Page 72 of Into the Fire

“Just let go.” Vic nuzzled Simon’s neck, then kissed along his throat and up to his cheek and sensitive ears.

Vic took Simon’s muffled moan of pleasure as assent and continued his exploration. Vic licked and sucked Simon’s nipples until they hardened while his hands stroked along Simon’s shoulders and down his arms. He gently undressed his lover, tossing Simon’s shirt onto a chair and soon after, his belt and jeans.

“Vic—”

“Shh,” Vic told him. “I’ve got you.” He slid Simon’s underwear down to expose his cock and took a few seconds to take in the scent and taste before swallowing Simon nearly to the root. Simon tangled his fingers in Vic’s hair, and his knees almost buckled.

“I can’t⁠—”

Vic popped off, pleased that Simon was already hard as a rock. “Gonna take my time. Make you feel so good.”

Vic quickly took off his own clothing and pulled them down onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around Simon and lay there, kissing and licking for a moment, naked and very turned on.

He worked his way down Simon’s body, stroking his belly and his thighs, fondling his cock and balls. Vic slowly shifted position until they were in a sixty-nine and he could take Simon’s package into his mouth again.

Simon moaned and pulled Vic’s hips closer so he could reach to return the favor. Neither went for a quick release, toying and teasing while their hands explored.

The first orgasm rolled over Vic like a summer storm, making him tremble deep in his belly. He felt Simon shake with his own release, and he held him tightly as he rode it out.

Vic crawled back to lie facing Simon, and for a few breathless moments, they just held each other wordlessly in the afterglow.

“Just getting started.” Vic reached for the lube stashed beneath his pillow and slicked himself hard again. “How do you want it? Top? Bottom? Front? Back?”

Simon opened his legs in response. “I want to see your face while I come,” he replied, and Vic could see the lust and love in his partner’s eyes.

“Gotta get you prepped then,” Vic replied.

Simon pulled his knees back, offering full access. Vic got even harder just at the sight. He started by circling Simon’s tight hole with just one slick finger, making him tremble at the sensation.

Vic lightly nipped, licked, and sucked the sensitive skin of Simon’s inner thighs, leaving marks that made him proudly possessive.

Simon gasped when Vic’s finger breached his entrance. “So good. Don’t stop,” he moaned.

Vic had no intention of stopping. He gradually inserted his finger deeper, to the first knuckle and then the second as he sucked Simon’s cock, which was rapidly filling after the first release.

Once his finger moved in and out smoothly, Vic added a second and finally a third. Much as he ached to be inside Simon instead, he did not want to rush the prep and end up hurting his lover.

“C’mon,” Simon begged. “Do it.”

“Shh. Almost ready. Trust me,” Vic replied, his voice roughened from fellatio.

His own cock was painfully hard and dripping when he knelt between Simon’s legs and gripped his hips to slide into his tight ass.

They both cried out with the intensity of the sensation. He bottomed out and held still for a moment before he began to move.

“Yes. That. Vic.” Simon moaned as Vic went deeper and faster. Their balls slapped against each other with each thrust. Simon wrapped his legs around Vic’s waist and gripped his biceps hard enough that Vic intended to wear the fingerprints as a badge of pride.

When they came the second time, Vic wasn’t prepared for the intensity that hit like lightning, sudden, bone-deep, and convulsive. For what seemed like forever, ecstasy removed all thought, any awareness of something besides their joined bodies.

As the orgasm slowly faded, Vic pulled out, and Simon loosened his grip, dropping his legs and releasing his hands.

“That was…” Simon managed.

“Yeah, it was.” Vic collapsed beside him. “If you want round three, it’s going to be a while. I’m not a teenager anymore. But damn, that was a good ride!” He took a fistful of tissues from a box on the nightstand to clean them both, then wadded them into a ball and sank them into the trash.

Simon kissed Vic’s forehead, heedless of the sweat that beaded there from the intensity of their union. “I love you,” he whispered. “Forever.”

Vic returned the kiss and held Simon in his arms, wishing the moment would never end. “Forever and always.” He sealed it with a kiss.