“Can’t wait for you,” Rafe whispered, nibbling Quinn’s ear. “Cannot fucking wait.”
The lube was a slick mess on their fingers, running into a puddle on Quinn’s palm. Stretched out on his back, Rafe watched Quinn with hooded eyes as he knelt down between Rafe’s bended, spread knees, murmuring encouragement when Quinn touched the rim of his hole. Rafe’s fingers clenched and pulled at the sheets as Quinn explored the crinkled edges of Rafe’s entrance. Then his body stiffened when Quinn slid two fingers into Rafe’s heat.
It was like nothing Quinn ever felt before, yet the pulse of Rafe’s flesh around him was as familiar to him as his own heartbeat.
He dove in, carefully exploring the curve of Rafe’s inner core, watching the reactions he could wring from his lover, spread out before him on the bed. Rafe’s cock jutted up from its curled golden nest, spearing the musky night air with its rigid, flushed form. A bit of liquid welled up along its velvety head, a daub of pearl in its silken divot. Sliding his fingers in as far as they could go, Quinn pushed up against the ring of Rafe’s ass, then bent over, licking at the sweet bitterness of Rafe’s seed.
“God, Q… shit,” Rafe groaned, reaching down to clamp his fingers around the base of his cock. “Need you in me before… please.”
A part of Quinn longed to plunge in… straight in with no looking back. He was holding his breath. He realized that when the world went sparkly around the edges and his chest hurt. Taking in sharp pulls of air, Quinn steadied himself and looked down at Rafe’s waiting body.
He was beautiful. Quinn had no other word for Rafe but beautiful. Earthy and angelic, he was everything a mother would warn their sons and daughters about, and yet no one made Quinn feel as cherished… protected… as loved as Rafe. The tangle of his gold hair and the sly, teasing cant of his mouth was as familiar to Quinn as his own face—perhaps more so since Quinn’d spent more time staring at Rafe than he had himself—yet Quinn was still fascinated with Rafe’s beauty and delighted at the normal they shared.
“God, you make me feel normal,” Quinn whispered. “Like I’m just… like there’s nothing wrong with me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you, babe,” Rafe replied, stroking Quinn’s cheek with his thumb. “You’re who you are. You’re Quinn.”
If Rafe’s whispers freed him, Rafe’s touch gave Quinn wings. Guiding himself into Rafe, Quinn met his lover’s eyes, holding Rafe’s gaze as he sank in deeper until he strained against the push of Rafe’s legs against his shoulders. Wrapped tight in Rafe’s body, Quinn let go, flinging himself into the beyond of their joined bodies.
And discovered he could fly.
There was nothing else around him. Some part of his mind knew the noises and disturbances of objects and colors were there, lurking at the periphery of his awareness, but none of it mattered anymore. He couldn’t feel the harsh tickles of light on his mind or have to fight against the pull of something moving around him. All he had in his thoughts—at his fingertips—was Rafe. Rafe and the pleasure sliding into his body, setting his nerves on fire as lightning tendrils broke through the thick membrane of his thoughts and drowned him in their white flares.
Rafe quieted his world—became his world—and Quinn reveled in its blessed, sweet silence.
He thrust hard, riding some thoughtless urge to plunge deep into Rafe’s body—into Rafe himself—until their skin slapped wet and hard where their bodies met. He’d never felt so alive, so physical, with only the thought of pulling Rafe’s pleasure out of him.
At some point, Quinn was distantly aware of the burn in his thighs and the gouge of Rafe’s fingers into his ass. Rafe’s voice, broken and buttery, urged him on, nearly pleading Quinn to tear him apart so they could heal within each other. There was wet on Quinn’s face, a spill of tears nearly as scorching hot as Rafe’s clench around his cock. Then he felt Rafe stiffen, shouting hoarsely while Quinn continued on.
There was an angle Quinn twisted into, a certain spot he could find in Rafe’s body, and when he glided over it, Rafe shook with desire. As Rafe’s hands clenched and roamed over Quinn’s chest, twisting at his tight nubs, Quinn found that spot again, and Rafe seized, shoving himself as far down Quinn’s cock as he could, unable to do anything but take what Quinn gave him.
“Come for me, Rafe,” Quinn whispered, hunkered over Rafe’s belly with his head down. His hands were fitted under Rafe’s ass, pulling him up so Quinn could find the sweet spot in Rafe’s core. “I want to see you. Want to watch you. I want to see what I do to you.”