“Drayce,” he panted. “Lube. We need the lube.”
He licked one hard nipple and bit down, getting Caelan to swear and grip his hair, before lifting his head. “You’ve got lube?” he asked, though what he wanted to do was praise the gods that at least one of them had planned for this.
“Bag,” Caelan bit out, one hand wildly flailing to the bag sitting on the floor on the other side of the room.
Drayce jumped up and grabbed the entire thing, bringing it to the bed. Caelan sat up and they both started digging through the various pockets with a sort of frantic desperation.
“Eno got it for me. Not a conversation I ever want to have again for as long as I live,” Caelan grumbled.
A shudder ran through Drayce as his mind conjured up that painful awkwardness, but it was forgotten when his fingers closed around a bottle that he might have eyeballed in the drugstore a few blocks over from the Royal Towers in Stormbreak. Hey! A guy can have dirty daydreams about his best friend.
“Got it!” he shouted as though he’d won the lottery.
“Fuck, yes.” Caelan sighed and shoved the bag to the floor. The contents spilled out everywhere, but Drayce barely noticed as Caelan tore off his socks and flopped on his stomach, that beautiful ass on full display.
He’d had fantasies about this moment. He’d dreamed of driving Caelan absolutely crazy in bed, of bringing him to new heights in ecstasy, but as soon as his finger sank into Caelan’s tight heat, he realized that this was likely to go much faster than he wanted. He steadily worked Caelan open, stretching him so he wouldn’t be hurt, but every breathless sound that slipped from Caelan steadily chipped away at Drayce’s control.
“Gods, Drayce, now. Fuck me now. I’ll do anything you want if you’ll just fuck me,” Caelan begged at last.
Drayce removed his fingers and shifted closer, rubbing the head of his cock against Caelan’s hole. “Name a city after me?” he teased.
“An entire damn province if you want. Now fuck me,” Caelan demanded through clenched teeth.
With a smirk, Drayce pushed forward and immediately stopped when he felt Caelan stiffen. The tension in his shoulders was instantaneous. Pain. Still gripping Caelan’s hip with one hand, Drayce smoothed his other down Caelan’s spine and up. The heat and feel of Caelan was amazing, but it all faded a bit in the face of his lover’s discomfort.
“I’m okay,” Caelan said, but his tone was too sharp and Drayce wasn’t fooled.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Being very careful to not push deeper, Drayce leaned forward and pressed a kiss to several knobs of Caelan’s spine. He slipped his hand from his hip to caress Caelan’s dick, stroking it to life.
“Drayce,” Caelan moaned.
“It’s not a race. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
Yeah, maybe his body was screaming to move and chase the orgasm that was nibbling at his sanity, but Caelan was also spread before him. His pale skin glistened lightly with sweat and he was so damn soft. Drayce wanted to kiss and touch every inch of him, just soak in all that he could of this perfection.
He might not have known Caelan for a lifetime, but he felt as if he’d been waiting that long to have this moment. They’d never have another first time like this, and he’d never love another person as much as he loved Cael. He was magic and starlight and forever stretching on and on ahead of them. And Drayce wanted to stay frozen here for as long as they could.
But Caelan moved and Drayce’s brain shorted out.
His lover pushed backward, taking more of him. Groans of pure pleasure were torn out of both of them. Drayce gripped Caelan’s hip again, trying to hold him still, but Caelan was a persistent and hungry partner.
“More,” Caelan growled, and Drayce gave it to him.
They started slow, with Drayce thrusting a little bit deeper each time until he filled Caelan completely. Oh gods, nothing had ever felt so tight and perfect in all his life. And then they moved together. Caelan’s cries of ecstasy became an insistent chant of Drayce’s name. His heart raced, trying to escape his body. Sweat slicked them both. He leaned down and licked Caelan’s shoulder, earning new filthy demands of harder, faster. With every thrust, Caelan fell apart more and more. It was like watching all the armor tumble off so that he was left with Caelan in his more raw and vulnerable form.
Grabbing both of Caelan’s wrists, Drayce held them pinned to Caelan’s lower back as he pounded into his body. Caelan howled and stiffened, his muscles tightening around Drayce’s dick. Stars were bursting in front of his eyes and still he moved. Caelan was coming so hard he was sobbing. The sound and feel of his body reacting sent Drayce screaming over the edge after him.