“Oh, my god,” Duke whispered. Vaughan chuckled in that sexy way as he gently lowered Duke’s legs and settled back between them. After a long while their breathing had evened out and the world came back into focus. They stared at each other for a long time, gently touching and grazing each other’s mouths, before Vaughan finally broke the silence. “I’ll be waiting for you in our bed tomorrow night. Come home to me, Duke. Promise me you’ll always come home, and I’ll love you forever.”
He’d keep his head down in the fight tomorrow. There was no way in hell he could ever abandon the man in his arms. Not even by dying.
Duke cradled Vaughan’s head to his chest, letting him hear his heartbeat: only for him. “I promise you, Vaughan. I’ll always come home to you. I’ve waited my whole life for this, I’ll be damned if I’ll lose love now.”
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Vaughan had set his alarm for five a.m. so he could be sure to kiss his man before he left for work. He tried not to worry that Duke was going after the same man that had almost killed him. Tried not to think about all the shit they’d just overcome because of that shithead. Listening more intently, he heard heavy footsteps outside the bedroom, like pacing. He got up and put on his robe—more and more of his possessions had been making it to Duke’s house daily—and sought out his love. Duke had a travel mug of coffee in his hand that he sipped from with each lap he made. “Babe, what’s wrong?” Vaughan asked around a yawn, while rubbing at his tired eyes.
“Nothing. I’m fine. What are you doing up? Did I wake you?” Duke sat down at one of the stools underneath the breakfast bar in the kitchen and picked up his half-eaten toast.
“I’m up because you’re no longer in bed. You look upset.” He stood behind Duke and massaged his shoulders, his hands gripping the large muscles the best he could in an attempt to settle Duke. He couldn’t go out there like this. Vaughan stopped rubbing and came around to Duke’s front, opening his legs and easing in between them. Duke set his cup down and looked up into his eyes, and Vaughan could see so much there. The love, the nerves, fear, and a little excitement just beneath all that.
“You’re gonna kick ass out there today.” Vaughan kissed Duke’s mouth, slipping his tongue in for a quick taste of Duke’s tongue and the strong, black coffee that lingered there. He wouldn’t go back into what they’d discussed the night before. Nothing more needed to be said, and most of all, he didn’t want to distract his lover. Instead he’d occupy him with something else.
Vaughan wrapped his arms tighter around Duke’s neck and rotated his hips, pressing his sensitive cock and balls against Duke’s leather pants. Fuck if he didn’t look sexy in his gear. Weapons were strapped to his back and a shiny gold star was suspended down his thick chest resting over his sternum. Vaughan already had ideas of Duke wearing that outfit in their bed. The smell of leather always did crazy things to him.
“Feels good, babe,” Duke murmured against Vaughan’s cheek, both of his hands held Vaughan’s ass, massaging the smooth globes as he writhed against him. Even though Duke had on thick leather pants, he could still feel the bulge between Vaughan’s legs, could feel the hard, thick length stabbing him through the thin robe he wore.
“You feel good too,” Vaughan added.
They sat that way for a while. Vaughan straddling Duke’s lap while his man rested his head against his shoulder breathing him in. It seemed to do the trick. Duke appeared more comfortable and less fidgety. So Vaughan took advantage. He’d keep his lover’s mind on something else. Rotating his ass in the other direction, Vaughan pressed down harder, placing the crease of his ass right over Duke’s considerable bulge.
“Ahh, fuck,” Duke groaned, holding Vaughan’s hips tight.
“Did I tell you how fuckin’ sexy you look in all this black and leather.? It’s really doing it for me.”
Duke grinned up at him, winking slightly. “You into leather?”
“I’m into anything you’re in,” Vaughan said, licking Duke’s earlobe. His own cock was rock hard and sticking out of his robe. Instead of ignoring it, Vaughan reached down and fisted his length, seductively watching Duke’s dark eyes lower to view the act. Vaughan pulled on it slowly, not on a quest to finish, only to distract his man. It was working. For both of them. Vaughan’s ass clenched tightly when Duke thrust up to meet it.
“That’s it. Just like that.” Vaughan sighed. Duke’s strong biceps bulged while he maneuvered Vaughan’s ass exactly how he wanted him. It was really doing a number on his head. He loved being in control in bed but seeing Duke like this was a lot. His man looked downright bad as fuck.