Ian (Unbreakable Bonds 4.5)

He stood Ian beside the bed and knelt to take his boxers off. Those long, slim fingers kept sifting through his hair and Hollis leaned in to kiss his thigh. He nuzzled the hair there then came up to nose his balls, inhaling the warm, musky scent he loved. He took one in his mouth. Ian gasped and gripped his hair. Hollis licked, then let it go, moving to take Ian’s cock into his mouth.

Fingers tugged his hair. “Wait,” Ian breathed.

Hollis looked up at him and knew he was looking back though his face was in shadow. Ian loved his mouth on him, had even mentioned it turning into a craving he’d never appease.

“Come,” he said tugging him up. He twisted and pushed Hollis onto his back on the bed and crawled on top of him, stretching out and tucking his feet between Hollis’s calves. He framed Hollis’s face with his hands and stared down at him. “I love you so much.”

Fuck. His heart just stopped. He’d never had any idea he could feel like this about someone, that he’d have that emotion returned in such a lovely, spectacular way. “I love you, too.” Hollis ran his hands down Ian’s slim back, feeling the supple muscles under his fingers. His skin was slightly chilled, so Hollis tugged the covers over them both, cocooning them in a private den of warmth. With the heat they generated, the covers would be kicked off soon enough. He loved their athletic, raunchy passion, but he lived for these moments just as much.

“You take such good care of me,” Ian murmured into his neck.

“Pretty sure it’s the other way around.” He started to tell Ian how, but his boyfriend obviously had other ideas because he surged up and covered Hollis’s mouth. He kissed him, hot and deep…and thorough. All the snuggly, comforting feelings fled in the wake of the lust that swept through him. He tightened his hands on Ian’s back, then slid them down to cup his small, tight ass.

Ian did that sensuous roll of his hips that zapped all the brain cells from his head. He slowly rubbed his cock against Hollis and he felt the brush of pubic hair against his own. He groaned into Ian’s mouth, and Ian pulled back to kiss down his jaw, then his neck. “Damn, you smell so good. I just want to wallow in you.”

“Wallow away. I’m yours to do as you please.”

Moving his legs to either side of Hollis, Ian sat up, straddling him. He ran his hands over Hollis’s chest, his fingers tangling in his chest hair. “So much better than the prickles.”

“I bet. Your face isn’t as red as it used to be either.”

“That shit did burn.” Ian winked, then scooted down so he could lean over and rub his chin and cheeks in the hair. He licked a nipple, then latched on with a moan. He was moving his hips again, his cock against Hollis’s thigh. “Hand me the lube.”

Hollis groped the bedside table. They didn’t bother putting the bottle away anymore and since they’d gotten tested and decided to stop using condoms, they needed lube a lot. He handed it to Ian, then palmed his cheek. “Come back up here and kiss me.”

Ian lifted his head, locked his gaze with Hollis’s and the heat, the emotion, that passed between them stole Hollis’s breath. They stared and the moonlight suddenly wasn’t enough. He stretched his arm out, reaching for the lamp beside their bed. It was a low one—Ian being the romantic he was—and with the room bathed in faint light, he looked back at this man who’d stolen his heart.

He stroked his cheek, smiling when Ian leaned into his hand and closed his eyes. The emotion that filled his chest felt too big for him to contain then. He curled his hands under Ian’s arms and tugged him up to his face. He slid his hands down the silky smooth skin of Ian’s back. Ian opened his eyes and cradled Hollis’s face with his hands. Kisses, long, deep, and wet came, one after another. Hollis ran his hands over skin and enjoyed the small, taut body writhing on top of his.

Ian wrenched his mouth away and took a deep, shaky breath. “Damn, Hollis. I feel like I’m on fire.” Ian sat up, straddled Hollis’s body and rolled his hips, leaning forward enough to press his dick against Hollis. Sweat made their skin slick, and Hollis panted, his cock so hard, he ached. He felt around for the lube Ian had dropped and let out a strangled laugh when Ian snatched it and slicked Hollis up, then stayed up on his knees to reach behind himself.

Hollis loved getting him ready, but he adored watching Ian prepare himself. The blatant eroticism kept his gaze glued to Ian. Brown eyes stayed locked with his as Ian moved over him. Hollis touched his chest, his flat stomach, then rubbed his thumbs over his hip bones.