Page 20 of For the Rest of Forever

Normally, Allen would do just that—he’d always been assertive in bed, a contrast to his personality outside the bedroom. Tonight, however, Greg felt Allen hesitate. The hand stroking Greg’s shaft faltered, and a short breath escaped Allen’s lips.

“I just want... I just want you to love me,” Allen said quietly.

His tone was unsure and shaky, and it tugged at Greg’s heart. Greg lowered himself down to his elbows and then captured his husband’s lips again in a tender kiss. “Always,” he promised.

He pulled back, shifted off Allen to grab the lube and a small towel from the drawer in the nightstand on his side of the bed, and then settled on the bed, next to his husband this time, the comforter pushed back so he could see all of his husband’s naked body. He set the bottle of lube on Allen’s other side and then took a moment to trail his fingertips down Allen’s chest and stomach. Allen’s shaft twitched with need, and Greg’s body responded, a flood of heat and want shooting through him. He inhaled sharply and repositioned himself to kneel between his husband’s legs again.

Allen had opened his eyes, but only partway, and in the dim light of the bedroom, Greg wasn’t entirely sure what he saw in his husband’s expression. But he was intent on making Allen feel good. Good and loved and cared for and cherished.

He ran both his hands up Allen’s thighs. “Turn over, darling?” he said softly.

Allen nodded, and Greg scooted back to give Allen room to roll over onto his stomach. Silently, Greg began loving his husband—caressing up Allen’s back, kissing every spot his hands touched. He encouraged Allen to arch his back and get his knees slightly under him, bringing his hips off the bed. Then, Greg lowered his mouth to Allen’s shoulder and trailed a path of warm, wet kisses all the way down, stopping only when he reached the top of Allen’s crease.

There was a soft moan as Greg reached between Allen’s legs to find his shaft, and he stroked gently as his mouth dipped lower. He kissed and licked, working his way downward with a deliberate slowness. When Greg reached the sensitive skin around the outside of Allen’s hole, Allen moaned louder and writhed slightly, pressing his backside into Greg’s mouth. With a grunt of his own, Greg released Allen’s arousal and shifted so both of his hands were on Allen’s backside, spreading his cheeks wider. Then he dipped back in again, kissing, sucking, licking. He knew just what his husband liked, and Allen’s increasingly demanding moans of pleasure, the occasional grunt of “oh, god,” and his much-too-fast breathing further directed Greg’s efforts. Needing some relief, he shifted one hand to his own shaft, pumping urgently for several strokes as his tongue continued to explore. When he pushed lightly into Allen’s hole, Allen groaned quietly and pressed back into him again.

“Ah, yeah. That’s good. That’s... ah, god.” Allen trembled and let out a short breath, and Greg pulled back briefly before dipping in again. At the same time, he released himself and shiftedhis hand between Allen’s legs until he found his husband’s hard shaft, and he began pumping, matching the rhythm he’d had a moment ago with his hand on his own shaft.

Allen continued to make small sounds—needy whimpers and rough, breathless moans—and Greg probed a little deeper and stroked Allen’s arousal a little faster. When he was sure Allen was just on the edge, Greg backed off slightly, pressed a light kiss to each of Allen’s cheeks, and straightened up as he slowed his stroke. He was warm, his heart racing and his fingers buzzing, and when Allen whimpered in protest, Greg bent back down to plant wet, soothing kisses on Allen’s back.

“I’m here, darling,” he breathed, and he kissed Allen again as he released Allen’s erection and sought out the bottle of lube. He squeezed some into his palm, lightly slicked his own shaft, and then circled his husband’s hole briefly before easing one finger in. Another heady rush of heat and desire flooded Greg as Allen muffled a low moan into his pillow, and Greg continued, slowly thrusting first one finger and then two in and out of his husband’s tight channel. He pressed his hips up against Allen’s backside, his shaft sliding between Allen’s legs, and when Allen reached down to stroke both of them together, Greg inhaled sharply.

God, he was close already, the familiar tightening low in his groin sending a jolt of heat and pleasure through him. He groaned, but shifted his hips backward to separate them. Allen let out a short breath and turned his head to look back at Greg, his eyes half-open.

Greg’s free hand ran soothingly up Allen’s back. “Sorry, darling. That’s as much as I can take until I’m inside you,” he said, his voice low and husky.

Then, he carefully curled his fingers to find the spot he knew would bring Allen even closer to the edge. Allen’s body jerkedslightly, and Allen screwed his eyes shut as he cried out Greg’s name and arched back against Greg’s hand again.

Greg loved the feeling—knowing that he was bringing his husband so much pleasure. Gently, he kissed Allen’s back one more time, letting his lips linger there on his husband’s warm skin for an extra moment. Then he slipped his fingers out of his husband’s channel.

“Please, Greg.” Allen’s words were muffled into the pillow where his head rested, but the need in his tone was obvious.

Greg trailed a slow path of kisses up Allen’s back to his cheek, taking his time. Then he caressed between Allen’s legs again in one long, gentle stroke, and Allen gasped softly.

“I love you,” Greg whispered, his voice somehow catching on the words. Allen turned his head slightly, and Greg met him in the lightest of kisses.

“I need you,” Allen rasped when Greg pulled back.

Greg could only nod slowly, then kiss Allen one more time. He straightened up, found the lube, slicked his hard shaft again, and wiped the excess off on the towel before repositioning himself behind his lover, the tip of his erection right at Allen’s entrance.

This part—the part where they finally joined together after all the foreplay and prep—was one of his favorite moments. And part of that was the knowledge that his husband trusted him so much, found safety and love in this intimate act. It filled his heart, and he closed his eyes and rubbed one hand down the back of Allen’s thigh as he brought the other to the base of his shaft to guide himself.

With the sureness of experience, Greg started to inch his way in, and Allen met him eagerly, grunting and pushing back into him. Greg’s hard length slipped in easily, almost immediately buried deep in the tight, hot warmth of Allen’s channel. He groaned againas he settled his hands on his husband’s hips and held Allen back against him.

It was as overwhelming as always, and for just a moment, his chest tightened. Then he leaned forward, letting his hands soothe slowly up Allen’s back before dropping to the bed on either side of him.

“Kiss me,” Allen said, his tone almost demanding, and he tilted his head back in invitation. Greg met him in a lopsided kiss before he started thrusting with a slow, deliberate rhythm, just as he knew Allen liked. “Ah, god, yeah, that’s good. Good,” Allen murmured, letting his head drop back down onto the pillow in front of him.

Greg kissed Allen’s neck and rubbed his back, then slipped one hand around to find Allen’s shaft. He stroked his husband in time with his own thrusts, and Allen’s pants and moans and whimpers of pleasure became more and more insistent. Greg felt his own climax building right along with Allen’s, and he shuddered as he struggled to hold out just the little bit longer that he knew Allen needed.

“Harder now. Oh, god,” Allen huffed, and he pressed himself up onto his elbows and arched slightly, meeting Greg’s thrusts with a slightly different angle. Both of them moaned, and Greg picked up the pace for just a few more strokes before Allen clenched around him, cried out his name, and collapsed again, burying his head into the pillow to muffle his moans.

Greg thrust one final time, and then he fell forward and grunted, throbbing hard with his own release. It was another familiar thing—the intense pleasure, relief, and love that rippled through him in waves. Yet every time they made love, it seemed to renew him, to remind him just how strong their connection was.

He panted as he lowered his head to Allen’s back, reaching under his husband to run his hand along Allen’s chest. He could feel Allen still trembling underneath him, his breaths uneven andstilted, and he wanted to move to Allen’s side, gather him up in his arms, kiss him and make all the declarations of love and forever that he was feeling. But he also wanted to stay just where he was for another moment, still joined together with his husband in this intimate act that they’d only ever shared with each other.

So he settled for kissing Allen’s back, letting his hand continue to caress lightly across Allen’s chest and then down to his abdomen, and murmuring a quiet “I love you” as his spent arousal softened. Only when he heard a muffled sob from his husband did Greg finally move, allowing himself to slip out of Allen and then shifting over to Allen’s side.

He swallowed hard as he heard it again—a low, shuddering breath that caught and hitched—and his stomach clenched.

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