Page 108 of Two for Roughing

“Right.” Kilian shuffled closer until he was within Damir’s grasp, and then Damir pulled him in by the lapels and kissed him again, messy and nervous and exactly as though it was their first time.

Damir broke away to ask, “You had been kissed before I—before we—you had, right?”

“Will it make you feel better if I say yes?” Kilian asked.

Damir closed his eyes and thunked their foreheads together. “Kilian.”

“I had!” Kilian rushed to defend himself. “But only with a girl, once, at a party in eleventh grade.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

Their lips were close enough together that when he spoke, Kilian’s brushed against Damir’s. “Whatever you want.”

By the time Damir finished kissing him, they’d both struggled out of their suit jackets, and Kilian had unbuttoned Damir’s pants. They were tailored well, and his magnificent ass held them up despite the open fly, so Kilian was forced to push them down. He then grabbed two handfuls of Damir’s toned, round backside.

Damir smiled against his lips. His big hands tracked heat across Kilian’s skin through the thin layer of his lace shirt. “I love how this looks on you,” he said.

Aware he was going an awful, blotchy red but unable to stop it, Kilian said, “Thank you.”

Damir pecked his lips again and undid Kilian’s pants, tugging on them to pool around his ankles. Kilian stepped out of them, and Damir groaned as he looked down between them to find Kilian had opted for matching underwear.

“How did you hide those in the changing room?”

“Under my towel. I know it’s dumb. They just make me feel…pretty.”

“You are pretty,” Damir said with such fervor Kilian had to push him toward the bed.

“You have lube?”

“Suitcase, inside pocket.”

Kilian turned to root through the mess of Damir’s suitcase. By the time he’d located a small bottle of lube and a strip of condoms, Damir had undone his shirt, pulled it off, and tossed it aside before leaning back on the bed.

The full stretch of his body was something to behold, all long, muscular six-foot-seven of him displayed for Kilian’s viewing pleasure. The hair on his chest and between his legs grew thick and wiry. The muscles in his quads and abdomen strained as he shifted on his elbows, getting comfortable.

“I can’t believe you want me,” Kilian blurted out. He deposited the supplies on the bed and stripped off his shirt. But when he made for the panties, Damir made a displeased sound.

“Hm?”

“Can you leave them on? For now?”

Kilian climbed up onto the bed, knee-walking between Damir’s spread legs until he could cage Damir in, propped up on his wrists.

He leaned down to kiss Damir and lost himself immediately in the heated line of their bodies pressed together from shoulder to hip to thigh. Damir felt so good, so solid and real and everything Kilian wanted.

Another pang went through him for the inevitable difficulties they would face, a preemptive sadness for insurmountable obstacles, and then he buried those fears in Damir’s mouth. Now wasn’t the time. Now was the time to prove he could take care of Damir.

If it were Kilian, he’d want to get to the main event as fast as possible. The whole point of getting fucked was to get fucked, and if it happened a bit too fast, a bit too harsh, a bit too mean, all the better. But Damir had made such a fuss about Kilian’s first time going the way it had, so Kilian guessed he’d prefer to be treated sweetly.

He kissed all over Damir’s neck and chest, stroked his hands along Damir’s sides and up and down his arms. The heat between them built slow and steady until Damir’s cock was a hard line against his stomach and the head of Kilian’s peeked out above the waistband of his panties.

When Damir strained up against him, following his mouth for more and grinding his hips into Kilian’s, Kilian reached for the lube.

He didn’t expect the way Damir tensed when Kilian reached between his legs with wet fingers.

“Okay?”

“Yes.” Damir’s legs shifted. “I just…haven’t been touched much there before.”