Page 69 of Laying Low

“Yeah.Here—lay back.Let me.Don’t worry, baby, I know what I’m doing.”

And what he was doing was lifting Reg back up to where he’d been so they could both fly together.

He started off with small kisses—across his chest, across his stomach, nothing too intense.No nipples, no tickling.Just easy, sweet touches that soothed Reg’s shattered senses and realigned them back to pleasure again.

This time, Anthony rolled between Reg’s spread thighs and told Reg to hand him the small bottle of lubricant on the end table.Reg made the pass, his hazel eyes wide and grave as he stared down his own body to where Anthony was gazing up at him.

“I trust you,” he whispered.

“Good,” Anthony told him.“This won’t be any fun if you don’t enjoy yourself.Now lay back and touch whatever feels good.”

Reg brought one hand down to fist in the sheets by his hip, and the other one he used to stroke Anthony’s cheek.

That was sweet, Anthony thought as he dumped some slick on his fingers and gently began to probe at Reg’s cleft.But unnecessary.

Reg gasped, and those fingers clenched in Anthony’s hair again as Anthony licked his salty cock, which fattened once more.

Oh yes.That was more like it.Carefully, carefully, he probed at Reg’s entrance, gratified when Reg pushed against him, opening up and allowing him in.He stroked, easily at first and then harder, and then with two fingers, as Reg not-so-quietly lost his mind under his touch.

“Oh… oh God.Anthony, I’m ready.I swear I’m ready.I’m… comehere, baby.I want you!”

Andthatwas what Anthony had needed.

With a lunge he was hovering above Reg, aligning his hard, weeping cock with Reg’s gate, and then he pushed.

Reg was gibbering by this time, but he wasn’t afraid.He wasdemandingAnthony keep going.He clutched at Anthony’s shoulders and arched his hips, widening his thighs as wantonly as he could.“Oh yes,” he chanted.“Oh yes… oh yes… oh yes…please—”

And Anthony thrust all the way in and stayed, shaking with the need to fuck, but taking care of Reg first.

“Oh wow,” Reg breathed, squeezing his eyes shut in concentration.“Oh—oh yes.Oh yes.That’s… oh God, Anthony.Please—move.Move… f-f-f—f—”

“Sure,” Anthony whispered, pleased beyond words.“I’ll fuck you so good.”

And he pulled his hips back a little and snapped them forward, gratified by the deep groan that rocked them both where they were joined.“Yes…,” Reg gasped, and Anthony did it again.

And again and again, some part of him amazed how something so primal, so ancient pounding in his blood, could feel so brand-new as he did this with the one person he wanted to be bonded to for the rest of his life.

That person who was currently lost and begging in Anthony’s arms.

“Oh God… how do I—oh God,Anthony!”

Anthony slowed down and nuzzled his temple.“Slow down,” he whispered.“If you need more, touch more.Touch your nipples, your cock.This is your experience, Registrar.Take it.”

Reg moaned again, but Anthony felt the sting of his fingernails as he scored them along Anthony’s shoulders and almost laughed in exultation.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” he murmured.“Again!”

Reg did it again, arching against him as he thrust forward, wrapping his legs around Anthony’s thighs to urge him on again.

And again!And again!

But this time with Reg as an active participant, up, up, up, up, right up until—

“Anthony!”he cried, his body clenching so hard around Anthony that his vision washed white, then red, as he spasmed, convulsed, and came.

Anthony let out his own cry, burying his face in the hollow of Reg’s shoulder while rutting hard in Reg’s body, stuttering with need, with climax, with ejaculation.

The waves crashed through them for what seemed like forever, robbing them of time, of place, of everything but the saltiness of Reg’s skin against Anthony’s tongue as he pulled a taste of smooth shoulder into his mouth in the throes of passion.