The room was quiet for a moment, making Grady wonder if something was wrong, if he’d somehow screwed up, but then Deacon’s breath was on his cock. Grady trembled when Deacon said, “You make me want all of you.” He bent farther down, took tentative licks of Grady’s shaft like it was an ice cream and he wasn’t sure if he’d like the flavor.
But then Deacon moaned and sucked Grady’s crown into his mouth while fingers filled his ass. He didn’t try to take Grady deep, mostly just going back and forth between nursing the head and long laps with his tongue while his digits probed in, then pulled out, brushing against Grady’s prostate.
He dug his toes into the mattress, fought himself so he didn’t fuck into Deacon’s warm mouth. He moved with Deacon, cradled the back of his head, watched his mouth, then bit his lip when Deacon stretched him with a third finger. “Please,” he begged.
“What do you want?” Deacon asked, then nuzzled his face into Grady’s groin. “Do you want me inside you? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to feel me so deep, it’s like I’ve always been a part of you? Not sure there’s a damn thing I wouldn’t give you.”
“Yes,” Grady answered. He wanted it all. He would greedily soak up anything Deacon would give him.
“Me too.” Deacon pulled back, grabbed the condom, and rolled it down his thick erection. Grady lubed up his hand, pulled his cock in long, lazy strokes. “Turn around. I want to take you from behind this time.”
“Look who’s suddenly getting bossy,” Grady teased.
“I’m pretty sure your cock just twitched. Do you like that?”
Grady winked. “Could be fun.” He did as Deacon said, got on his hands and knees while Deacon lubed up. He knelt behind Grady, kissed his spine. Grady pushed out slightly when Deacon’s cockhead pressed at his hole, opening himself up, making it easier for Deacon to get inside. The man was thick, and like last time, it took a minute for his body to adapt, but then his groin was against Grady’s ass, his strong hands squeezing Grady’s hips, Deacon’s right thumb drawing circles while they breathed together. “Fuck, you’re big.”
“Fuck, you’re tight. It’s killing me not to shoot.”
“I’ll kill you if you do,” Grady said playfully, looking back over his shoulder. When Deacon gave him a huge smile, he felt like the luckiest man alive.
Deke pulled back and thrust forward, Grady’s whole body exploding in a dance between pleasure and a dull pain. He wanted more then, wanted everything. His hands fisted in the pillows, and Deacon eased out again, then fucked into him, again and again and again, his hold on Grady’s hips tightening. He alternated between fast and slow, deep dicking and shallow thrusts, all of it ramping up Grady’s pleasure, his need to come building higher and higher. His cock bobbed with each thrust of Deacon’s hips, precome leaking down to the bed.
When Deacon pulled him up, Grady went easily until they were both kneeling, Grady’s back against Deacon’s chest. Strong arms wrapped around him, one hand splayed over his chest, the other over his abs.
“Being with you feels so right,” Deacon said close to Grady’s ear, then nipped it.
“You too, Christ, you don’t even know how much.”
He fucked Grady with long, deep, slow thrusts, made love to him in a way Grady was sure he’d never done. He kissed Grady’s neck, mumbled words into it that Grady couldn’t make out, before his teeth bit into Grady’s earlobe again.
“Need your mouth,” Grady said, turning his head. Their lips met in a scorching kiss, just as Deacon’s hand wrapped around Grady’s cock. It was tentative, unsure, not tight enough, but it was Deacon, and he was trying, and that made it fucking perfect.
“Is this okay?” Deke asked against his lips. Grady loved that he wasn’t embarrassed to show his insecurities.
“This is everything,” Grady confessed, then covered Deacon’s mouth with his own, hiding Deke’s sharp intake of breath. When he fucked into Grady again, his hand rubbing over the head of his cock, Grady shattered. His orgasm broke him down into a million pieces, in wave after wave coursing through him.
Deacon was right behind him, shoving himself in deep, his teeth digging into Grady’s lip as his cock twitched and spasmed, his balls emptying inside Grady.
They fell down to the bed together, breathing heavily, and then Deacon laughed, a joyful, soul-deep laugh that lured Grady even further in. He pulled Grady on top of him, kissed him, their bodies vibrating together because the happiness had been contagious. He didn’t even know why they were doing it, where it had come from, other than this moment and how fucking good they felt together.
Grady hoped it never ended.
Chapter 26
Deacon
“Deacon Sharpe, how is that friend of yours?”