Finding Eden by Kele Moon

Being held down by Danny was too fucking addicting; it made everything a thousand times hotter and more exciting. “Please, tell me. I’ll listen to you if you tell me.”
    “You’re so beautiful.”
    Paul fought to open his eyes, blinking up at Danny, finding heavy-lidded dark eyes staring down at him with such emotion it left Paul speechless. Droplets of water from Danny’s wet hair mingled with the sweat running down his temples. His upper lip glimmered with it under the dim orange light. It made him look surreally gorgeous with the harsh lines of anger faded from his features. Paul had never seen Danny so open and exposed, so raw with emotions that were bleeding out of him as if he had never bothered to be tight-fisted with his feelings to begin with.
    Danny licked his lips, his breath puffing out of him in harsh gasps of breathless pleasure as he rasped, “You’re beautiful when I fuck you. I want you to say it.”
    “I’m beautiful when you fuck me,” Paul repeated obediently, still in awe of Danny’s dark radiance and raw sexuality.
    “Yes, you are.” Danny was thrusting harder and faster, his grip on Paul’s wrists slipping from the friction and sweat. “I’ll hurt you, okay, Paul Guy? Give this to me and I’ll hurt you as much as you want.”
    “Sure,” Paul whispered, biting his lip to stop himself from admitting that he’d give this to him without the pain. “You hurt me and I’ll be a slave to you, Danny Boy. I’ll let you own me.”
    Danny groaned, his head falling forward, his elbows bending as if he were having a hard time holding himself up. The thrust was harder than the others, hitting Paul in a way that made his entire body jerk from the cascade of pleasure it caused.
    They climaxed together, with Danny releasing Paul’s wrists to cup his face. Their kisses were wild and open-mouthed, tongues brushing between panting groans that mingled to the point Paul couldn’t tell the difference between them.
    Three was the magic number to sap their strength and leave them a tangle of sweaty, hard bodies. They were both so sated from the pleasure that even the energy it required to break apart was too much work. Danny was draped over Paul, the stickiness from Paul’s cum spread over both their stomachs, but neither of them cared as Danny placed soft, breathless kisses against Paul’s shoulder. Feeling as if Danny may be the one in need of aftercare, Paul stroked his hair, letting his fingers glide through the wet, inky strands.
    “I like that,” Danny sighed, his breath a warm puff against Paul’s hypersensitive skin. “I could go to sleep just like this.”
    “Go for it,” Paul said, now happily stroking his hair, knowing it was pleasing him.
    “You can’t breathe.”
    “I’m fine.”
    “Yeah?” Danny asked, lifting his head to raise his eyebrows curiously. “You don’t mind?”
    Paul hesitated, knowing it was wrong to indulge himself by staying with Danny once the game was over. He didn’t deserve that. His father would die a thousand deaths if he knew Paul was enjoying snuggling with a man he just had sex with, and that’s exactly what he was doing. Despite their twisted nature, the pain games never set off Paul’s internal sensors that brought his father to the forefront of his consciousness. Even with Danny, his father’s voice had been silent. But this tender moment was threatening to send him into the other room if Paul stopped to think about what lying naked, sated and happy with Danny, really implied. Rather than give in to the drill sergeant screams in his head, Paul ignored them while he stroked Danny’s hair, telling himself he’d obey the mental voice of his father later.
    “Nope,” Paul assured him, giving Danny a wan smile. “Stay where you’re at.”
    Danny hugged him tightly as the last of his resistance fell out of him and he rubbed his cheek against Paul’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
    “Not sexy,” Paul reminded him, still tittering on the verge of