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I lean in and kiss him softly, but he’s having none of it. He grips my hair, deepening the kiss, all but devouring my mouth. “I want you to fuck me.” He drops his hand to my already stiffening cock. “I want this inside me, Gunnar.”
“We don’t have lube or condoms.”
He reaches onto one of the shower shelves and thrusts a small unmarked bottle into my hand. “Lube.” He steps forward, pressing against me, grinding his cock against my hip. “And we’re both negative. I need you, Gunnar. Please.”
Under ideal circumstances, we’d already have discussed this. In fact, tonight we were going to have that talk. But right now, he needs this from me, and I’m more than willing to give it to him. We can talk later. “Okay, babe.” There’s a slight easing of tension around his eyes, and god I wish I knew what happened. “How do you want me?” He wraps his hand around my cock again, stroking me with long, hard pulls, and fuck, it feels so good.
“Hard and fast.” Spinning around, Jocelin thrusts his ass out, arching his back. He looks at me over his shoulder, his gaze pleading with me to help defuse his tumultuous emotions. “Please.”
I nod and step in, shoving him against the tile wall, thrusting my thigh between his legs as I grind my hard cock against his ass. “Like this?”
“Fuck yes. Please.” He reaches behind my head and grips my hair, pulling me down so we’re cheek to cheek.
I squirt lube into my hand and slide my fingers down the cleft of his ass, pressing against his hole. “Fast and dirty, babe? You sure?”
“Yes.” He thrusts back against my hand, and I push in, letting my fingers open him up. “Fuck, yes.”
I try for a measured pace as I slide my fingers into him, but Jocelin thrusts back again until my palm is flush against his ass. He moans and grips my hair tighter. “Fuck, yes.”
He urges me to go faster, but I make him wait until I’m sure his body is ready. No matter how much he needs this, I won’t hurt him. Once my fingers glide into him without resistance, I lube up my cock and press the tip against his hole. “Okay?” He shoves back against me with a growl. “So, that’s a yes.” I press forward, feeling him open for me, pulling my cock inside. His fists tighten in my hair, and I stop. “Breathe, babe.”
He nods and slides a hand down to grab my hip, thrusting his ass back against me, groaning as I slip all the way in. Fucking hell, he feels so good. Jocelin is done waiting. He fucks himself on my cock, and I grab his hips and slam into him, making him moan loudly. I do it again, and again, until he’s chanting yes with every thrust. He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking furiously as I give him exactly what he asked for.
With a shout, his body tenses, his back muscles flexing as he gasps for air before slumping forward against the wall. I carefully pull out and press against his back, holding him upright between my body and the smooth tiles of the shower. “You okay?” He nods, slowly relaxing his grip on my hair just as the water starts to cool. I turn the shower off, and he pushes up to stand on his own, so I reach for two towels, tossing one to him. We dry off, and I wrap my damp towel around my waist, but Jocelin shakes his head, tugging it off before dropping it to the floor with his.
He takes my hand and pulls me into the bedroom. Standing beside the bed, he turns to face me, wrapping his arms around my neck, pulling me in for a slow, soft kiss. All the fight has gone out of him, and my heart feels tight in my chest. I’m about to burst with… something… some warm, protective feeling for this beautiful, smart, kind man in my arms. I pepper light kisses down his nose, across his cheeks, and along his chin, finally lingering against his lips. “You’re so beautiful.” I nuzzle under his jaw, trailing open-mouthed kisses down his neck.
He moans and pulls me closer. “Kiss me again.”
I brush our mouths together, my tongue gently teasing the inside of Jocelin’s lip. He inhales sharply, clinging to me, his kiss almost frantic. “Lube?”
Jocelin grips my hair, barely stopping long enough to force out a response. “Side table.” Then his demanding mouth is on me again, rough and needy.
I’m quickly losing my self control to Jocelin’s demanding kisses, and my cock throbs, reminding me I haven’t come yet. “I’ve wanted you since that first kiss. You were so sweet and smelled so good, like summer and sunshine. We kissed, and I just knew.” I try to convey all of my need and desire for him with my lips and tongue.
He whimpers softly, pulling me into another deep kiss, mouths desperate to connect, hands moving over warm, bare skin as we sprawl across the mattress. It’s been too long since I’ve felt this kind of connection or truly wanted someone this much, and my eager body responds to every move and sound Jocelin makes.
I reach for the lube, devouring his perfect mouth, as my fingers wrap around his leaking cock. Jocelin gasps, and I groan, loving the slight scrape of his nails down my back. “Joce, I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long. I’ve been thinking about it since that first night.” He closes his eyes, gently thrusting into my hand. “Look at you. You’re so beautiful, baby.” I smooth my free hand down his length, slipping between his thighs to caress his balls, then further still, teasing his hole.
Jocelin watches me through half-lidded eyes and nods. “I knew the moment you kissed me.” He spreads his legs wider, pulling one knee up to his chest, giving me easy access. “Like this.”
I kiss him again, biting and pulling at his lips. Squirting more lube into my hand, I slick him up before sliding my finger inside him. His moan of pleasure and the blissed out look on his face make my cock ache. “God, I can’t wait to be inside you again.” I stroke my finger in and out of him, taking it slowly. “Good? Not too sore after?” I don’t need to clarify.
“I’m good.” He presses his hips up, undulating against my hand. “This feels so good.”
Damn, he’s gorgeous, and I can’t get enough of watching him. I want to give him everything he needs, to be the only one who makes him feel like this. “Ready?”
“Fuck, oui!” Jocelin strokes himself as he reaches up to grip the back of my neck, pulling me over him.
I slowly thrust forward, pushing the head of my cock into his warm body. This time, there’s no resistance. Even so, I keep things slow, kissing him deeply as he strokes his cock, pressing forward gently until his body pulls me in. “Fuck.” I drop my forehead to his shoulder and suck in a shuddering breath. “You feel so good, sweetheart.” His breathing is shallow and fast, and his fist hasn’t slowed. He moans as he pushes his hips up off of the bed, and I slide all the way into him. We fit perfectly, like his body is made for mine. I prop myself on my elbows so I don’t crush him, rolling my hips in slow, deep thrusts. “Fucking hell, Joce, you feel so good.”
He hooks an elbow around my neck and pulls me into a needy, sloppy kiss, his hips rolling against mine. I want to make this last, give him everything he needs, but his little gasping sounds and moans of pleasure stretch my resolve. Squeezing my eyes shut, I fight the growing need to come, but he feels too good. “Fuck.” I gasp for air, kissing along the column of his throat, losing myself to the rolling rhythm of my thrusts.
Jocelin’s nails scrape along my back as he glides his hand down to grip my hip. I kiss and nibble at his pale skin, whispering soft words, drinking in his filthy vocalizations as I pick up speed, finally giving in to my own need. Jocelin’s moans get higher and longer. “Gunnar.Mon chéri.” His hand flies over his cock as I thrust up into him. “I’m coming.”
“Yeah. That’s it. Come for me, baby. Fuck. You feel so good.”
Jocelin scrapes his nails over my hip before arching up, grasping desperately for the sheets, his head thrown back, lips parted in a silent scream as his body shudders, warm come exploding across his hand and stomach.
