Page 55 of Dreams and Reptiles

“It’s not what you think.” He put his hands on my face. “I’m fine. I promise. Can I make you come, Kendall mine? Please? I want it.”

The best thing I could do for him was let him figure out how best to deal with whatever he was struggling with. He said it wasn’t what I thought, but that only made my imagination go to darker places. When he’d told me something bad had happened, then told me about his job, I assumed it was work-related. But had someone hurt him?

“Take what you want.” My voice was rough, and my whole body was shaking. I would be as gentle as possible with him.

Without looking away, he reached for the drawer in the side table and pulled out lube. “I can do it myself or⁠—”

“Would you allow me?”

His relieved grin told me he wanted exactly that.

This was the part of being with a man that had surprised me the most, but I loved it. I’d had no idea it could feel so good, no clue what role the prostate played in sex between men. Watching a lover come apart in my hands was the height of sex for me.

He poured the lube in my hand and rose up on his knees a bit. He gasped when I touched him. I talked to him the whole time as I watched his face to see what made him smile, his breath stutter, his muscles relax. And when he was writhing on my hand and panting, only then did I kiss him gently.

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “We’re good, right? I want to feel all of you.” I was so glad we’d already talked about the details.

“Yeah. We’re all good. There’s nobody but you. It’s only you. You’re in charge, Francis. You take me how you want me. Take what you need.”

“I like you close like this,” he said. He held my dick against his opening. I tended to get nervous as the crown passed through that tight ring, worried I would hurt my partner, but Francis was all smiles through the process. His face lit up, and he moaned as he took me inside him.

“You good?”

“So good.” He kissed the tip of my nose and wrapped his arms tight around my neck. “So good… can I move?”

“You’re in charge,” I whispered. It was true, all I did was support his waist and watch his face for any discomfort. He rose and lowered himself so slowly, it had to be burning his thighs, but it didn’t seem to strain him. The slow drag against my cock had me shaking all over, that and the effort to stay still when my lizard brain wanted to grab him exactly where he asked me not to and take over with the thrusts.

“Lay back,” he said, pushing my chest insistently. “You can take more?”

I laughed. “Isn’t that my line?”

“Uh-uh. Not when you let me be in charge. Hold on.”

I would never underestimate Francis on a mission ever again.

All I could do was moan and shudder as the sound of our skin slapping together filled my ears. He wasn’t kidding about being a greedy bottom. He took and took, and when I couldn’t hold out anymore, even after I came, he continued to move until he erupted on my chest with a loud shout.

He was still having aftershocks when I slid free.

He carefully climbed off me as I fought to remain conscious, and he was back in a moment with a wet cloth.

“Did I wreck you?”

“Did you ever.”

He chuckled as he crawled into bed next to me. “Is that… are you okay? Was it okay?”

I wrapped him in my arms and pulled him into my body. “Shhhh, the old man needs his refractory period.”

I really did. I had a million questions for him, but I could barely keep my eyes open. He was quiet, too, but his body felt tense.

“Francis? Are you okay?”

He sighed and ran his hand down my abs. “Thank you for giving me back to myself.”

“Baby—”