Dropping his gaze to watch, Trey bit out a breathless curse.
“Stay,” Zane ordered, sitting back on the couch himself.
He kept his hold on Trey’s hands, fingers locked to form conjoined fists. Normally, he’d have gripped the base of Trey’s penis before he went down on him, but he trusted him not to over thrust. The gamble had a nice payoff. Trey’s fingers tended to telegraph every shift in his tension. They tightened like iron when Zane’s mouth sank over him.
Trey sighed as sweetly as if it were his first time.
Zane never lost his enthusiasm for this act. Sucking Trey’s c**k was his idea of heaven. Tonight, it looked like his friend wasn’t destined to last long. His moans grew louder, his fingers clenching Zane’s as his thighs knotted. Taking pity, Zane switched to lapping the flat of his tongue up him.
Trey’s body undulated from knees to chest.
Laughing, Zane sat back with his legs sprawled. His c**k could have been a pole planted at his crotch. “You’re not up for teasing right now, are you?”
Trey shook his head and panted.
Zane was going to do it anyway. Sliding off the couch, he kneeled on the carpet to nip and kiss Trey’s hipbone. Trey had a sexy muscle that swooped and fell around it. Zane mouthed his way along it until he reached Trey’s dragon. With a little prayer that he hurt him the right amount, he pulled his tongue across the slightly hotter skin where the tattoo artist had performed his magic.
Once he’d left a trail of wetness, he blew on it.
Trey shuddered, fingers gripping Zane’s hard enough to hurt. Zane’s c**k began to tremble, sympathetically excited. The tattoo made this better, the knowledge that his lover could not only take the pain but actually got off on it. Maybe this said weird things about Zane’s kinks, but he couldn’t help enjoying that Trey was tough. Again Zane licked, a longer swipe this time . . .
Then he dragged his tongue to the very tip of the dragon’s tail.
“Stop,” Trey begged, a mere breath of air. “I’m too close to going.”
Zane stopped. He wanted Trey to last too. “You ready to take me then?”
“I’m ready,” Trey said. “You need a bit of prep.”
Zane and Trey’s two-bedroom apartment was their sanctum. They didn’t bring female dates here, and only close friends hung out. Because of this, they didn’t hesitate to stock every room with supplies. Considering how much they liked sex, they never knew where the mood would strike.
Trey reached into the end table drawer for KY and Trojans. Tossing them to Zane, he shifted the lamp and table out of their way. Making sure they didn’t trash their belongings was usually Zane’s job. Watching Trey’s arm muscles tighten with the familiar task sent an odd thrill through him.
“Stand,” Trey said. His voice was every bit as authoritative as Zane’s could be. “I’m going to f**k you over that couch arm.”
Zane stood. His legs were stiff as he moved into the specified position, his forward bend on the padded leather unavoidably awkward. This was Trey’s place, exactly to a T. Zane rested his weight on his elbows, craning his head around as his friend stepped closer.
“Good,” Tray praised, sliding both hands around Zane’s butt cheeks. His palms were warm, his caress admiring.
He took the lube away from Zane’s hand.
Zane had engaged in butt play a time or two—a thumb crooked into his hole to excite him, a lick that skirted the forbidden. Until tonight, that was as far as it went. Trey had never stuck a finger all the way in before, much less one coated in warm lube. Zane must have been readier than he knew. His body didn’t resist the smooth intrusion.
“God,” he said, squirming helplessly. His interior tingled around Trey’s knuckles, and his c**k had begun to drip. “Jeez, Trey, that feels so good.”
Trey bent over to kiss his nape, hot breath stirring the short hairs there. “Want to try another finger before you take my dick?”
Zane did and didn’t, his every erotic nerve suddenly impatient. “Yes,” he said, because he had to give some answer.
Trey pulled out, squeezed more lube down his crack. His way prepared, he pushed two fingers into him. That was even better. Zane groaned, his spine arching with pure need. Seeming to understand what he wanted, Trey moved his slick fingers. He curved them to match Zane’s passage, their probing almost too gentle. Gentle or not, they felt incredible. In and out they rubbed—deep, slow—sending waves of feeling through his body.
Zane gritted his teeth with pleasure, helpless to keep his moans inside. “Tell me, Trey. Why did I . . . wait so long to do this?”
Trey laughed and pulled his fingers out, eliciting a small whine from Zane. Paper ripped. Trey had grabbed a towelette packet to wipe his hand.
“Nothing wrong with waiting until you’re ready.” To Zane’s relief, Trey’s voice was thick with anticipation. “You’re bound to enjoy it more this way.”
Zane was already enjoying it. He still held the box of condoms, his tensed-up hand having crumpled the cardboard. Trey rescued the squashed package and took out what he needed.
Unable to resist, Zane turned his head to watch. As graceful as a sculptor smoothing a length of clay, Trey rolled the latex on.
“Now I know I’m big,” Trey said, stroking his shaft more than he had to. “I promise you, though, you can take my mighty sword. You don’t have to worry about swooning.”
“Fuck,” Zane said, startled into a laugh.
Seeing his joke was appreciated, Trey grinned broadly. His mighty sword sheathed and ready, he cruised his hands gently up Zane’s back. “I love you,” he said. “I’m really glad you’re ready to try this.”
He said this as easily as Zane would wish him luck on an exam. He seemed not to realize hearing it would stun Zane. Trey loved him? Trey wanted to say it? Zane knew they were best friends; more than friends, truthfully. Nonetheless, those words rocked his foundations.
“Shush,” Trey said, amusement crinkling his eyes. “That’s a freebie. No need to think about it too hard.”
“I—”
“Shush,” Trey repeated before he could stammer. “New rules are I get to say what I like when I’m f**king you.”
“You’re not f**king me yet,” Zane returned weakly.
Trey leaned down to nip his shoulder. “Hairsplitter,” he mocked him.
He drew his hands to Zane’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart. “Push out a little,” he said. “My c**k is wider than my fingers.”
It was wider, but by God it felt good. Being taken was different than being the one in charge. Something in Zane, something not of the body, felt like it was giving way. He was trusting Trey, more than he ever had before. Maybe it should have alarmed him, but that pleasure was as intense as the rigid pole pushing into him. Trey obviously liked penetrating him. Zane heard the hitch in his breathing, the little moan of bliss that caught in his throat.
“Okay,” Trey panted, once he was halfway in. “Your erection might flag a little, but trust me it will come back.”
Caught beneath the Chesterfield’s soft roll arm, Zane’s erection was solid as granite. “Um,” he said, “I think my libido is skipping past that part.”