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I looked down at where we were joined, marvelling over his magnificent bubble butt. The way it bounced against my hips was mesmerising. All ripe and peachy. Begging for me to take a bite.
It was almost better than the feel of his tight channel strangling my shaft. Almost, but not quite.
“Kai…” Silas pleaded, his legs starting to tremble against mine.
Unable to leave him wanting, I pulled him upright so his back was flush with my chest. Thanks to our height difference, I had to crouch slightly. My knees would hate me later, but right now, I was in heaven.
I knew what Silas needed. Pinning him to me with one arm, I wrapped the other around his cock. He was dripping with precum. I slicked my palm with it and began to jerk him off. “This is all your fault, you know. Coming in here in that little fucking towel.”
I punctuated every word with a thrust. Silas’s breaths came in quick pants now. “You. Love. That. Towel.”
“Damn right, I do,” I hissed, fucking into him as I stroked him faster. “Can’t tell you how many times I’ve pictured doing this. Just ripping it off you. Bending you over. Fucking you where you stand.”
Silas moaned loudly, his eyes fluttering as his orgasm drew nearer.
“You like this, don’t you? Me with my hands all over you. Burying myself deep inside you just because I can. Owning you over and over again.”
“Yes,” Silas cried. “Own me. Fuckingruinme.”
Silas’s hole clamped around my cock as he erupted. It was too much. Too intense. I held Silas tight as I buried myself to the hilt and filled him up.
Our breathing was loud in the quiet kitchen as we came down from the high. My cock slipped from Silas as it softened, my knees protesting as I stood straight.
“Jesus, I need another shower now,” Silas wheezed, swiping up the piece of material that started it all. “You and that fucking mouth. It’s no wonder we let Luca write most of the songs. We would need to advertise our shows as something else entirely if you were in charge.”
I slung my arms around him, burrowing into his neck. “Nah, it’s all you. You bring out the poet in me.”
“And what a dirty fucking poet he is.”
“You love it.”
Silas grinned up at me. “I do. And I love you.”
It wasn’t the first time he’d said it to me. Nor even the one hundredth. But it was only the last handful that had truly meant something. Meant he felt the way Iwantedhim to feel. “I love you too.”
Wecouldn’tstayinour bubble forever. As much as I wanted to hoard my time with Silas like a dragon with his gold, we had responsibilities. Not only did we have the album to write and record, but in a couple of months, we were performing at the LondonFM Autumn Festival. Having just come off a world tour, it wasn’t like we’d need to spend days in rehearsal, but there were always decisions to be made.
Besides, I wanted to experience Silas as my partner in all areas—not just the bedroom.
Not that we ever generally made it to the actualbedroom,but you get what I mean.
I leaned on the door jamb and took in Silas. He was collapsed on the sofa, one hand under his head while the other idly scratched his stomach.
I could’ve been looking at him at any point over the past twenty years. But this was different. Because now I wasn’t fighting myself to not stare at his abs. To not eye the bulge in his shorts and wonder how he tasted. To not imagine how his long fingers might feel stroking my cock.
“I’m taking you out on a date.”
My words had Silas’s head popping up like a meerkat. “Why?”
I rolled my eyes as I strolled over to him. “I dunno. Heard it’s what couples do. Go outside, in the wide world. Be around other people.”
Silas sat up, grabbing my shirt and tugging me forwards. I fell on him with a muffledoomph.
“If we’re around other people, we can’t do this,” Silas said as he thrust his hips against mine.
I groaned. I allowed myself one tantalising press downwards before leaping up. “Nope. Not letting your heathenish ways sway me this time. We’re going on a date.”
“Andthensex?”
