Rhett put a finger to his mouth. "Yeah, I think so. But not now. Not soon, I mean. Maybe when I feel a little more confident? And if you want me to, of course."
Calix kissed him lightly. "I do. I told you it's not my preference, but I'd love to bottom for you."
"See? This was what I wasn't expecting. These conversations, this openness and easiness about sex."
"It's not like this for everyone, but communication in bed has always been important to me."
"I like it." Rhett cast his eyes down. "I also really like how you talk to me when we're…you know…doing stuff."
"When we're having sex," Calix helpfully supplied.
"Yes, that."
"Well, there's much more where that came from, and I'll be happy to oblige that dirty need of yours."
He teased Rhett's lips again, circling them with the tip of his tongue, then finally sweeping into his mouth. Mmm, he tasted so addictively sweet. So perfect. If innocence had a taste, this would be it. And how beautiful Rhett opened for him, eager to receive him, to let him take the lead and follow him. The weight of that trust was heady on his heart and arousing at the same time. This man was his.
The words were on his tongue, but he wasn't ready to say them. Not yet, even though they were true. They were already moving so fast. He didn't want to overwhelm Rhett. But he did need to claim him all over again. "Can I fuck you?" he murmured against his lips. "I'm still so hard, and I wanna be inside you again so bad."
"God, yes. Please."
Prep was easy and quick as Rhett's hole was still soft and pliant from Calix's rimming, and Calix had him slicked up in no time. He sighed as he sank deep inside Rhett, inch by inch until Rhett had adjusted, kissing him to keep him distracted. As if that was a punishment. As if he didn't want to kiss him for hours.
He nuzzled his neck, bit his ear lobe, sucked on that tender spot above his collarbone until he was certain he'd marked him. Silly, at his age, but he so didn't care.
Rhett's hands wandered over his back, then landed on his ass, and he loved the way Rhett squeezed him there, holding on to him as he thrust slowly. A little shy but also possessive as if he had the right to touch him. Which he had. Every time, every day, forever.
"Which do you like better, my ass or my cock?" he asked him with a wink.
"That's not fair. You can't make me choose."
"Oh, I'm pretty sure I could, given the right incentive, but I promise I won't be that cruel. Yet."
Rhett blinked, and then the sweetest smile bloomed over his face. "I like that word. Yet. It suggests there's much more to come."
"Oh, sweetheart, there is. We've only just started."
A lifetime, if fate allowed it this time. A lifetime with this amazing man. How he yearned for it.
He kissed him again, then increased his tempo as he surged into him, desire in him ramping up.
"I love being inside you…skin to skin…my hard cock inside your tight body. The way you're clenching me, sucking me in as if you never want to let me go."
"I don't…" Rhett's words came out a hoarse whisper, as much a caress as the way his fingers touched Calix's skin. "If I could keep you inside me all night, I would."
"Ah, my dirty boy…my dirty, dirty boy." It shouldn't please him so much, but it did.
"You made me dirty."
Calix grinned. "Oh no, sweetheart, I just awakened what was already inside you."
He'd been gentle the first time. Careful. Not this time. Rhett lay open for him, body and soul, and Calix took. His thrusts were hard, rough, but Rhett opened his thighs wider for him, welcoming the onslaught. He moved against Calix's pumps, biting his lip, his cheeks stained with a gorgeous blush. So goddamn beautiful.
He hammered into him, his body finding a rhythm of its own, claiming Rhett, fucking him relentlessly. He drove into him again and again, and Rhett's body embraced it all, slick and hot and tight and so fucking seductive.
"Please," Rhett begged, his voice roughened from the stream of grunts and moans he'd let out. He'd made a concert, a beautiful erotic concert, just for Calix, and he'd never heard more alluring music.
His core exploded with warmth of a different kind, infinite tenderness and love filling him, and he slowed down. Rhett's eyes were glassy, but they met his own head on, reflecting his feelings. They were in love. Not just Rhett, but he too. He'd found love again, and tears sprang to his eyes.
The fog of raw desire disappeared, and in its place came a different need. He pulled out. "Let's try something else," he whispered, and Rhett followed him, trusting as always.
He scooted until he leaned against the backboard, then put a pillow behind his lower back for support. A gentle tug on Rhett's wrist and he got the idea, climbing onto Calix's lap.
"Sit on my cock. Ride me. I want to see you find your pleasure."
He held his cock as Rhett carefully lowered himself, inching down until he was completely filled.
"How's that feel, sweetheart?"
Rhett's sigh floated through the room. "Perfect. It feels…perfect."
It took a few tries before they had their moves coordinated, but then Rhett rode him, his hips rising and dipping in an erotic dance that had Calix mesmerized. He put his hands on Rhett's thighs, the muscles rippling under his fingers, then on his chest, down his abs. Just…touching him because he could. Because he wanted to. Because for some reason, fate had granted him another chance at love, at happiness.
"I love you." The words flew out, coming straight from his heart. "I'm looking at you in wonder because you're so amazing and sweet and beautiful…and I'm so in love with you."
Rhett stilled, but then the most captivating smile ever broke free on his face. "I love you too. So much. It's like… It feels like my heart will burst with how big it is, how powerful."
Calix lifted his hand, caressed Rhett's cheek. "You're a gift, sweetheart. I never expected to find love again…but here you are."
"You once told me you were not an easy man to love, but you're wrong. I find it incredibly easy because I fell for you from the start. And you're a gift to me as well…seeing as how I never expected to find love in the first place."
Calix kissed him, a slow and sensual kiss, and they both took their time to express their feelings with their mouths, their hands, their bodies. Rhett rocked his pelvis, and Calix met him halfway, and as they kissed, they made love. The frenzy from before was gone, the build-up gradual this time, as they rose higher and higher together, kissing and touching, their bodies moving as one.
Bare skin against bare skin, his cock so deep in Rhett's body their mouths fused. Rhett made sweet noises, so open in how much he was loving this, and Calix drank in every sound he made. He caressed his back, held those firm ass globes as they clenched around his cock, stroked his arms, his neck, his hair. He dipped his teeth into Rhett's bottom lip, tugged on it, then licked it to soothe it and sucked Rhett's tongue deep into his mouth again. He wanted to bury himself inside Rhett in every way. Meld them together.
Calix fought back his release, not ready for it to be over yet. He needed it to last. Not forever, not this part anyway, but just a little longer. Until he'd had his fill of him. Or maybe he never would. Maybe every time he kissed him, every time he touched him, stroked him, filled him would feel new all over again.