“Hey,” Damon coaxed softly, brushing his lips over Rian’s, his harsh, short breaths mingling with Rian’s panting gasps. “Relax for me a little. Let me in.”
As if he hadn’t already.
As if he hadn’t somehow let this man get so deep inside him that it drove him to distraction and left him frustrated and angry and wanting all the damned time.
And he wanted this so much that he couldn’t even deny, couldn’t even protest as a third finger slowly worked inside and left him keening softly, completely helpless, his body taken over by that feeling thrusting and twisting and searching inside him, making him feel every touch as Damon worked his body so thoroughly. Over and over again Damon slid inside him, each stroke gliding in just a little easier even as Rian’s needy body clenched and tightened, trying to hold on to that sensation, trying to hold on to...to...
Everything.
But even if he didn’t want to let this go...he needed Damon more.
When those fingers slipped out of him, then, leaving his body feeling so bereft, so alone, he opened his eyes—and found Damon watching him with that handsome face almost lost, dark eyes dilated to nearly black and his lips parted on shallow breaths, the early twilight light falling through the windows to paint soft surreal shades of gold and violet against the bronze of his naked shoulders, catching in the highlights of his glossy black hair to give it the richness and iridescence of black diamond. Damon’s thumb stroked along the underside of Rian’s captured wrists, as if trying to smooth the wild and violent beat of Rian’s pulse.
“This okay?” Damon asked, and the gentleness in it made a lie of every arrogant tease, every smirk, when Damon looked at Rian as if he would rather die than break him; as if Damon might break himself, under the weight of this crushing feeling. “You okay, Rian?”
Rian’s breaths caught when he tried to answer, strangling his voice; but he managed to nod, before forcing out words. “Yes,” he whispered. “I am. Are you? Are...are you sure?”
“Yeah,” Damon said, the single syllable catching subtly, roughening around the edges. “I’m sure.”
He lowered himself to kiss Rian again, then—kissing him as if he were precious, as if he were delicate, as if he were a sweet thing to be savored in tiny licks and nibbles, and Rian wondered when he’d started trembling; when Damon’s body had begun to shiver in answer, as if they were plucked strings sounding out the same heart-rending, sighing note. And that note rose up from inside Rian’s chest as Damon shifted their bodies, lifted him up, fit them together, touched Rian in soft brushes with the curl of his knuckles as the snap-pop of the lube bottle’s cap came again...before the slickened head of Damon’s cock pressed hot to Rian’s already sore, stretched entrance.
And Rian was glad when Damon let go of his wrists to instead stroke along his thigh, gripping under his knee and lifting him up.
Because he needed something to grasp on to, as that heated, firm cock-head pressed into him, spread him wider, wider, wider, until he thought he must be coming apart at the seams and dying...
Before Damon slowly slipped inside.
Rian grasped on to Damon’s shoulders and pressed his mouth hard to Damon’s lips as inch by inch, Damon showed him how it felt to be taken: to have his body so thoroughly overwhelmed, within and without, that Rian was completely swept away in the feeling of Damon’s body hovering over his, Damon’s mouth kissing him in dirty-sweet, plunging thrusts, Damon’s cock sinking deeper and deeper and deeper until Rian couldn’t breathe, everything forced out of him to make room for the sensation of hard, hot flesh and the swelling, throbbing bursts of emotion rocking so forcefully through him. As if he couldn’t separate his flesh from his heart, and couldn’t tell touch apart from the knotting in his chest, the tightness in his throat.
He could only tell that he wanted this, needed this.
And fell into it so fully, as Damon held him fast and twined their tongues together and began to move.
Damon’s body rolled like the movement of mountains, a slow and patient thing that let Rian feel every flexion of muscle pouring down his back and under Rian’s palms, down to the controlled drive of his hips as he stroked inside Rian, making each tightening and bunching of Damon’s shoulders into a whisper of gut-clenching anticipation when Rian knew it would end in that hard surge of hips to hips. Unhurried, languid, giving Rian no choice but to savor every clutch and pull of muscle gripping against muscle; every sensation that felt like a hot burst of pressure releasing inside to flood through his entire body; every shivering implosion of pain that couldn’t seem to stop, to silence the pleasure.
And every bright drop of emotion lighting the heavy shadows inside Rian, chasing away the dark of his pensive thoughts until he...he...
He wasn’t alone.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this, when the fury burst between them. Soft and slow and sweet, rending at him not with gnashing tooth and furious claw but with the grasping touch of gentle, needy fingers stroking their way into his aching heart. He couldn’t stand it, but he couldn’t let go, tasting Damon’s mouth again and again and sounding out the syllables of his name even if Rian couldn’t quite bring himself to say it aloud; couldn’t quite bring himself to break this silence that was only liquid breaths and sliding skin and the rushing, pounding beat of his heart.
He didn’t want this to end.
Didn’t want to ruin it with clumsy words; with the harsh things they threw at each other when everything they said went wrong and there was nothing between them but anger and frustration.
When right now there was something more in the silence, in the slow steady rhythm of their movements together, in Rian’s gasps of pleasure echoed in tandem with Damon’s as they met and came apart and met again, pushing and pulling each other until they gave and took with every delicious rush of friction that their bodies made together; every tight lock of flesh as Damon sank in deep and gave Rian all of him until he could barely take any more.
He could have stayed like this for hours, for days, for an endless eternity of breathing in Damon’s kisses and breathing out his pleasure...but Rian’s body wasn’t strong enough. Rian wasn’t strong enough, when he felt like this intense thing storming inside him was battering him to pieces, tearing him apart in silent ravages, and he held fast to Damon to keep himself together, to try to hold on even as Damon teased him toward breaking with rough fingers that found Rian’s cock and stole in lazy, teasing strokes along his length. Rhythm and counter-rhythm, fingers slicking over him, Damon’s cock sinking inside him, Damon’s tongue electrifying his mouth and capturing Rian’s every moan until they no longer belonged to him.
Nothing belonged to him anymore, not his will, not his body, not his self-control, and he lost that control as Damon jolted his hips just a little harder, crashed into Rian just right, and he felt that throbbing, that swelling as Damon arched his back and went stiff and caught a growl in his throat...