“You are beautiful. If I’m not careful, I’ll come before I get anywhere near you.”
Alun chuckled. “We wouldn’t want that.” He went to climb on the bed, pulling the drawer of the nightstand open as he did so. “I hope you don’t mind. I made preparations.” What he meant was that he had a condom and lube.
Thank God, because Craig had neither, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his man or impregnate him, which yes, was a thing Harry had said. Craig didn’t know if Alun would ever want another child, and given that they had only just become engaged—hadn’t they?—now was not the time for that kind of heavy discussion.
“You are awesome,” he said before tearing off his clothes. He ripped part of his shirt and jammed the zipper of his pants in his haste. Then he practically jumped on the bed.
When he reached for Alun, though, he slowed his movements. He didn’t want to scare him. They had to do this carefully. So he started with kisses, as always. Alun’s mouth was warm and welcoming. They lay facing each other, lazily making love with their tongues and roaming each other’s bodies with their hands. Craig undid Alun’s braid, loving how silky the strands were when left to flow around his shoulders. He considered it a significant mark of trust and affection that Alun was literally letting his hair down.
This was all familiar territory for them, ground that had been gained patiently over the last few weeks. It pleased Craig that Alun was an active participant. The way he caressed Craig’s muscles was amazingly arousing. He could have gladly done just this all night.
Alun had other ideas. He clasped Craig’s dick and stroked. “How do you want me?” he asked in a breathy voice.
“Hmm-m?”
“On my hands and knees?”
“Oh. No.” Craig forced his brain to get with the program. “On top of me.”
“Is that a thing?”
“Sure it is.” He rolled over in order to help Alun straddle him. “This way, you’re in control.”
He used his hands to help with the explanation, coating a couple of fingers with lube, then wrapping the fingers of his other hand around Alun’s cock. Reaching behind him, he slid carefully down Alun’s crack until he found his puckered hole. Alun’s jerked a little and his breath hitched before he nodded.
“Gone on, then.”
Still keeping it slow, Craig massaged the ring until it softened and opened for him. He slid one finger in with ease. He distracted Alun by playing with his cock the way he knew he liked. His channel accepted the intrusion enough after a few tentative strokes inside that Craig dared to add in the second finger. He picked up the speed of both the jerking and the finger fucking. Soon Alun was practically riding the penetration.
“Oh, that’s lovely, that is.” When Craig scraped across his prostate, Alun yipped, then smiled. “What are you doing?”
“Do you like it?”
“How could I not? Can your cock do the same?”
“Try me,” Craig replied with a smile that Alun couldn’t see, given how his face was scrunched up with arousal.
“Yes-s-s.” They made short work of getting the condom in place and, with Craig’s help, Alun positioned himself to take his dick inside.
“Easy, baby, take it at your own pace.”
Alun bit his lower lip in concentration as he pushed down on Craig’s cockhead. He was determined to do this—not only for his lover’s sake but also for his own. He deserved happiness. He believed that now. And the reason why he did was currently holding himself back with obvious effort, all for the love of him. It was miraculous. He would never have dreamed that this could be his life. Yet here he was with a man who wanted to marry him and a son who showed him not only respect but affection as well.
There was only thing one thing missing. He grimaced at the bite of discomfort when the large cockhead opened his ring. Craig had loosened him and slicked the way, so there was none of the pain that he expected. Still, it wasn’t easy to take that large shaft inside. Once breached, he slid it in slowly, steadily until he was seated to the hilt.
Craig made it easier, too, by working Alun’s own cock, the man moving his large, dark hand steadily up and down. He knew this pleasure already and was eager for the finish, but he also wanted to experience being penetrated in full, in order to banish the horrible memories of what this had been like. Because he knew it was okay to do so with Craig, he experimented. If he angled his body just so…yes, there it was, that wonderful spark of pleasure that shot all the way down to his balls. He did it again, this time, moving up, then down. Soon, he was riding Craig as the man jerked him off.
And when he came, he felt the dick inside him swell and join him in the climax. He forced open his eyes and saw the look of ecstasy on his man’s face. He knew he was looking at the future. Theirs, together—and it had never been brighter.
* * * *
Christos and Mateo
“Can we do this every night?” Mateo looked at him hopefully as they sat drinking wine on his porch and watching the sun go down.
Christos gave him an indulgent smile. “If that is what you wish.” He would give his boy anything he wanted from this point forward. There was no greater gift to him than how Mateo had run into his arms and had stayed there since the rescue. And he didn’t mind living on a mountain with goats.
‘So long as we go to Athens every now and again. You know…for the shopping.’ Mateo had giggled after he said it to show that he was kidding. Christos hadn’t been when he’d promised they’d go once a month, if that was what he wanted.
Mateo got up from his chair in order to sit on Christos’ lap. This easy physical intimacy was reassuring, although Harry and Ric had warned that there could be a breakdown at some point, once the reality of what he’d been through came to the forefront of Mateo’s mind. No matter… Christos was ready to deal with anything.
They sat quietly for a few minutes, sipping their drinks and caressing each other to bring about a slow arousal. “You know, I was never in doubt that you’d come for me.”
Christos tried not to show his surprise at the sudden mention of what they’d been through mere weeks ago. “Good. I hadn’t had much time to prove my devotion before you were taken.”
Mateo curled into him even closer. “Yes, you had. You just didn’t realize it. I love you, Christos. I was…”
When he didn’t finish, Christos encouraged him to continue. “What? You can tell me anything.”
Mateo’s chest rose and fell on a deep breath. “I was afraid you might not want me any more after Dracul had me.”
Christos put his glass down so quickly that it toppled over. He squeezed Mateo hard enough to make him squeal. “Never! You did what you had to do to survive and I was praying the whole time that you were. Knowing how smart you were about surviving was the one thing that kept me on my feet and moving forward.” He didn’t confess that he’d worried Mateo wouldn’t want him afterward. The boy didn’t need Christos’ insecurities on top of his own.
They snuggled silently some more before Mateo spoke again. This was the night for it, apparently, and that was fine with him. The boy’s question, however, startled him.