Page 155 of In Too Deep

“It’s a nice cock.” Harrison shifted his hips beneath him, enough to feel the fullness of Jake inside him. “And I’m not ready for it to leave me yet. It’ll feel better if you wait. Trust me.”

Jake’s eyes met his, teasing gone. “I do trust you.”

Harrison swallowed.

Christ.

But he kept Jake suspended there a few moments longer, until some of the tension finally left his body. Then he loosened his grip and tilted his hips, taking him fractionally deeper. “Keep it slow.”

“Fuck.” Jake dragged in a breath. “You’re worse than a frontman keeping me trapped on the hi-hat waiting for the drop.”

“You’ll get your drop.”

“Oh, aye?” Jake blew the curls from his face. “Once you’ve had your fun, is it?”

“Exactly.”

“Selfish bastard.”

“You complaining again?”

Jake rolled his hips, changing the angle enough to wrench a gasp from him. “Not. Even. Slightly.”

Then he returned to long, controlled thrusts, apparently content to make Harrison suffer for his own instruction. Slow enough he could feel every inch of him, deep enough for each stroke to spread heat through his belly.

“Fuck.” Harrison dug his fingers into him.

Jake’s eyes sharpened and he gave him the same angle again. “There?”

“Yeah.” Harrison gripped the back of Jake’s neck and dragged him down until their mouths met. “Right fucking there.”

Jake smiled.

Then did it again.

And again.

“More.” Harrison opened his legs wider around him. “Fuck—God, more.”

“Fuck, Harry.” Jake groaned against his mouth. “I wanna make you come like this.”

Harrison caught his bottom lip between his teeth, then kissed him. “Then do it.”

Jake answered that with another thrust that drove into that same spot, harder, and Harrison’s breath broke on a gasp. Another followed before he’d recovered from the first.

“Oh, God, Jake…”

Jake grinned against his mouth.

Then the careful rhythm finally gave way. Harrison clung to Jake’s shoulders as the bed knocked against the wall, Jake’s breath hot and ragged against his neck, his hips driving harder.

Harrison let him.

Fuck, he let him.

“Harry…” Jake’s voice cracked. “Fuck. I’m gonna—”

Harrison was close enough that the words sent another rush of heat through him. Then Jake pulled back and pushed himself upright, hands closing around Harrison’s thighs to spread him wider. Dark curls fell straight back into his face no matter how many times he shoved them away. Skin flushed. Chest heaving. Every muscle pulled taut as he fucked Harrison into the mattress.