God, Isaiah looked hot as fuck, a sinful spark in his eye.
He also looked . . . experienced.
Darren tentatively rocked his hips into Isaiah’s dry thrusts, eliciting a hitched breath.
Maybe he hadn’t quite as much experience, but he had enthusiasm on his side, and Isaiah was hot.
Isaiah shuffled his shirt up to his throat, fingers grazing over the hairs at his chest. A palm landed hot over his belly button, and Isaiah’s eyes seemed to turn to liquid as he fingered a path over Darren’s stomach. “It’s been driving me crazy, how much I wanted to feel you like this.”
Darren bucked under him. “Kiss me.”
“Oh, hell yes.” But Isaiah didn’t claim his lips. He dipped down and paved soft kisses up Darren’s stomach.
Oh fuck. Fuck. That felt good. A sharp nip at his left nipple had Darren jerking, his dick throbbing.
“Found a spot, did I?”
And how. Darren bolted up, clamping his hands around Isaiah’s ass, and locked their lips. His fingers fumbled as he yanked off Isaiah’s shirt—and then his own—but he somehow managed to toss them to the floor. He nipped at the soft skin under Isaiah’s ear all the way to where his neck met his shoulder.
Isaiah rolled his neck back and cursed, ass grinding insanely against Darren’s lap.
This guy was perfect, and Darren was so fucking hard for him. Fuck experience. He knew what he wanted.
He flipped Isaiah onto his back and pinned his weight atop him. Isaiah chuckled against his ear, and Darren wasn’t sure what he loved better—Isaiah’s breath tickling against his sensitive skin, or their hard, naked stomachs jammed together. The latter. Both.
More.
He slunk down Isaiah’s front, tasting his slightly salty nipples and goose bumped skin. Light feathered over Isaiah’s stomach, and Darren looked up at Isaiah as he pressed a kiss to his sternum. Isaiah watched, propped on his elbows, lips slackened with lust.
Their gazes caught, and Darren flicked his tongue into Isaiah’s belly button. Isaiah undulated under him, and his cock twitched against Darren’s chest. He did it again, and Isaiah dropped his head back and cursed.
Darren smirked and spoke against the wet skin. “Found a spot, too.”
“Holy shit, Darren.”
Isaiah hauled him up, begging for his fucking tongue down his throat.
Their lengths meshed, and Darren poured himself into the kiss. Isaiah squirmed, empowering Darren, making him want more, and Christ, now.
He thrust urgently against Isaiah, and this time when their eyes met, Darren saw other lust-filled questions.
His lack of experience simmered to the surface, and his confidence hitched.
Isaiah seemed to read him, because he smiled gently and steered Darren into a sitting position. His gaze darted all over Darren like he was deciding where to continue first. Their bare chests crushed together as Isaiah tilted his head for another kiss.
Strong, steady hands pushed Darren onto the mattress until he and Isaiah were lying side by side. A cotton pillow cushioned their heads, smelling of the shampoo Isaiah used.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” Darren said throatily.
Isaiah reached out, his eyebrow quirked, and Darren nodded.
Slowly, not taking his eyes off him, Isaiah unbuttoned his pants.
We are something, aren’t we?
Darren drove the inches between them and caught Isaiah’s lips softly.
A responding hum flitted into his mouth, and Isaiah sank his fingers inside his trunks.
Darren bucked his hips, and Isaiah wrapped a warm, clammy hand around his leaking cock. “Fuck,” he gasped and thrust his tongue inside Isaiah’s mouth.
He skimmed his hands down Isaiah’s back and glided his fingers between Isaiah’s boxers and skin. He cupped Isaiah’s smooth ass and tugged him closer.
“Pants off,” Isaiah moaned.
Darren lifted and shoved his jeans over his hips. A few wriggles and kicks later, he was free, cock bobbing rigid between them. A grin acknowledged Darren’s haste, and Isaiah mimicked it, freeing himself from the last of his clothes.
For a breathless second they stared at each other, lying face-to-face, naked, cocks straining for touch.
Darren’s voice shook. “You’re so beautiful.” He trailed fingers over Isaiah’s hip.
Isaiah slid his leg between Darren’s, pressing their hard lengths together. So much sensation. Darren clutched Isaiah’s waist, stilling him from rocking. His breath shuddered out of him, and Isaiah nuzzled against Darren’s neck. Right at that—fuck, yes—that spot below his ear.
Darren arched needily against him.
Kisses peppered down his chest.
“God, I love your body.” Isaiah bit his nipple lightly, kneading his chest hair.
Darren’s dick twitched, bumping Isaiah’s stomach, and Isaiah’s growl vibrated over his skin.
“Fuck, I need . . .”
Isaiah grabbed Darren’s straining cock and stroked, long and slow. Another garbled plea slipped from him, and he dropped his head back against the pillow.
Wet heat sheathed his cock, and Darren clutched the sheets, squirming. “Oh, God!”
Isaiah torturously pulled off and straddled his chest. Darren got an eyeful of perfect ass and about came on the spot.
Isaiah’s cock leaked against his chest, and . . . maybe he wanted Darren to suck him at the same time?