“And you’re not scared of falling out of love with me when you see it all?”
A crooked smile spread across Eno’s lips, and he gently touched Rayne’s cheek. “The only thing that scares me is falling even deeper in love with you. I’m humbled by your strength and brilliance. I’m already drowning in my love for you. All I ask is that you don’t leave me behind when you’re dealing with heavy things. Let me help you.”
Rayne tipped his head up. “I swear I’ll do a better job of talking to you. Of trusting you with what’s on my mind. I love you.”
The first brush of their lips was a cool balm being rubbed across Eno’s soul. Tension that he’d been carrying with him for hours was finally starting to unwind and he could drag in a deep breath. Rayne was healing. They were going to be okay. It might still be a rough road ahead, but he wasn’t going to lose his Rayne.
They kissed slowly, almost like it was their first time. Just slow exploration as they relearned each other’s mouths. Eno could drown in the sweetness of Rayne. Some starved part of his brain argued that it had been days since he’d last kissed Rayne like this when it couldn’t have been more than hours. It didn’t matter. He needed to taste this man, fill his lungs with his scent, and have the feel of his lithe muscular body imprinted on his own.
The kisses went on and on until Eno’s lips felt raw, and it still wasn’t enough. He was a little surprised that Rayne was still awake when he’d seemed on the verge of sleep when he first dropped into bed. But firm hands still clasped his shoulders and ran across his chest, as if they were mapping his body.
Rayne shifted his hips, trying to get closer and Eno felt the telltale brush of Rayne’s hard dick across his hip. He’d been attempting to stamp down his own desires. Rayne needed rest, not sex.
Eno broke off the kiss and nuzzled Rayne’s ear. “I see that Caelan was sure to heal every part of you,” he teased.
Instead of reacting with his usual bossiness or grumpiness, Rayne lowered his head, his brow furrowing. “I’m exhausted, but my body can’t help it when you kiss me.” The words were soft and slightly embarrassed.
“Always with the sweetest compliments,” Eno murmured before pressing a kiss to his forehead. He carefully rolled Rayne over to his other side and spooned him with his larger body.
With his left arm acting as a pillow under Rayne’s head, Eno slid his hand across Rayne’s bare chest. He caressed smooth skin, his thumb brushing lightly over one flat nipple and then the other. A soft, contented sigh slipped from Rayne and he stretched, relaxing his weight against Eno like a cat seeking more affection, more heat.
Very slowly, he worked his way lower, dipping his fingers under the loose waistband of Rayne’s boxers to stroke his hard cock. Rayne’s breath caught in his throat and his muscles tensed.
“I don’t think this is what Caelan had in mind when he ordered you to care for me,” Rayne said roughly.
“Doesn’t matter. This is what I had in mind. I take all of your care very seriously.” Eno turned his head and kissed his way along Rayne’s shoulder to his neck while he continued to stroke Rayne in a slow and steady rhythm. “Just relax. You don’t have to do anything. I’ve got you.”
“But…” Rayne started to argue, but the rest of his words were lost behind a gasp of pleasure.
“No arguing.”
Eno closed his eyes and let himself get lost to the feel of Rayne, the heat of his body, the tiny little sounds he made, and the thrusting of his hips as he chased the orgasm that seemed to be beyond his grasp. His cock swelled, leaking pre-cum and making Eno’s grip slicker. Need was chewing on his own self-control. It wouldn’t take much to locate the lube and slide inside of Rayne right now. His lover would welcome him, but Eno stomped on his own desires. Later. There was time enough for them to be together. He wanted Rayne to find his release now.
“Eno!” Rayne cried out, his voice cracking. A hand reached back and clamped on his hip as if trying to ground him while his body flew apart. Rayne shouted and warm cum coated Eno’s hand as he jerked him through the orgasm.
With a final shudder, Rayne rolled over and offered up tired, parted lips. Eno smiled as he kissed his man slowly.
“All those years.” Rayne sighed.
“Hmm?”
“All those years without you, I wasn’t really alive. Not until I finally kissed you.”
Eno stole another kiss. “Look at you, one orgasm and you’re a sweet kitten.”
Rayne closed his eyes and stretched a little. “I’ll grow my claws in tomorrow,” he mumbled, sounding like he was already falling asleep. Eno slipped out of the bed and grabbed the discarded towel. He got rid of Rayne’s soiled boxers and cleaned him off. By the time he pulled the blankets around him, Rayne was softly snoring, lost to the world.