Mac couldn’t see his face, since it was still pressed against his chest, so he felt safe enough to smile a little. That smile turned into biting his lip to keep himself from groaning when Quentin repeated his move. If he kept doing that, Mac’s cock wouldn’t stay hard long. It would fucking explode.
“Q-q-quentin,” he said, as much a plea as a warning.
Quentin’s head came up, and their eyes met. His face looked even more angelic with the soft light of the candle dancing over his perfect skin. He looked so young, so innocent. Then he ground his ass against Mac’s cock again, and Mac let out the moan he’d held back before. This little tease wasn’t nearly as innocent as he looked.
“What are you d-d-doing?” he tried again.
With a lightning-fast move, Quentin switched position and straddled Mac. Mac automatically held on to him, and Quentin’s hands came to rest on his forearms, then traveled to his biceps, squeezing slightly.
“I’m showing you just how interested I am in you,” Quentin said softly. “Is it coming across?”
“I r-r-read you l-loud and c-clear...” Mac’s eyes rolled back in his head as Quentin ground down again. “D-dammit, you’re k-killing me.”
A devious smile played on Quentin’s lips. “Then I must be doing it right. I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”
Mac could only stare at him, breathless, his heart racing.
“Mac, now’s the time to say no if you don’t want this,” Quentin said.
Say something? God, he couldn’t even form a coherent thought, let alone make actual words. The things Quentin was doing to him…and he had barely gotten started by the looks of it.
“N-n-no,” he finally managed.
Quentin reeled back, as if Mac had hit him. “You don’t want this?”
Mac’s eyes grew big. Oh, fuck it all to hell, he was fucking this up. “N-n-n-n-o, p-p-please…”
He cursed his stupid brain or whatever the fuck was preventing him from forming actual words like a normal person. Quentin’s face fell, and he let go of Mac’s arms and moved backward.
Dammit, Mac had inadvertently said no again, hadn’t he? He grabbed Quentin’s hands. “S-s-s-stop. W-w-wait.”
Quentin must have seen something on his face because he did stop. “Did I misunderstand?”
Mac nodded quickly, then took a deep breath. Stress exacerbated his stutter and made it ten times worse as he’d experienced too many times to count. He had to try and stay calm, and so he fought to swallow back the stress and ignore his racing heart and his clammy hands.
Quentin put his hands back on Mac’s biceps and squeezed gently. “It’s okay, Mac. I’ll wait until you’re ready, okay? I’ll listen.”
Had anyone ever shown him this level of kindness and understanding, aside from his mom? Not that Mac could remember, and that realization only added to his inability to speak. So he did the only thing he could manage right now, and he laid his fingers on Quentin’s soft lips, then on his own.
“You want me to kiss you, Mac?” Quentin whispered.
He nodded. Then to make it even clearer, he put his hands on Quentin’s ass and pulled him closer again, to his original position.
Quentin brought his right hand from his biceps up to Mac’s face. He trailed his beard with one finger, then traced his lips. “Have you ever kissed a man before?”
Mac shook his head.
“I love that I get to be your first.”
Mac’s muscles trembled with nerves, but thank fuck, Quentin took pity on him and slowly brought his mouth closer and closer and…
Warm, velvet lips touched his in the sweetest kiss he’d ever received, and yet, it felt different than any kiss Mac had ever shared with a woman. Maybe it was the body pressing into his that was unmistakably male. Maybe it was the tiniest fuzz on Quentin’s chin. Maybe it was his strong hands, those elegant fingers now grabbing his beard. And maybe it was because he knew that after this, nothing would ever be the same.
Quentin increased the pressure, and then his tongue darted out and licked his lip piercing. Mac groaned against his mouth, opening immediately. That sweet tongue entered his mouth, and all Mac could do was hang on to Quentin, hold on to him with both hands while his mouth was being thoroughly explored.
He closed his eyes, too overcome by all the sensations in his body to handle the sensory input, and he let Quentin kiss him until he was one hot mess of a man. His hands dug into Quentin’s ass, and his cock was rock hard, dying to break free from the confines of his underwear and jeans. Then Quentin ground against him, rolling his hips in slow, deliberate circles against Mac’s crotch.
Mac’s eyes flew open. Oh, fuck, if he kept that up, Mac would… “Q-q-quentin…” Mac moaned against his mouth. “P-p-please…”
Quentin gently bit Mac’s lower lip, sending another wave of want through him. “I like hearing you beg…”
Mac was helpless against the onslaught of sensations. His body was on fire, not just his mouth but everywhere. He didn’t even recognize himself, moaning under the ministrations of this guy half his size. What was Quentin doing to him?
“I love the sensation of that hard cock of yours against my ass,” Quentin mumbled against Mac’s lips. “And you feel big, Mac. How big are you?”
He was supposed to talk now? How the fuck did Quentin think he could manage that when he needed all his brainpower to keep himself from coming?
“God, look at you,” Quentin said with awe. “I love watching you unravel…this big, strong man, completely at my mercy…”
Then he put his teeth into Mac’s bottom lip again, and it hurt, but that sharp sting also fueled his want. It was so confusing. Quentin brought his hips down, and Mac was toast. His hips undulated, rutting to create that perfect friction, once, twice, and then his balls exploded. He came and came and came, jerking and twitching, moaning low and deep into Quentin’s mouth.
Before Mac could say a word—not that he would have been able to—Quentin kissed him again. Not a sweet kiss this time, but a hot invasion of his mouth, a sexy-as-fuck seduction that left Mac’s head reeling. All he could do was surrender and let Quentin take whatever he wanted.
Quentin grabbed Mac’s hand, wriggled it between them, and pushed it against his own dick. Mac quickly got the hint. He folded it around Quentin’s cock and squeezed gently. Quentin hummed a low moan of approval and started rutting against his hand, still kissing the shit out of Mac.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” Quentin murmured. “And I love the sensation of your beard against my skin. I could kiss you for hours.”
“N-n-no obj-j-jection,” Mac whispered.
“And that big hand of yours on my cock… Won’t take long now.”
He threw his head back, and his face pulled tight in concentration as his hips pistoned faster. He’d been beautiful from the second Mac had laid eyes on him, but now he was mesmerizing…and hot as fuck. Mac pushed back against Quentin’s cock, squeezing again.
“Oooohh!” Quentin spasmed, and pure bliss bloomed on his face. “Oh, fuck, that was a good one…”
He slowly bent his head and met Mac’s eyes. Mac couldn’t take his eyes off that angelic face with his swollen lips, his flushed cheeks, and the red beard burns on his chin. “You’re b-b-beautiful.”