Page 50 of For the Rest of Forever

And he did. He loved it. The soft touches. The lingering kisses. The light fingertips grazing through his chest hair and over hissensitive nipples. The sounds in the room—a mixture of his own moans and Greg’s quiet affirmations.

I love you.

God, Allen, when you make that sound . . .

Ah, darling, you feel so good.

Slowly, Greg undressed both of them down to their briefs, taking his time. Allen had mostly kept his hands to himself as Greg had explored everywhere he knew Allen loved to be touched. But when they settled on the bed together a moment later, Greg resting over Allen with one knee wedged between his legs, Allen found himself reaching out, running his fingers up Greg’s solid chest, letting his thumbs brush over Greg’s nipples.

Greg groaned and lowered his head to Allen’s shoulder with a shuddering breath. “God, that’s good.”

“Mmm, yeah,” Allen agreed, and he continued, palms smoothing up and down Greg’s chest, then his back, then his arms, all while Greg fluttered kisses along his collarbone and up his neck and along his jawline. Heat and need burned deeper in his belly as he felt Greg’s arousal pressing against his thigh, throbbing every time Greg rocked against him or moaned or trembled.

Above him, Greg shifted to prop himself up on one elbow and then paused to look down at Allen. Through half-lidded eyes, Allen watched as Greg’s expression softened, intense desire and need giving way to love and something else. Joy maybe? Allen blew out a short breath, and then Greg smiled so tenderly and lowered his mouth again, their lips meeting in a much slower, gentler kiss.

Allen’s hands slid around to Greg’s back and then lower, slipping underneath Greg’s briefs to grip Greg’s backside. Heat rushed through Allen as his erection stiffened and pulsed with need, and he squeezed firmly and lifted his hips up at the same time, craving more pressure, more friction. They both broke their kiss, breathinghard, and Allen let out a rough moan, the sound rumbling deep in the back of his throat.

“God, that’s sexy,” Greg rasped. “I want to hear it again.”

Allen huffed a weak laugh; he’dneverthought of himself or any of the sounds he made as sexy, even when they were younger. Still, it was something Greg hadn’t ever hesitated to tell him—not then and not now. And though he was pretty sure he’d neveractuallyfeel sexy, his husband’s words never failed to ignite an even deeper desire in him or to make him feel loved and wanted.

Greg’s lips captured his suddenly, this kiss hungrier and needy, and at the same time, Greg’s free hand slipped down between them, teasing under Allen’s briefs with sureness and confidence. Allen’s hard shaft ached with the need to be touched, and when Greg finally stroked firmly down his length and then grasped him around his base, Allen whimpered and broke the kiss with a gasp, screwing his eyes shut and pressing his head back into his pillow.

“Ahh, that was also sexy,” Greg said, his voice deep and rough, “but... not quite the same.” Greg’s breath was hot against Allen’s throat, and when he trailed a path of wet kisses downward, the touch seemed to leave Allen’s skin burning, making Allen ache with an even greater need. It was all heat and pleasure and some intensity that Allen hadn’t felt in a while. And it was incredible. Everything.

And this time, when Greg’s tongue flicked across Allen’s nipple and tendrils of heat and tingling shot all the way down to Allen’s toes, he did moan in a way that was much closer to that first moan—deep, thready, and rough.

“God, yeah, that’s it,” Greg said as he moved lower with his hot mouth and kisses. Greg rocked against him again with a moan of his own and began stroking Allen’s hard shaft, the rhythm slow and deliberate.

A hazy pleasure surrounded Allen, his breaths beginning to come in faster pants and his heart racing. Out of a deep need to hit some new higher edge, he gripped Greg’s backside with both hands again, a little harder even, and pressed Greg down into him as he thrust up into Greg’s hand. God, it was good, that tightness growing deep inside him, coiling up, demanding to be let out.

“Close, I’m—I’m close,” Allen panted. “But god, I want...” He trailed off and pushed his hands a little lower, dragging Greg’s briefs down.

He knew what he wanted tonight, and it was simple. He just wanted his husband’s naked body pressed against his own. He wanted to feel Greg’s weight over him, their shafts rubbing together, Greg’s hand pleasuring them both. He wanted to come hard and then be held in his husband’s arms, where he felt safe and loved and whole.

And maybe, just maybe, the feeling would carry over, last longer than a moment, help him to get back to something closer to normal. Something not so broken.

“. . . I want you naked, now,” he finished, his voice husky and deep as he slid his hands around to push Greg’s briefs even lower in front as well, freeing his straining erection.

Greg inhaled sharply as though in relief and closed his eyes for a second. Then he released Allen’s shaft and shifted on the bed so he could slip his briefs all the way off. He tossed them to the ground with the rest of their clothes and then settled again so he was kneeling on the bed next to Allen, his eyes dark with desire as his gaze drifted up and down Allen’s body.

“And now me too. Finish undressing me too,” Allen said when Greg’s eyes stopped on his.

Another of those warm shivers coursed through him as Greg groaned quietly, then nodded and reached out to set one hand on Allen’s stomach, palm flat. And Allen closed his eyes and breatheddeeply as Greg took his time again, his hands smoothing over Allen’s stomach in long, soft strokes. The bed shifted, and Allen felt Greg’s fingers hook under the waistband of his briefs, teasing them down just an inch. A warm softness brushed against his exposed hip, and Allen sucked in a breath and opened his eyes halfway to see Greg bent over him, inching his briefs down, fluttering kisses along every bit of newly exposed skin.

“God, yes,” Allen moaned, and he brought one hand up and ran it along Greg’s shoulder, up his neck, and into his hair.

Greg continued, slowly working Allen’s briefs down until his aching erection was no longer confined within the restrictive cotton. And Allen’s heart pounded in his chest when Greg paused to graze his lips lightly around the tip of Allen’s shaft, just barely touching him.

It was exquisite, and he closed his eyes again and groaned as his erection twitched hard. “God, Greg...”

“Hmm?”

He felt the vibration of the soft hum against the base of his shaft just before Greg pressed another kiss there—warm, loving, and tender, and it stoked the aching desire burning deep in his chest. “God, please, Greg. I need you. Now.”

That was all he had to say. Greg finished undressing him without any more detours or distractions, and a short moment later, Greg settled so he was straddling Allen’s thighs, as though he knew exactly what Allen wanted and how he wanted it.

Greg bent down to press a kiss to Allen’s lips, and when they parted, he straightened up, running both of his hands over Allen’s chest and stomach, and asked, “Just like this, darling?” He continued lower with one hand until he positioned their rigid, hot shafts together and took both of them in his fist, his fingers wrapping around them and holding them together.

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