happen.”
“You love it,” Thomas smirked. Seeing that touch of an ego from the calm man was delightful.
Alex grinned. “I do.” He reached down to run his palm along Thomas's cock. When Thomas grabbed his back, scratching up along his spine, he figured he was on the right track. He wanted Thomas to remember this forever, and he refused to think about why he might be so desperate for his approval.
“Yes...! Oh, I'm almost – Alex, I'm – Alex! Yes, please, Alex... just like that...!”
Alex could never forget how Thomas liked to be jerked off. A hard grip, his fingers acting as perfect ridges around the head of his cock, his thumb swiping around it now and then, an extra twist right at the end of each stroke...
Thomas clenched in pleasure, his muscles shaking as his eyes went hazy and lips parted soundlessly. Then he threw his head back and wetness was coursing out of his stiff, slick cock in quick, hard spurts of need. His body arched off the bed and his feet scrabbled against the blankets for a moment.
Alex was yanked down against Thomas's chest by how hard he grabbed and dug in his nails. Alex quickly ran his spare hand up Thomas's arm to pull it up and over his head. He pinned his hand on the bed above him, giving him something to grab.
Thomas squeezed hard. His face showed the most beautiful story of pleasure written plain as day.
The extra tight squeezes, the sexy fucking sight of Thomas coming completely undone around and under him... it all added up. Alex felt his own orgasm hit a little too late to stop it and he gasped. He might have whispered Thomas's name or just thought it, he wasn't entirely sure.
Either way, he was driving hard into Thomas with each warm burst of pleasure that crashed through him. It was a fire deep in his belly and an electric crackle across every inch of his skin. It was a flush to his face and lips and the impossible need to be in Thomas forever.
Alex moaned wordlessly as Thomas let go of his back and cupped his cheek instead, hauling him in to kiss him.
Thomas didn't stop kissing him, either, as the last few drops trickled out. Alex had to pull out carefully before he softened. The only time Thomas let go was to let him throw out the condom. Then, Thomas was pulling him against him again and kissing.
Alex kissed back hard, trying to say it all with his body. Alex loved the way Thomas held him in this moment, like a precious thing. The deepest intimacy between them was in their eyes as Alex blinked to clear his head, then met Thomas watching him like...
Well, like he loved him.
Alex's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. The idea was laughable: he'd quipped his way out of other men's beds all the time, but now that Thomas watched him like he saw every thought behind his eyes...
It was almost disconcerting.
“Wow,” Thomas whispered at last, and Alex laughed at how that word really didn't cover it at all. Thomas quirked a brow. “What?”
“Just...” Alex trailed off, shaking his head wordlessly. He rolled onto his side, sliding his leg between Thomas's and running his hand down his side. He didn't care that his hand and Thomas's stomach were sticky as hell, or that he was gonna have to do laundry now. “It's strange.” He hoped that word didn't sound wrong.
“It is,” Thomas murmured. He understood what Alex meant: the strangeness of coming together again after all these years, almost as different people, but with the deep knowledge of each other before their adult defenses formed... after breaking each other's hearts in subtly different ways.
Christ. He had to stop psychoanalyzing himself. Thomas was rubbing off on him.
“Did you wanna stay the night?” Alex murmured, his heart fluttering with the impulsive offer. He had the feeling that might be moving too fast, but he had to put it out there.
Thomas's eyes flickered and he pushed himself up onto his elbow, then shook his head slowly. “I can't.”
Can't or
“You love it,” Thomas smirked. Seeing that touch of an ego from the calm man was delightful.
Alex grinned. “I do.” He reached down to run his palm along Thomas's cock. When Thomas grabbed his back, scratching up along his spine, he figured he was on the right track. He wanted Thomas to remember this forever, and he refused to think about why he might be so desperate for his approval.
“Yes...! Oh, I'm almost – Alex, I'm – Alex! Yes, please, Alex... just like that...!”
Alex could never forget how Thomas liked to be jerked off. A hard grip, his fingers acting as perfect ridges around the head of his cock, his thumb swiping around it now and then, an extra twist right at the end of each stroke...
Thomas clenched in pleasure, his muscles shaking as his eyes went hazy and lips parted soundlessly. Then he threw his head back and wetness was coursing out of his stiff, slick cock in quick, hard spurts of need. His body arched off the bed and his feet scrabbled against the blankets for a moment.
Alex was yanked down against Thomas's chest by how hard he grabbed and dug in his nails. Alex quickly ran his spare hand up Thomas's arm to pull it up and over his head. He pinned his hand on the bed above him, giving him something to grab.
Thomas squeezed hard. His face showed the most beautiful story of pleasure written plain as day.
The extra tight squeezes, the sexy fucking sight of Thomas coming completely undone around and under him... it all added up. Alex felt his own orgasm hit a little too late to stop it and he gasped. He might have whispered Thomas's name or just thought it, he wasn't entirely sure.
Either way, he was driving hard into Thomas with each warm burst of pleasure that crashed through him. It was a fire deep in his belly and an electric crackle across every inch of his skin. It was a flush to his face and lips and the impossible need to be in Thomas forever.
Alex moaned wordlessly as Thomas let go of his back and cupped his cheek instead, hauling him in to kiss him.
Thomas didn't stop kissing him, either, as the last few drops trickled out. Alex had to pull out carefully before he softened. The only time Thomas let go was to let him throw out the condom. Then, Thomas was pulling him against him again and kissing.
Alex kissed back hard, trying to say it all with his body. Alex loved the way Thomas held him in this moment, like a precious thing. The deepest intimacy between them was in their eyes as Alex blinked to clear his head, then met Thomas watching him like...
Well, like he loved him.
Alex's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. The idea was laughable: he'd quipped his way out of other men's beds all the time, but now that Thomas watched him like he saw every thought behind his eyes...
It was almost disconcerting.
“Wow,” Thomas whispered at last, and Alex laughed at how that word really didn't cover it at all. Thomas quirked a brow. “What?”
“Just...” Alex trailed off, shaking his head wordlessly. He rolled onto his side, sliding his leg between Thomas's and running his hand down his side. He didn't care that his hand and Thomas's stomach were sticky as hell, or that he was gonna have to do laundry now. “It's strange.” He hoped that word didn't sound wrong.
“It is,” Thomas murmured. He understood what Alex meant: the strangeness of coming together again after all these years, almost as different people, but with the deep knowledge of each other before their adult defenses formed... after breaking each other's hearts in subtly different ways.
Christ. He had to stop psychoanalyzing himself. Thomas was rubbing off on him.
“Did you wanna stay the night?” Alex murmured, his heart fluttering with the impulsive offer. He had the feeling that might be moving too fast, but he had to put it out there.
Thomas's eyes flickered and he pushed himself up onto his elbow, then shook his head slowly. “I can't.”
Can't or
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