Page 79 of The Blame Game

He still looked sleepy and content, and there was something soft in his eyes that Shea couldn’t look away from.

And so he trembled, on his knees, gripping the headboard.

The physical pleasure was almost secondary to the way it felt to have Dom looking at him like that. Dom’s eyes were more gray than blue in this light and when he licked his lips, it was like Shea could feel the flick of Dom’s tongue against his own, despite the space between them.

The air felt heavy with something—anticipation, maybe—and Shea reached out blindly, his hand landing on Dom’s knee.

“I …”

He couldn’t even breathe, pinned in place by the slow, rough tug of Dom’s hand and the look in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Dom said, the word barely a breath of air. “You’re almost there.”

And Shea was. He was so close, trembling on the brink.

“My face,” Dom urged and when Shea hesitated, torn, Dom coaxed, “Be selfish for once.”

Shea cried out.

It was a short, sharp little cry and he bit his lip because they weren’t alone in the apartment but the pleasure was so intense it felt like he was in a small boat, picked up and tossed by the waves, shattering on the shore into a thousand tiny pieces.

Chest heaving, Dom’s grip tight on his cock, Shea came, coating Dom’s chest and his throat. The last few spurts landed on his face, dotting his cheek and lips.

Dom slid his tongue out, licking the cum away and Shea gasped, fingers digging into the muscle of Dom’s thigh.

Strokes slowing, Dom trailed his fingertips across the head of Shea’s cock. Shea closed his eyes, throwing his head back at the painfully, exquisitely sensitive touch before Dom let go.

Shea collapsed onto the bed, his head landing on Dom’s outstretched arm. He rolled onto his side and looked at Dom to find him gazing back.

There was a flicker of his eyebrows, a half-question on his face as if he was asking Shea a question.

Shea nodded, reaching out to brush his thumb against Dom’s face, wiping away a shining droplet that clung to his beard.

Dom opened his mouth and Shea pressed his thumb inside, his breath catching at the soft wetness of Dom’s tongue against his skin before he pulled away.

Dom just kept looking at him, staring with a dazed expression and Shea rose to one elbow.

There were no words. No words that Shea had, maybe no words in the world for what he felt now as he leaned in closer.

Dom’s lips parted again and Shea’s heart picked up speed.

Feeling like he was in a dream, Shea pressed his mouth to Dom’s cheek. He licked a droplet away, his heart pounding madly, like it was trying to escape the cage of his ribs.

He held his breath, waiting to see what Dom would do. But he only let out a ragged little sigh and tilted his head, their mouths so close that Shea could hear the nearly silent rush of his breathing.

His chest tightened.

One heartbeat … two … Shea let out a muffled groan of relief when their lips touched.

Dom made a sound, a tiny sound that was nearly swallowed up by the ambient noise in the apartment, and he trembled, his lips barely brushing Shea’s before he pulled away.

“You’ve never kissed me before,” Shea whispered, hating to break the moment but needing to be sure it had actually happened. That he hadn’t dreamt this.

“You’ve never saved my life before.” Dom licked his lips. “Do you want to do it again? Kiss, I mean.”

Shea hesitated, wanting it more than anything, but terrified that admitting it would make Dom shy away.

Finally, he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

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