Page 45 of Sin Deep
“Mm. You like this?” Winter switched to the other one, hands moving over his skin.
“Uh-huh.” He more than liked it. It turned him right the fuck on, but it felt weird to admit it.
Winter smiled and took a step back, watching him. “Finish undressing for me, petit. Slowly, please?”
“Sure.” Okay, this was weird, and a little hot, but it was Winter’s birthday, and he wanted to make his lover happy, turned on. Harley focused on the erotic feelings, stripping himself steadily, slowly.
Winter watched him hotly, eyes roaming over each newly-bared bit of skin. “So beautiful, petit. I love the way you move. All your muscle is so lovely.”
Harley loved that, because when Winter said it, it didn’t sound fake. It seemed like Winter believed it, and he wanted that to be the truth. “Thank you.”
Winter undressed too, laying his clothing neatly on a chair, then stepped in close again, proud cock pressing into his hip. “You’re the best birthday gift of all.”
He beamed over, rocking against that heavy prick. It felt deliciously naughty, sliding against Winter with a deep hum.
Winter moved them, and they both fell naturally onto the bed. He scooted up toward the pillows and Winter followed, with never more than inches between them. Winter caught both of their cocks in one hand and worked them together slowly, just enough to rev them both up a little.
He put his mouth to work, licking and kissing, tongue dragging on Winter’s skin, helping with building their arousal.
Winter reached over him and came up with a bottle of lube. “I want to make this good for you. The best.”
He watched as Winter slicked his fingers.
“I trust you.” This he at least had done once. Sort of. It hadn’t been good, but it hadn’t been awful. He’d let Winter put makeup on him. In public.
“Thank you. I promise you won’t regret that.” Winter held his gaze and pressed a finger to his hole, tapping gently. “You’re going to feel so good.”
Harley nodded, because he believed that. He truly did. He forced himself not to tense, not to pull away.
“Slowly, petit. This is too good to rush.” The intrusion was gentle, and he felt Winter spreading the slick around and stretching him carefully. Winter kissed him, then slid lower, lips finding his nipple again and sucking it up hard.
That caught his attention, and he blinked, totally trapped in sensation for a moment.
“Mmm.” Winter hummed and moved even lower, kissing over his ribs, his abs, finally swirling a tricky tongue around the head of his cock.
“Winter!” His entire body tightened for a second, and he gasped, everything lighting up behind his eyes.
“Petit.” Winter took his cock in, tongue scrubbing along his length and added firm pressure until he felt Winter’s knuckles against his ass.
“Oh fuck… I… I don’t know what to do!” He gasped out the words, not even bothering to be embarrassed by them.
Winter pulled up just for a second. “Breathe, petit. You don’t have to do anything. Do whatever you want. Or do nothing at all. Just feel.”
He huffed out a desperate little laugh. “Not helping.” But he did listen and forced himself to stretch out, to feel.
“How do you feel?” What he felt was those fingers twist inside him and Winter’s hot breath on his shaft.
“L-like I’m fixin’ to shatter apart in the best way. Does that make sense?”
“Mhm. Not to worry if you do, you recover quickly, and I have all night.” Winter swallowed him down again and he swore he felt those fingers hook inside him.
He felt a jolt of pure lightning, and he barked out a cry. Fuck him. What the hell?
Winter’s tongue was busy and didn’t let up, didn’t even stutter. Winter didn’t seem surprised by his reaction at all.
He waited breathlessly for that sensation to happen again, and when it did, he wanted to scream. Fuck him, that was amazing.
Winter released his cock and those fingers slowly pulled away. “That’s it, petit. Feels good, doesn’t it?” He knew the sound of foil tearing, knew what Winter was doing.
