My breath hitched into his mouth and Hunter smiled.
“Shall we take this to your bed?”
I scrambled off him, perched at the lip of the couch. “Arms around my neck!”
Hunter laughed loudly, charmed by my enthusiasm. I piggybacked him to my bed where he rolled in the tangled sheets and pulled his boxers over his ass. I swatted him away and drew the boxers off his legs with my mouth.
He watched on his elbows. “I’m leaving your socks on,” I said, crookedly balancing on my mattress as I stripped my underwear.
“What if I only want one knight on me?”
I stilled. Butterflies needing to fly free balled in my throat. I kneeled and stripped him of each sock. I wondered if Hunter’s growing smile mirrored the one eating my face.
“In my bag,” Hunter said. “I have condoms and lube.”
I found them and settled them at the pillow next to Hunter’s head as I flattened my hard body against his. My dick rubbed at the base of his stomach and I shuffled upward so it hit Hunter’s line of sensation.
“You’re warm and hard,” he said into another kiss.
I grabbed his hands and stretched them over his head, using his resistance to thrust against him. “So fucking hard for you.”
Hunter greedily grabbed my hair, pushing me into a tongue-thrusting kiss. It pulled at my roots, but I didn’t care because Hunter made a soft moan and his eyes fluttered.
We kissed and kissed. I rubbed myself against him, perfectly content to come like this.
Hunter broke the kiss and smoothed his fingers over my jaw. Our eyes locked, fraught with electricity that zipped from my scalp to my toes. Hunter parted his lips and closed them again, his chest rising and falling under me.
“What?” I whispered.
“I . . .” He glanced sideways toward the red carnation that still thrived in water.
The ball at his throat jutted, and I turned his face to mine. “Tell me?”
“I don’t want you to come like this.” His jaw twitched determinedly. “I want you to come inside me.”
He regarded me quietly as I struggled to find my voice. “Are you, um, sure?”
“Yes.”
My dick pulsed hard at the offer, but not as much as my heart. I ran fingers over his jaw to the soft skin below his ear, and I stroked as I searched for the right answer.
His hand closed around the back of mine. “Only if you want to, Marc.”
He kissed me softly. My body kickstarted, powered by a billion nerve endings begging me to say yes.
I wasn’t sure that I should. Not until I was certain I could be good enough for Hunter. I’d never done this, and it’d been a long time for him, and his first time without feeling sensation . . .
“I want to,” I said. I failed to move the “but” past the lump in my throat.
Hunter kissed me and I shivered as I melted into it.
I gave in to Hunter’s hopeful blue eyes.
“I want to,” I said, and shoved away my concerns. “I really want to.”
We kissed again, chuckling into each other. I straddled him. “How do we do this?”
“With humor. It might not be graceful.” He paused. “Maybe we should forgo the funeral march?”
I snickered and reached to switch the music off.
Our breaths sounded loud and my leg shifting sounded like Velcro. I winced. “Maybe the funeral march after all?”
Hunter laughed and pulled me down. Gravity chased me with a rush of delicious shivers, and I wriggled down kissing a figure eight around his nipples.
Hunter impatiently grabbed the lube and tapped the cool plastic against my shoulder. “More of that once you’re in me.”
I settled myself between his legs and poured a glob of it over my fingers. “How will I know if it’s hurting you?”
“I prepared myself before coming over here. Stretched myself. I should be fine. But . . . use lots of lube and go slowly.”
Sex was a messy, awkward, inelegant event in the best cases, but it was also intense and fun. It was all this with Hunter, and way fucking more.
It was vulnerable and shy and intimate—and most of all brave. I manhandled Hunter, plunged my lubed fingers into his ass, lifted his legs onto my shoulders, and he opened himself to every touch. Watched me do it, eyes connecting with mine, bottom lip pressed between his teeth.
I turned my head and kissed his inner thigh, holding his gaze.
We both shivered as I lined up my latexed cock. I nudged against his entrance, moaning at the promise of breaching him, and halted. I needed Hunter to feel this too, somehow.
I lowered his legs and sank against him. I touched my left hand lightly against his. “When I’m holding your hand tight, that’s when I’m deep in you.”
He surged up for a kiss and I kissed him back, fumbling for the right angle. When I found it, I pressed forward.