They kissed while Deacon reached between them, while he held the base of his erection, seeking out Grady’s hole. Grady guided him, and then he was pushing at Grady’s rim, nice and slow, opening him up again, his crown slipping inside.
“Oh Jesus.” His arms began to shake as he held himself up. It was just the head of his cock, but all that tight heat nearly did him in.
“Christ, I’m dying to have you inside me.”
Deacon nodded, kissed him again, worked his way in with gentle thrusts, before pulling out slightly. A few times Grady had to ask him to slow down even more, kissing Deacon while he adjusted to his girth. When his groin was finally pressed against Grady, his dick buried to the hilt, they breathed out together. “I’m scared to move,” Deacon admitted.
“If you come too soon, you can make it up to me later.”
“Hell no—not that I don’t want to do this again later, but I’m not coming until you do. I don’t care what I have to do to make that happen.” He’d never forgive himself.
Grady chuckled, grabbed the lube, slicked up his own hand, and began stroking himself. “Fuck me, Deke. Let me feel you.”
Deacon nodded, was almost struck stupid at how fucking beautiful Grady was, how he stole Deacon’s breath with a simple smile. He pulled back, then snapped his hips forward again, watched as Grady’s eyes rolled back and the corners of his mouth curled up further.
“Fuck yes. Like that, baby. Just like that.”
His chest swelled. He liked being called baby.
He repeated the movement again and again and again, each time the glide of his cock getting easier. Their bodies slapped together, slow, then fast, then slow again. He sped up, then eased off, both needing to come yet wanting this to last.
He kissed Grady’s neck, his lips, his temple, buried his nose in Grady’s hair, and breathed in his musk. Grady kept his eyes on him, never pulling them away, and Deacon took in the sight of Grady beneath him—his hand working his own cock, the precome at his tip, the way his abs flexed with each pump of Deacon’s hips.
Grady’s balls tightened while Deacon watched, a whole new dose of pleasure shooting through him. He could hardly restrain himself, struggled to keep his orgasm at bay, but then Grady called out his name, sped up his hand, arched off the bed, and his body tensed as his release jetted out of him, landing on his chest and neck. Grady’s ass squeezed Deacon’s cock, pulsed and throbbed around it until his own orgasm was pulled out of his balls, filling the condom inside Grady’s body.
Deacon fell down on top of him, Grady’s arms and legs wrapped around him, their sweaty bodies clinging, and Grady said, “I can’t believe you gave me that. Thank you.”
Deacon didn’t feel like he’d given Grady anything at all. Their gazes met. “You don’t have anything to thank me for. You’re the one who’s changed my whole world.”
“Maybe we’ve done that for each other.”
They lay there together for a few minutes before Deacon reluctantly pulled himself away. He got rid of the condom and wiped up Grady’s chest and neck before falling into bed with his…lover? He didn’t even know what to call him.
“Do you think it’s normal?” he asked Grady. “The way I’ve only ever wanted two people?”
“Yes,” Grady replied without hesitation. “I meant to bring it up before but wasn’t sure if I should. I know you’re not sure you need labels, but there’s something called demisexual. It means you’re not sexually attracted to people unless you form a bond with them first.”
Deacon nodded, his head on Grady’s chest, Grady’s arm around him.
“Even if there wasn’t a name for it, or even if you don’t think that’s you, you’re still normal, Deke. We’re all allowed to feel how we feel and be who we are.”
“You’re awfully smart,” he teased, before adding, “Could be. Sounds about right.” But while he enjoyed what they did and wanted to do it again, Deacon had never been sex-crazed. Not really. Even with Patricia. They’d had it sometimes, and others they went quite a while without it. That had worked for them. He just didn’t need sex all the time. Other forms of intimacy, like the holding and the kissing, those meant more to him. He wondered if it would continue to be that way with Grady and if Grady would be okay with it.
“There’s a whole spectrum out there. Sexuality isn’t as cut-and-dried as we were always led to believe. Maybe you’re demi, bi, or pan, while also leaning a little more toward asexual, ace. All of the above or none of it. You’re just you, and I like you fine just the way you are.” Grady leaned up and kissed him.