Page 65 of Friendly Skies
Luis reached out and swung the door shut as Darius crossed the threshold into their room. He leaned into Darius, pressed his lips against the ones he’d dreamed of since he was sixteen, and put all his passion and love into kissing Darius until the man groaned and leaned against the closed door to keep his balance.
When Luis let him breathe again, Darius smiled. “I love you so much, mi amor.”
“Oh, cariño,” Luis breathed out. “Te amo.” He leaned in again and took Darius’ mouth in a fierce kiss while Darius pushed off the door and carried him to the bed.
Laying Luis on the covers as gently as he could without breaking their kiss, Darius made himself slow down. He wanted to savor this night, to caress and worship every inch of Luis’ body, to bring as much pleasure from that body as he could, and then fall asleep with Luis in his arms.
Once Luis was stretched out, Darius paused to take him in. “You are so beautiful, chico,” he whispered and smiled when Luis whined and raised his hands, trying to catch Darius and pull him down. Darius dodged out of the way. “Patience. We have forever.”
“I know.” Luis bucked his hips upward. “But can we try for forever after you start fucking me?”
Chuckling, Darius stepped away from the bed and removed his shirt. Luis groaned but stayed where Darius had put him. “Maybe the idea of forever is overrated,” he said, his gaze fixed on Darius’ chest.
Darius undid his pants and slid them over his hips, then down his legs, taking his briefs with them. When the fabric hit the floor, he stepped out of the clothes and nudged them to the side before taking another moment to look at Luis. He’d always thought Luis was perfection, but seeing him splayed out on their bed, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes hooded, chest rising and falling with short, shallow breaths, made Darius shake his head in disbelief that Luis was actually his. But then he looked at his left hand and entwined it with Luis’ so their rings pressed together, and he knew it was all true. This man had always been his.
With a groan, Darius lay down on the bed, his body covering Luis’. He began kissing Luis’ face, his forehead, his eyelids, nose, cheeks, jaw. Taking his time with slow kisses, Darius didn’t leaveany skin left unloved. He couldn’t stand the thought that any part of Luis wouldn’t feel cherished.
Beneath him, Luis writhed and moaned. “I’m burning up, Dar. I want to feel you everywhere. Please.”
Darius paused in the attention he was giving Luis’ neck. “What do you want, chico?”
“I want to be naked. Please, Dar.” Luis panted. “I’m so hot.”
“Won’t you just get hotter if we’re both naked?”
Darius was teasing, but the sound Luis made delighted him. It was halfway between a growl and a moan, and it made his cock pulse with need.
“Please,” Luis whispered. “Please.”
When Darius worked his hands under Luis’ shirt and pulled it over his head, he thought Luis was going to cry with relief, but then Darius lowered his head and flicked his tongue over one nipple, then the other. He moved back and forth between them, ignoring the way Luis’ hips bucked upward, the way Luis’ hard cock brushed against his. They were both hard, and Darius felt the damp spot on Luis’ shorts. With a groan, he sat up and removed the remaining barrier between his body and Luis’, then he lay back down and continued worshipping every bit of skin he could.
“That feels so good,” Luis said.
“Yeah?” Darius swiped his tongue along his hips, then nibbled at the skin that covered the jut of his hip bones.
“Yeah.”
Darius followed the line that led to the spot where Luis’ leg and lower belly met, tongue and hands caressing as he admired the taut muscles that trembled beneath Luis’ soft skin. When he nosed his way lower, his cheek grazed Luis’ cock.
Luis moaned and spread his legs wider so Darius could settle between them. So open. So vulnerable. Darius couldn’t help but trace his tongue along the base of Luis’ cock, up the thickvein that ran its length, then slid his lips over the tip, which was already exposed and leaking. The taste of Luis’ precum was sweet and slightly salty, and Darius hummed as he lapped at Luis’ slit, gathering as much of that taste into his mouth as he could before moving on to nuzzle at Luis’s balls.
Nudging at Luis’ sack, Darius sucked one testicle first and then the other into his mouth. They were already drawn tight against Luis’ body, so he didn’t tug on them and focused instead on the sensitive skin his tongue touched and the scent of this most intimate place on Luis’ body. He was still in awe that he got to touch Luis this way. They’d come so far in just a few days, and yet, it felt as if this was always where they were headed. Sharing their lives, sharing their bodies, sharing their hearts.
“My alma gemela,” Darius whispered as he picked up his head. “You are so much a part of me. I love you.”
Luis whined, then reached out, took hold of Darius’ arms, and pulled at him until Darius was once again lying on top of him. Locking his ankles behind Darius’ back, Luis rocked against him, their cocks sliding against each other, and Darius nearly came from the delicious friction. His hips moved forward in small, shallow thrusts, pressing Luis into the mattress as they kissed, and he tried to keep himself under control, but it was no use. He couldn’t help it. He might want to take things slow, spend hours teasing Luis until he was almost falling apart, but the need to be as close to Luis as possible was taking over.
Lifting himself slightly, Darius reached for the lube on the nightstand, and Luis cried out in relief. “Thank God,” he said, his voice hoarse and tight. “I was losing my mind.”
Darius chuckled as he slicked his fingers, then sought out Luis’ entrance. “Me, too, chico. I wanted to take things slow, but I can’t. You turn me on too much.”
Luis rolled his hips beneath Darius and drew his legs up, hooking them over Darius’ shoulders. They both sighed asDarius began pressing against the tight knot of muscles, working his fingers inside with practiced skill. They could still count the number of times they’d made love on their fingers, but nothing about this was unfamiliar. Darius had imagined and fantasized about what it would be like to be with Luis so many times since that night when they were sixteen. He knew Luis’ body, knew what Luis liked, where his sensitive spots were, but more importantly—perhaps most importantly—he knew Luis’ soul like he knew his own.
By the time Darius was kneeling between Luis’ legs and guiding his cock inside Luis, he was trembling from the effort of keeping himself under control. The urge, the need, to bury himself inside Luis’ tight channel was almost overwhelming, but he didn’t want to rush, didn’t want to risk hurting the man he loved. Slowly, the heat of Luis’ body engulfed him and surrounded his cock.
“Oh, chico,” Darius breathed out as he withdrew, then surged forward again.
“Yeah,” Luis answered. “More, cariño. Please. I won’t break.”
