Page 57 of Fire & Ice

“That…that’s the deal?” Tripp manages to ask, choking on a gasp as his head tips backward when Leander purposefully slides their groins together.

“Delicious,” Leander murmurs, hips gyrating in a way that’s playful for him and must be torturous for Tripp. “Yes, that’s the deal. You may come however you like. Tell me, Tripp.”

“Ung,” Tripp groans. “I—fuck me? And...the fleshlight?”

“Done,” Leander agrees easily, sitting back on his heels before standing up. He reaches down to grasp Tripp aroundhis forearm and yank him vertical, withforce,so that he slams against Leander’s own chest. They stare at each other for a moment, Tripp breathing hard and their forearms pressed together between their bodies.

Trippmakes the first move this time, Leander’s sure of it. Normally, he’d scold him for the presumption, but—well, hedidsay that Tripp could have whatever he wanted, and so sue him if Leander fuckinglovesfeeling like Tripp wantshim.

Right now, Tripp’s kissing like he’s a man on the verge, and therefore, Leander wastes no time in steering him towards the bed. He only breaks away for a brief moment, necessary to retrieve the fleshlight from the armoire containing the lion’s share of his casual toys, making it back to Tripp’s side in record time. They’re both a little unsteady and sloppy, and Leander’s not sure that he could handle anything overly complicated right now anyway, so he shoves Tripp down onto his back and pours lube into the toy without pretense.

Normally, he’d warm the insert up with water, but there’s no way Tripp is going to sit around and wait for that, nor does Leander care to make him. Removing the plug in Tripp’s ass reminds him that it’s holding his cum inside, some of it immediately leaking out and dripping down Tripp’s crack. The sight leaves Leander grabbing his own dick and trying not to come, his possessive streak showing through in spades.

“Oh,Tripp,” he murmurs, wiping the leftover lube smeared across his hand over the length of his cock before pushing Tripp’s thighs back and apart even further.

For his part, Tripp barely seems to notice, fumbling at the sheets and mumbling to himself in what Leander’s fairly certain is an incoherent mix of pep-talk and desperate begging meant for him. He’s so gorgeous and pliant like this, exactly howLeanderalwayswants him—broken down and desperate, pure, unspoiledperfection.

Leander pushes inside him without pretense, and Tripp cries loudly with relief, his back arching and his cock blurting a steady stream of precum that dribbles down onto his belly, cock itself purple and angry at the head. Leander’s not an idiot—this will not be some drawn-out event. As tears leak from Tripp’s eyes and his lip gets sucked in between his teeth, Leander slides the fleshlight down over his cock and works it carefully, imagining that the pleasure is borderline painful, in and of itself.

Tripp’s response to his gift is nothing short of stunning, so much so that Leander nearly forgets to actually fuck him. In awe of his sub, he opts to mostly watch—watch the way Tripp’s hips swivel and meet his gentle thrusts, watch the way his muscular chest expands with corresponding choppy breaths and moans, watch the smooth length of his throat and the droplets of sweat that pool in its hollow.

Leander does his best to catalogue every moment, to file each one away and save it forever in his mind. All in all, there are only a short few minutes of him moving the fleshlight and providing soft encouragement to Tripp’s ears before he’s coming, body shaking and trembling and clenching around Leander’s cock as he cries out with unfettered relief and satisfaction.

Once he’s done, Leander tosses the toy aside and gathers Tripp up, pressing his thighs to his chest and fucking him hard, arms wrapped tightly around Tripp’s back and shoulders. It’s incredibly intimate, and a still-vaguely-intoxicated Leander feels like he’s inside of a dream. Tripp is wonderfully boneless beneath him; kissing back passively when Leander licks into hismouth, compliantly allowing himself to be manipulated this way and that.

When Leander comes, it’s with Tripp’s name on his lips and their bodies as close as two people can possibly be. The orgasm isalmostas good as the way Tripp’s arms tighten around him, the way he sighs into his ear, how he nuzzles just beneath it. It’s stupidly soft, and Leander can’t even bring himself to worry about the way they’rebarelytoeing the party line anymore. In fact, it’s all he can do not to shove his fingers into Tripp’s hair, to pull him close and confess all the ways that he loves him, isin lovewith him.

Instead, Leander forces himself to pull away, to clean them both up, to bring water and aspirin and juice for Tripp over to their bedside table before succumbing to the urge to pass out. Even as that’s happening, Leander finds himself blinking against his heavy lids, staring in awe at Tripp’s peaceful face and his closed eyes, the way he drapes himself so easily over his chest.

What is he evendoingwith this man?

Any other time, Leander would probably fall down the rabbit hole agonizing about it, but tonight, he just can’t do it. Thinking back on everything they’ve done, Leander has no regrets, can’t bring himself to even pretend. Especially right now: he’s still tipsy, he’s satisfied, the mattress is inviting, and Tripp’s embrace is warm and comfortable.

Perhaps he should be more concerned with how often he tables these particular fears regarding his relationship with Tripp. Perhaps he will try to be better or more careful with his boundaries in the future, whatever that might mean.

But not tonight.

Chapter 7

“Sir, yes!”Tripp can’t help but cry out as Leander thrusts into him from behind, pushing his bare belly up against the railing of the balcony where the edge digs mercilessly into soft flesh. Between that and the cutting cold of the air whipping around them up here on the twentieth floor, Tripp’s already lasted a lot longer than he might have bet. Thankfully, the sliding glass doors to Leander’s apartment are thrown open behind them, a wide swath of warm air wafting out and offeringsomesemblance of relief, a slight buffer against the early morning freeze.

“If you can’t—ugh—keep that pretty mouth shut, I will shut it for you,andI will take away your hand,” Leander admonishes, his pace slowing to something deep and frustrating as he wraps himself around Tripp’s back. That’s enough of a warning for Tripp to bite his lip, to tuck his chin down against his chest, and concentrate on finishing. With his eyes closed, it’s much easier to forget the coldandthe fact that he’s completely naked, being fucked in plain sight of anyone who cares to look.

The view from Leander’s apartment looks out over the city and is fairly high-set, which means that from the street below, one would really have to be straining to catch sight of the two of them. Nonetheless, the balcony faces several other apartment buildings and corporate offices across the way, and even in the pre-dawn, five a.m. stillness, there are plenty of lights illuminating various windows to make the risk substantially real.

The thought of being watched, whether purposeful or accidental, is something Tripp hasn’t been able to stop thinking about since his brother’s bachelor party andSuzy.It’s led to several interesting discussions and offers from Leander,including a possible trip to some kink club he knows about downtown, which sounds intimidating as hell. This—this brutal fuck on Lee's balcony—seemed like a pretty harmless way of testing the waters.

So far, Tripp loves it. Maybe not the cold—that’s less than thrilling, and not doing much for his ability to keep it up, either. Also, the fact that Lee is in sweatpants and an unzipped hoodie behind him is just soLee,Tripp wouldn’t even know where to start, but being exposed and violated in public is fuckinghot. In his mind, Tripp imagines the people across the way looking out their windows, watching him getting railed, or maybe Lee's nextdoor neighbors hearing his badly-bitten-off moans and justknowingwhat’s happening to him.

Between that and Lee's torso pressed warm and inviting up against his back, his own hand jerking his cock, and Lee's dick nailing his prostate, the whole situation escalates towards a peak fairly quickly.

“Stunning,” Leander praises when Tripp manages to finish, despite his shivering. The thrusting slows for a second, and at first, Tripp thinks he’s going to get to go inside. But then Lee reaches underneath his armpits to cup his shoulders for leverage and sets about fucking him harder, rougher than he was before. Despite the prickling chill and the icy metal of the railing against his skin, Tripp can’t help the way his eyes roll back in his head, or the noises that are punched out of his throat at the overstimulation.

It’sjuston the right side of too much, and a tear—fine, two—escapes from one eye, trickling wetly down his cheek as Leander groans and finishes achingly hot and even more so for the cold, inside of him.

Before Tripp can even straighten up fully, Lee's hoodie is already around his shoulders and he’s being helped back inside,a strong arm wrapped steadyingly around his waist. The balcony doors slide closed and then Lee is leading him to the kitchen for orange juice and a warm cloth. Same as it ever was, whether they’re heading back to bed or not.

They’re not, unfortunately—not today, and as Tripp watches Leander rinse the used rag off in the sink, he regrets that fact more than usual. The lighting is low inside Lee's space, just a single lamp in the living area casting a dim glow out into the apartment as a whole. It’s quiet as they move around each other instinctively, in routines that have now become second nature. This feels domestic, what they’re doing, and every time Tripp has to leave or break one of these moments in particular, he worries that it won’t happen again.

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