The perfume of Sionn’s seed and musky sweat weren’t helping either.
Everything about the man under him was perfect. If he’d placed an order with God himself, Damien didn’t think he could find someone who fit him better, who held him any tighter or said anything that could warm Damien’s cold insides like Sionn Murphy.
And now some part of him… that broken and hidden part in the rubble of his soul, was crawling out of the murky darkness to reach for Sionn’s golden light, seeking the man’s heart as if he had a right to it. Then Sionn whispered something, an indescribable phrase Damien never thought he would hear outside of a treacle-sweet song or from Miki’s sarcastic mouth.
Wrapping his arms tight around Damien’s torso, Sionn held onto him, their thrusts bottoming out into shallow plunges, and the man brought his kiss-swollen lips to the ridge of Damien’s ear to whisper something nearly too soft to hear above Damien’s frenetic panting.
“I love you, Damie boy.” Sionn’s Gaelic thickened the words, rubbing them smoky with peat and Irish whiskey. “And I’m never going to let you go, a ghrá. Never.”
Enflamed by the shock, Damien lost the beat of his thrusts, and they stumbled, bodies slapping together until they found the rhythm between them again. Pushing his hands down on the bed on either side of Sionn’s shoulders, Damien thrust harder, pounding deep into the man. He needed to breach Sionn’s control, make him shudder with the want of their joining until nothing existed between them but a thin layer of skin and the sweat of their bodies.
Sionn spilled his Irish, pouring words shaped from craggy shores and smoke-tinted fog into Damien’s mouth when their mouths touched, and Damien lengthened his strokes, arching up into Sionn’s tight body. Breaking off their kiss was painful. Damien wanted to plunge himself into the moist sweetness of Sionn’s mouth as deep as he thrust his bare cock into his lover’s slick hole, but he couldn’t trust himself not to lose control before he ground every weeping drop of pleasure from Sionn’s body.
The first tingle of his climax began along his spine, its tendrils stretching down from his shoulder blades to the clench of his ass and climbing up to wrap around his face, tightening the skin on his cheekbones. Panting, Damien tried to hold off, but Sionn tightened on him, his entrance closing down on the base of Damie’s cock. They slid in and out, no longer in pace with their thrusts, but the pull and push no longer mattered. Their bodies raced, chasing a sun breaking through the closed-in darkness they’d wrapped around themselves.
Their lightning hit Sionn first, surprising Damien when he felt the ripples of the man’s orgasm start to compress his cock. Reaching between them, he gripped his lover’s dick, keeping up a steady flow of pressure to help Sionn reach his peak. Sionn’s Gaelic turned animalistic, falling into growling pleas and urging mewls.
Gritting his teeth, Damien rode out the waves of intense release rolling through the man underneath him, needing to see Sionn through. The shuck of his cock’s skin through Sionn’s ass caught on the drying lube, and they ran nearly raw against each other, but Damien didn’t dare stop.
Sionn was holding onto him for dear life, begging Damien to bring him over.
And Damien had no intention of letting the man down.
Sionn’s fingers bit deep into Damien’s hips, and he pulled at Damie, snapping his hips up to meet his thrusts. The strain on their bodies showed, sleeking their skin with sweat. Where they met ran wet, the salt-laden smears passing between them, trickling down Damien’s thighs and Sionn’s sides.
At the first hot wave of fluid from Sionn’s cock hitting his belly, Damien flinched from its intensity. Another followed, nearly as strong as the first, and the tang of Sionn’s pleasure in the air was his undoing. Angling his hips up, Damien pistoned into his lover, pushing Sionn’s ass cheeks apart until their balls were flattened sacs as they met with the increased force.
He wasn’t sure what was lube, sweat, or come, but Damien didn’t care. The wet between them was a heavenly slide, catching him in its grip as his balls boiled out his release. His climax grabbed a hold of his thighs, locking his muscles into arched stone, his cock buried deeper into his lover than Damien thought possible.