“Of course I want to. But—”
“No buts.” He took Hawk’s hand and pressed it over his belly. “See? Still intact. Doesn’t hurt at all, I promise. Come on.” On tiptoes, he whispered in Hawk’s ear, “It’s been so long since I had your cock.”
Hawk traced the two-inch scar with his fingers. In the light of day it was pink now instead of red, and it would continue to fade until it was a silvery-white band. It was hard to believe such a small mark could be all that was left of so much damage.
He took a deep breath, releasing the knot of fear in his chest. “You tire of my hands? My mouth?” he teased.
“Never.” Nathaniel took Hawk’s prick in hand and stroked, blood rushing to it. “But I miss this. Don’t you long to bury it inside me? So very deep, where no other man has been?”
Grunting, Hawk cupped Nathaniel’s arse with his other hand. “Where no other man shall ever be.”
“Ah, but if you don’t fuck me for fear of hurting me, perhaps I’ll have to get someone who will.” Nathaniel bit his lip, a teasing light in his honey eyes. “Do you think I’ll find a volunteer?”
With a growl, Hawk crushed their mouths together. He was about to tumble Nathaniel to the grassy bank when children’s voices rang out, approaching along the stream.
He and Nathaniel groaned and parted, tugging on their clothes and boots over wet skin. Hawk grumbled, “Shouldn’t they be in fucking bed?”
“As should we.” Nathaniel’s eyes twinkled. “I’ll see you there.”
Before Hawk could stop him, Nathaniel raced off into the night, and all he could do was follow.
Some fifteen minutes later, panting after taking the stairs up to their room two at a time, Hawk found their door unlocked. He didn’t release the new knot of worry until he beheld Nathaniel on the bed, waiting by candlelight.
Naked, curls still damp. Legs spread, slowly jerking himself, the pot of oil open on the battered bedside table, his cock gleaming.
After turning the lock, Hawk stripped off and crawled between Nathaniel’s legs, leaning over to kiss his scar, then the oily tip of his cock. Nathaniel trembled and moaned, “Please.”
Bending Nathaniel’s legs and pushing up his knees, exposing his pretty little arse, Hawk spread him and buried his face between his cheeks, licking into him, reveling in the musky taste and scent, a hint of the fresh stream water remaining.
He wriggled and poked with his tongue, taking moments to suck at Nathaniel’s rim and spit into him as Nathaniel’s cries echoed in the small room, drifting out the open window.
“Oh, please. I can’t… It’s too much. My darling, I want to come with you inside me.”
How could Hawk resist such a plea? He oiled his cock and eased in, both of them groaning, Nathaniel’s head tipped back, arse clenching around Hawk. So tight and beautiful. “Oh fuck,” Hawk muttered.
Nathaniel’s heels dug into Hawk’s buttocks. “I can take it. Give it all to me.”
Powerless to refuse him anything, Hawk shifted more weight to his arms, planted on the lumpy mattress beside Nathaniel’s shoulders, and pushed the rest of the way home. “I never want to stop fucking you.”
With a glorious little laugh, Nathaniel lifted his head and pulled Hawk down for a wet, filthy kiss. His breath was hot on Hawk’s lips. “You shan’t. I won’t allow it. You feel so wonderful inside me. You’ll just have to fuck me until the end of time.”
“I bear a charmed life.” He eased back and thrust deeply.
On a moan, Nathaniel laughed. “Let us hope it turns out better for you than poor Macbeth.”
Kissing him between smiles, Hawk fucked Nathaniel slowly, pleasure building with each stroke, fire licking through his veins until words were lost and only grunts and gasps remained. Sweat beaded on their skin, the slap of flesh filling the still air, a building crescendo.
Nathaniel clutched at Hawk’s shoulder, neck, then his cheek. Their eyes locked, he whispered, “Michael.”
Hawk could only cry out as he spilled, the sensation sweeping through him something beyond pleasure or physical completion. It was soul-quaking, leaving him stripped utterly bare—seen, known, and vulnerable, trembling as he filled Nathaniel with his seed.
He was scraped raw, and a distant part of him shouted to retreat and fortify. But Nathaniel kept hold of his face. “Stay with me,” he commanded.
Hawk kissed him, enclosed by his warmth and light, shaking with another pulse deep inside him, a willing prisoner. As the shudders trailed away, he squeezed a hand between them and took hold of Nathaniel’s shaft.
Only three strokes were needed before Nathaniel spent, sticky and wet on their skin, pretty cries escaping his lips. He grasped at Hawk, quivering through his release before exhaling, a perfect curl dipping over his damp brow.
Pressing kisses to that fevered skin, Hawk stayed inside him, loath to break their connection even though he must be heavy and Nathaniel was almost folded in half, ankles in the air. Nathaniel wrapped his legs around him, giving no quarter.