, could only hear the muffled cry as Shiloh buried his noises against Dom’s neck.
They sat there like that for a long time—long enough that Dom’s knees started to cramp. He was too old for acrobatics, and he felt a little foolish that he hadn’t kept in better shape. But as the gentle fingers trailing lines up his sides reminded him—that didn’t matter.
What he was…it was enough.
He was exactly what Shiloh wanted.
“I love you, Shiloh.” The words were whispered in the tiny space between them, and Dom pulled back just enough to capture the other man’s lips in a searing kiss.
He had no idea who rolled them over, but it didn’t matter. He came to lying on his side with Shiloh wrapped around him like he was afraid to let go.
“I’m here,” Dom said softly.
He gently eased back, then traced a line over Dom’s cheek. “So am I.”
Dom closed his eyes, and for the first time ever, knowing it had a soft place to land, he let his heart go.
Twelve
Dom grinned as Shiloh turned from left to right in front of the mirror. He was wearing a small frown, his bottom lip out in a pout. He ran his fingers from the bottom of the lace camisole to the straps that were a little loose on his thin shoulders. “You’re certain?”
Dom had managed to hide his erection in his jeans well enough, but it wasn’t going to last if Shiloh kept touching himself like that.
“The colors don’t clash?” Shiloh asked for the fifth time.
“They’re blue and black,” Dom told him, coming up behind him. Shiloh was wearing a skirt that came to mid-thigh, and Dom saw the twitch of his cock in the thin fabric, even though it was tightly tucked behind a pair of white lace knickers.
“That sounds like a bruise,” Shiloh complained.
Dom laughed softly, then dragged his hand up to Shiloh’s left nipple, pressing just to the side of his areola. “The bruise right here is purple.”
Shiloh let out a soft gasp. In the short time since they’d given up trying to avoid how much they wanted each other, Shiloh had been fucked every which way Dom could think of. They’d explored every random idea that had come into either of their heads, and Shiloh discovered he rather liked a bit of pain when he was coming.
Especially if the pain was caused by Dom’s mouth.
His eyes met Dom’s in the mirror, and in a flash, he got that look on his face that made Dom’s cock twitch even harder. His tongue dragged over his lips, then he turned and stood high on his toes, just barely reaching Dom’s ear.
“I suppose it doesn’t matter since you’re the only one seeing me in this, and you’re going to peel it right off me the moment we get home.”
Dom shuddered, biting down on the crook of Shiloh’s neck. “Or in this fitting room if you’re not careful, little minx.”
Shiloh laughed softly as he peeled himself back and turned toward the mirror again. Uncertainty flitted across his face once more, and Dom desperately wished the intensity of their love was enough to erase all the fears Shiloh had about being himself.
They’d only been official for a few days, but in that time, Dom had come hard enough to see God, and it felt like everything had finally settled into place. But there was an entire life stretched out in front of them that they had to live.
