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He made a sound that was half a laugh, half a groan. “It was all I dared to do,” he whispered. “Keats, if I kiss you right now, I will want more. I will want you to take me to bed and I don’t know if you want that, or if you think it’s too soon.”
Holy shit.
My knees were feeling a little wobbly, my chest was far too tight. But my blood... my blood was running hot.
“I want that,” I managed to say. “It probably is too soon, but you’ve already named our hypothetical cats, so?—”
He slid his hand around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. Soft lips, open and inviting, he pressed himself against me, leaning into me, and slipping his tongue into my mouth.
I heard the most guttural sound, and so god help me, I thought it came from me.
I wrapped my arms around him, and no one had ever felt this right against me. His small frame was perfect in every way, and he was soft planes and hard muscles and hard...
Jesus.
He was hard.
I ran my hand down over his arse and pulled his hips flush with mine. I wanted him to feel I was as turned on as him. That he was doing this to me.
He broke the kiss, panting, his eyes heavy-lidded and his lips swollen. “Bedroom?”
I nodded. “Yes, please.”
He took my hand and led me down a short hall to his bedroom. He turned and pulled me in for another kiss, and he letme take control. He wanted me to take charge, to do him how I wanted.
It was a constant war between urgency and hot-blooded desire and the need to show him the restraint and perfection he deserved.
I tried for the latter.
I ran my hand up his chest, to his throat, and with my fingertip under his chin, I tilted his face upward so I could kiss him. I delved my tongue deep into his mouth, tangling and tasting and trying to pace myself.
When he surrendered to me, I pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it, then pulled my sweater off too. With my hand cupping his jaw, I kissed him again and pushed him until he backed onto the bed, and I gently lowered him down.
I let my body weight press him into the mattress as I kissed him, and he instinctively widened his legs and raised his hips. His desperation began to show in the way he clawed at my back as he rolled his hips.
This was going to be over way too fast.
I pulled back and went to my haunches between his thighs hoping for a second to calm down, but it only made it worse. “Holy shit, you look so hot right now.”
His thin, pale torso and the bulge in his jeans.
“I’m trying to pace myself,” I admitted. “Or this’ll be over before it begins.”
He laughed, his tongue poking out at the corner of his lips. “Maybe we should make this the first course,” he said, his eyes raking down my chest to the very noticeable erection in my trousers. He grunted and arched his back. “Yeah, starters first, main course later.”
I took his leg and tried to take his shoe off. “No time for that,” he said, undoing his jeans and pulling his dick out. “I’m not kidding, Keats.”
I grinned at him, popped the button on my pants, and undid my fly. I freed my cock, groaning at the contact. “Glad we’re on the same page.”
“Holy fuck,” he breathed, his eyes on my dick. “Oh, Keats, yes please.”
I leaned forward, one hand pressed to the mattress beside his head, quickly taking both our erections in my other hand. Hot and hard, silky and slick with precome. Linden’s eyes rolled back in his head, his hips raised.
He was breathtaking. So sensual, so sexy, with his flushed cheeks and pink lips.
And he felt so, so good.
He was rocking his hips, meeting my fist with every thrust, and it was too much. He was too hot, I was too turned on, and it’d been far too long. This pleasure, this emotion, was a ticking bomb, getting closer and closer...
