“Hey,” Caleb said, shucking his shirt and reaching for Leo again, his hands sliding up his soft curves, reveling in the way his skin felt against his hands. “Hey, let's go to bed.”
Leo gave him a sly, lopsided smile, reaching up and intertwining his fingers through his curls, pulling Caleb down so their lips were nearly touching. “And what do you think I was trying to do, this whole damn time?”
“Torture me?”
“Maybe just a little,” Leo acknowledged, raising himself up so their eyes were nearly level. That deep, endless blue was something that Caleb had gotten lost in for the first time at the age of sixteen, and he'd never ever gotten over it—and the truth was, he never ever wanted to. Leo was as much a part of him as his red hair or his too-big hands or his mediocre ability to play the bass. Even when they'd been separated, and it had been years since he'd seen Leo, there'd always been a part of him yearning to be with him again, to feel that hot wild blue gaze wash over him, calming and exciting him, somehow all at the same time.
“I love you,” Caleb said, even though the words didn't feel like enough to possibly explain the feelings surging through him. Love and lust and tenderness and winding through all of that, a golden thread of abject gratitude.
Leo was the toughest person Caleb knew—the most relentless, and possibly the least forgiving person on the planet. So if he'd forgiven Caleb, and they'd moved on, that must mean Caleb deserved that forgiveness.
“You look,” Leo said thoughtfully, tapping a finger on Caleb's bottom lip, “you look like you're not thinking of what you should be thinking about.”
It was impossible not to laugh at the pout forming on his boyfriend's face. “What should I be thinking about?”
Leo grinned, irrepressible. “Me. Me, naked. My cock, naked.”
“Well, that's easy enough,” Caleb said, “I'm always thinking about that.”
“Are you?” Leo asked, eyes wide and guileless even as he rubbed his hardening cock against Caleb's thigh. “Then why don't you do something about it?”
Maybe other people wouldn't have enjoyed being with a partner who pushed and pushed and pushed until he got what he—but really, what they both—wanted, but Caleb had loved it his entire life. Leo was the fire that drove him. Otherwise, he'd probably have been somewhat content with a normal, boring life.
There'd been pain in the extraordinary life they'd created together—hardship and heartache and an agony so strong that even the memory of it still burned occasionally—but the joy never failed to make it worth every ounce of suffering.
He leaned down and scooped Leo up in his arms, taking them into the bedroom they shared.
Setting him on the bed, Caleb watched as he scooted backwards and rolled over, ass up. Wiggling, because of course. He set a hand on the curve of Leo's delectable ass—the ass that had starred in almost every fantasy of his since they'd first met, over ten years ago.
“Please,” Leo begged. When he got desperate, he got pliant and sweet, which was something Caleb could never take for granted. Something that he knew nobody else would ever see.
Caleb smoothed a hand down the long, tanned line of Leo's back, his mouth dry. He was so fucking gorgeous, the only thing he'd wanted for his entire life. “I'm going to make you feel so good,” he murmured, leaning down, and gently biting Leo's earlobe, before hooking his fingertips into the waistband of Leo's briefs and tugging them down.
The sight before him left him speechless, swallowing hard against the sudden wave of lust that left his cock hard and his brain dizzy.
“You are . . .”
“Fantastic, incredible, amazing?” Leo questioned, and Caleb could hear from the smugness in his tone that he was definitely smiling.
Caleb reached down and circled the sparkling blue plug with his fingertip. “I was thinking more along the lines of . . . naughty,” he said. “How long have you been wearing this? All night?”
Leo nodded, the muscles in his upper back bunching and then releasing as he felt Caleb's fingers close around the edge of the butt plug and gently begin to ease it out.
“It's a good thing I didn't know about it,” Caleb said. “I'd have dragged you to the nearest bathroom.”
Leo sniffed, and then gasped as Caleb finished pulling it out, the blunt silver end finally escaping his body. “There's a reason you didn't. Though,” he said, dragging out the word, “it just about killed me.”
“Fuck,” Caleb ground out.
“That's the idea,” Leo pleaded, wiggling again. “Fucking get in me now.”
But Caleb already had his hands on his pants, unbuttoning and then unzipping them, shucking them quickly, followed by his own briefs, and then he reached over, grabbing the lube from the drawer. “You need to be more patient,” he said, even though his own pulse was racing, his blood running hot and furious, his cock straining as he set a hand on Leo's flank.
“Patient?” Leo's voice rose to dangerously high levels.
“More patient,” Caleb corrected, but then he was sinking a lube-coated finger into Leo's already wet, already stretched hole and he howled.
“Fuck patience,” Leo yelped as Caleb added a second finger. “Fuck me now.”
“You're so incredible,” Caleb said, knowing that Leo would hate the gooey-sweet tone of his voice. He clearly wanted one thing and one thing only—to be filled and then fucked, until he exploded. And Caleb wanted it too, he really did. But he also wanted to glory in this, to revel in the idea that Leo wanted it so much—wanted him so much—that he'd worked himself up into a frenzy with that plug right where he desperately wanted Caleb to be.
“You keep saying that and not doing anything about it,” Leo snapped back.
“How about this,” Caleb said, twisting his fingers one last time before replacing them with his cock, sliding in with one, long, deep stroke.
“Ughhhh,” Leo wailed, his head falling to the comforter, as Caleb gripped his hips and began to thrust. Slowly though, not giving Leo exactly what he wanted, because he knew just how pretty Leo could beg when he was dying for it.
“You want it?” Caleb crooned, leaning down and giving a particularly rough thrust as he nipped at Leo's ear again. “Just like this?”
Leo cried out again, this time his cry nearly buried by the comforter as Caleb pumped into him faster and harder. Leo's body was tight and hot around him, squeezing him until it was nearly unbearable—almost the way Leo often squeezed his heart, drawing out every ounce of love and affection and loyalty that he possessed.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Caleb ground out. He noticed Leo's hand snaking under his stomach, reaching for his cock, and he slammed in and held Leo there, squirming on his cock.
“Ahhhh,” Leo protested, reaching again for his own dick, clearly wanting to push himself over the edge.
“No,” Caleb said, still holding him there. Leo had gotten stronger over the last few years, but Caleb was still taller, and could still dominate him.
“No?” Leo moaned, trying to wiggle in his grasp but failing.
“No, you'll come on my cock or you won't come at all,” Caleb insisted. “You know the rules.”