Leaning forward, Gray took the next step and kissed the fleshy part of Darius’s ass. He nipped and sucked at it, unable to help himself.
“There’s no word to describe how perfect you are, Dare. Every inch of you.” He closed the distance and spread the cheeks, dropping a soft kiss at the center.
Darius shuddered and rubbed his cock in lazy strokes.
Gray licked teasingly, coaxing the man to relax fully. “You make me so fucking hard.”
“Jesus,” Darius whispered.
As the seconds ticked by, Gray got what he wanted. He swiped his tongue over and around Darius’s opening, then gently pushed inside. Slowly. Sensually. He closed his eyes and hummed against the flesh. Fuck, how Gray had fantasized about tongue-fucking him.
Darius exhaled a low groan and reached back to thread his fingers into Gray’s hair.
It spurred Gray on, and he went a little harder. He brushed the pad of his thumb over the opening and licked the sensitive skin around it. Darius sucked in a breath and growled. The sound was so goddamn intoxicating. Gray shuddered and clenched down, unsure of how long he could wait. He needed to be fucked.
Thankfully, Darius put his foot down a couple minutes later.
“I’m too close,” he said, breathing heavily. “I wanna be inside you when I come.”
Gray drew a ragged breath and rose to his feet, and before he could turn around, Darius pushed him up against a wall and kissed him hungrily.
Gray moaned and melted into the rough touches Darius gave him. His hands were everywhere, grabbing at him, manipulating his skin, kneading his ass, pressing their cocks together. When Darius finally spun him to face the wall, Gray was ready to blow.
His breathing hitched.
Darius lubed up his cock with bath oil. “We should put a lube dispenser in every room of the house.”
Gray laughed shakily, too needy, strung too tightly. “Give it to me, baby. I need y—”
He wasn’t even allowed to finish his sentence before Darius grabbed ahold of Gray’s neck and forced his cock deep inside his ass.
A silent “Oh God” fell from his lips as an intense pain blazed through him, shocking his nerve endings to life. It made him hypersensitive.
Darius didn’t go easy on him. He set a fast pace and kept his hold on Gray’s neck, bending him forward a bit.
It was everything Gray had craved and then some.
What hit him the most was the sense of loss. He’d missed Darius. He’d missed him like this, being so close to him, being ravished by him. Being desired by him.
“There’s no enough,” Darius rasped. He pressed Gray up against the wall again and ground his cock into him, strapping his arm across Gray’s chest. His hand came up to his neck, and he let his fingers wander loosely around his throat. “Kiss me.”
Gray whimpered and tilted his head back, and they met in a messy kiss.
“More,” Gray managed to gasp. “Everything—I need it.”
“Whatever you want.” Darius slid his hand down to Gray’s cock and gripped it firmly. “I love feeling you like this.”
The pleasure built up rapidly, and the storm surging within was a contrast to how his body reacted outwardly, because he could barely fucking move. He couldn’t even meet Darius’s thrusts. He just stood there and took it—and silently begged for more.
“Fuck, so good,” Gray groaned. He pressed his forehead to the tiles and stared at Darius’s hand moving up and down his cock. “I’m gonna come.”
Seconds later, he watched as ropes and ropes of come spurted from his cock. The euphoria crashed down on him, stealing his breath, stealing his ability to think. Darius followed shortly after with a handful of sharp, jerky thrusts.FourteenGray woke up the next morning feeling well-rested and deliciously sore everywhere.
He didn’t like that he was alone in bed, but when he got the first waft of coffee and freshly baked bread, he decided he could deal. Snow was falling outside the window, and a fire was crackling in the corner. Darius must’ve stoked it when he woke up.
The room didn’t have much else. No pictures on the walls. No knickknacks. There was a guitar case hidden behind a rocking chair that was used to throw clothes on, the bed, a dresser, and two nightstands.
Darius’s home left a warm feeling in Gray’s chest, but there was something missing.
He slipped out of bed and into a pair of sweats. It was still early. Just a little past seven, so he had time before he had to go get Jayden. There were no texts or missed calls from him. Hopefully, that meant he hadn’t suffered too much.
The thought of seeing the kid soon made his heart clench.
It was gonna be a good day.
Tightening the drawstrings on his sweats, he headed out the door and trailed down the stairs. He found Darius in the kitchen, making scrambled eggs on the stove and listening to the early morning news on the radio.