Braden shuddered—actually fucking shuddered, experiencing this side of Wes. “Then take it.”
“I didn’t notice this before.” He fingered the phoenix tattoo on Braden’s upper back. “I like it.”
“Admire it later. You want my ass, remember?”
Heat ripped down his spine at the feel of Wes’s hands on his ass cheeks as he spread them wide. He was pretty sure the whole fucking world exploded when Wes’s tongue traced his crack, finally landing on his hole.
***
Wes’s mind transformed into a clean canvas, none of the chaos and angry colors that painted it before. In this moment, all he had on his mind was the task at hand—pleasure. To dish it out, and receive it. It was all he thought about, or felt.
And right now, he felt like doing nothing except eating Braden’s ass.
“Spread your legs wider,” he told him as he parted Braden’s cheeks again, burying his face between them.
Wes flicked his tongue rapidly back and forth over Braden’s ring. Grunts and moans filled the air around them as Braden started to thrust his hips as though fucking the bed.
The man was on edge already. Wes could hear it in the sounds pulled from the back of his throat. From the jerking movements of Braden’s body. And he fucking loved it.
He wanted to give Braden more.
He pulled his head back, sucking on his finger before pressing it where his tongue had just been. And then he pushed it inside, bit his teeth into Braden’s right cheek as he did so, flying at the muttered, “Holy fuck” that passed Braden’s lips.
He added his tongue to the mix, finger-fucking him but licking at his ring, too. He really loved nothing more than this, this licking and eating and savoring this part of a person that so many people found forbidden but to him was fucking incredible.
Braden’s skin smelled like soap, but sweat and sex tinged the air too. It felt like a mask, a fog to block the rest of his life off from him for a limited amount of time.
He pushed another finger in, leaned up and watched as his fingers slid in and out. Braden’s cheeks clinched, his thick, muscular, hairy thighs reminding Wes everything he loved about a man. “You’re too damned sexy. Keeping my dick in my pants would be a whole lot easier if you weren’t.”
Which was true. Now really wasn’t the time to...what? Have a new fuck buddy?
His circumstances tried to push their way in again, but then Braden spoke. “Your dick in your pants is the last thing either of us wants right now. Let it go. Enjoy it and put your goddamned tongue on me again. Neither of us thinks this means we’re moving in together. There’s nothing wrong with taking something for yourself.”
He intended to do just that, though... “So this isn’t for you, too?” He pushed his fingers deeper, hooked them and briefly brushed Braden’s prostate before pulling them free and tonging him again.
“Fuck. This is so fucking for me.”
Braden’s ass moved against his mouth. He could do this all day, but his dick hurt, too, felt like it would explode if he didn’t find himself inside Braden right fucking now.
Wes pulled back, got off the bed, and went to his closest. He had a box on the top shelf that he reached for.
“Nice view,” he heard Braden say behind him, but he didn’t reply. Just grabbed the lube and a condom, covering himself as he made it back to the bed in about two short steps.
Braden still lay on his stomach, his hands holding onto Wes’s black headboard. Wes flipped open the lube, squirted a little on his dick and some in his hand before dropping it to the floor.
The second he lay on top of Braden, he spread his cheeks, lubed his hole and pushed inside. “Goddamn.” He held himself still for a second so he didn’t fill the condom right then. He pulled out before thrusting again.
His hands covered Braden’s, he held on. The hair on their arms and legs rubbed together. His ass fit against Wes’s crotch as he worked him.
“Can you come like this? Do you need to be jerked off, too?” he asked.
Braden’s reply was breathless. “If you fuck me hard enough.”
Gauntlet thrown, challenge accepted.
He gripped Braden’s hands tighter, pulled almost all the way out, then slammed forward again. Over and over he pumped into Braden, fucked him deep. “God, I love ass. You are so fucking tight.”
Each time he pushed into Braden, the man’s body thrust forward. Did he like the feel of the blanket rubbing against his cock? Like the slap of their bodies hitting together over and over again?
“Yeah...fuck. Right there,” Braden gritted out. “Harder.”
Wes pulled almost all the way out again and slammed forward. Their bodies slapped together again and he kept going. Faster, harder, until his orgasm was right fucking there.