Page 71 of Addicted

“Oh my god,” Liam turned white, covering his mouth in shock. “Everything from back then is a blur and I forgot I did that. I’m so sorry I-”

“No. You’re not the one apologizing here. I am,” Owen said sternly. They stared at each other for a moment and then Owen cracked a smile at how the conversation had veered from serious to ridiculous, shattering the tension.

Liam mirrored Owen’s smile. “You don’t owe me an apology.” He held up a few of the letters. “Not after you tried to send me all of these.”

“Okay.” Owen nodded, waiting until Liam placed everything neatly back in the envelope before pulling him in for a hug, running fingers through that silky hair. Liam sighed in contentment and returned the embrace, his warm breath bleeding through Owen’s thin shirt.

They stayed like that for a while, Owen holding Liam in his arms, never wanting to let go, and Liam slowly melting into the hug, his body going soft and languid as Owen swayed them back and forth.

Shifting, Liam tilted his head up and gave Owen a look that was simultaneously coy and full of heat. The air in the room seemed to crackle as Owen leaned down, pressing a kiss to Liam’s lips, and that one kiss quickly turned into more. Wanting to taste, Owen licked into Liam’s mouth and Liam eagerly opened up, twisting his tongue with Owen’s as the heat between them became more intense, filling the room.

Liam’s lips were soft and pliant, his tongue slippery and small yet able to hold its own against Owen’s, sliding around and teasing until Owen lost all thought. Holding Liam so tightly he thought he’d crush him, Owen pulled away for a gasp of air and then went to work sucking on Liam’s throat, drinking in every moan, gasp, and shudder as Liam twitched in his lap.

Giving in to his urge to mark, to claim, Owen nipped at the base of Liam’s throat, right where it met his shoulder, and Liam cried out, holding onto Owen and pressing impossibly closer, his head tilted back in ecstasy.

“You like that?” he rasped into Liam’s skin, biting the area again, his cock swelling as Liam gave a lusty wail that echoed off the walls. Apparently, Liam was not only loud when he gamed but also when he received pleasure.

“Y-Yes.” Liam tilted his head down, tracing the shell of Owen’s ear with his tongue. “M-More, please.”

With a growl, Owen placed a hand on Liam’s back, slowly lowering him onto the cushions. Why did they always end up making out on the couch like horny teenagers? It didn’t matter, Owen just wanted to touch Liam in any way he could. Lying there disheveled, with his hair spread around him in an auburn halo, his pupils wide and needy, and a reddening spot on his neck, Liam couldn’t be more alluring. He was a siren and Owen would gladly drown at sea to his song.

Stretching out over Liam, Owen seized his lips again and Liam immediately parted them for a deep thorough kiss, winding his arms around Owen’s back and tangling their legs together. The unmistakable bulge of Liam’s cock pressed into Owen’s stomach and Owen was overcome with the need to see it, to hold it, to play with the head and watch Liam come.

Pressing Liam into the couch, Owen snaked his hand down between them, cupping Liam through his pants and savoring how Liam wailed into his mouth. Owen swallowed the sound greedily, using the heel of his palm to stroke over and over as Liam squeezed his eyes shut and squirmed, fisting the back of Owen’s shirt so hard the fabric began to tear.

Halting his hand, Owen tried not to revel in how Liam tilted his hips up, asking for more, and took in a deep breath, trying to think through the fog of lust. This was moving pretty fast and he needed to check in before they got carried away.

“Are you okay with this?” Owen whispered against Liam’s lips. Liam opened his eyes and they shone at him, the pupils surrounded by a golden green ring, his smile drunk and lazy.

“Very.” His raspy voice went straight to Owen’s cock, turning it to steel. “Please don’t stop.” His small hand reached down and traced Owen, fluttering fingers along the denim-clad shape of his dick, and a growl tore from Owen’s throat. Somehow that gentle touch set his brain on fire and the noise he was making only seemed to spur Liam on, for he grasped Owen’s length as much as he could before fumbling with the zipper.

“Hang on.” Owen kissed Liam, sucking on his bottom lip before quickly releasing it. Sitting up, he ignored Liam’s disappointed whine as well as the loss of that touch and made eye contact, watching for any sign of hesitation as he opened Liam’s pants. But there was none, only Liam moaning as he lifted his hips so Owen could drag Liam’s pants and underwear down those long legs and toss them onto the living room floor. Liam’s cock sprang free, slapping against his shirt and Owen eagerly grasped it. At his touch, Liam arched with wide eyes, putting both hands over his mouth as a few drops of liquid splashed from the tip.

It was a lovely cock, and the base was surrounded by a thatch of auburn curls that Owen wanted to bury his nose in. But first, he ran a fingertip along Liam’s balls, savoring how Liam thrashed his head back and forth, muffled sounds coming from under his palms.

Releasing Liam, Owen opened the button and zipper of his jeans, pushing them down to free himself and sighing in relief. Liam’s eyes opened even wider as they traveled south and Owen grabbed him by the wrist, giving him a gentle tug upright and maneuvering him until he straddled Owen’s lap.

Their bare cocks brushed together the instant Liam settled down and they both let out a startled gasp, the current between them zinging through Owen’s system, short-circuiting his brain and making him want to bite Liam’s neck, and come. The hazy expression on Liam’s face told Owen that the feeling was mutual.

“Hold onto me.” Once Liam wound shaky arms around Owen’s neck, Owen licked his palm and then grasped their cocks in one hand. Their simultaneous groans echoed off the walls of the room.

Staring into Liam’s magical eyes, Owen began to work his fist up and down. This was by far the most intimate, passionate, and intense experience he’d ever had, as if all his feelings for Liam were lighting up his mind and setting his soul on fire. Unable to hold back, he kissed Liam again and the slide of their tongues mimicked the glide of their cocks. Liam let out one constant blissful sound, tilting and writhing his hips to get the best friction, and the couch squeaked under them as they picked up the pace, Owen’s forearm straining as he pumped faster and faster.

Liam pressed in as close as he could, stuttering through a moan as he gripped Owen’s biceps for all he was worth, the pitch in his voice rising higher and higher until he froze. His entire body shuddered, his eyes rolling back as he painted Owen’s fist and their laps. Owen thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and quickly followed Liam with a roar, his orgasm slamming into him so hard that the corners of his vision went black. He’d never come like that before. He almost forgot who he was and it took concentration to not slide off the couch and bring Liam down with him.

When he finally landed back in reality it was to a gentle lick to his fingers. Liam was holding Owen’s hand up by the wrist and sampling their mixture with a euphoric expression.

“That…that was,” Owen had no words.

Liam licked his lips. “That was better than all of my shower fantasies put together.”

“You had shower fantasies about me?” Owen gave him a lazy slow smile as he thought about them wet under the spray, Owen making sure Liam wasthoroughlywashed in every crease and crevice.

“Of course.” Liam leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. “Like I said, I’ve had a crush on you forever. I still can’t believe this is real.”

“Oh, it’s very real.” Owen gave him a gentle lingering kiss, enjoying how slowly they parted. Then he looked down. “And very sticky. How about we clean up?”

Liam nodded, still staring into Owen’s eyes. Not wanting to dislodge the siren in his lap, Owen grabbed his t-shirt by the back collar and pulled it off in one smooth motion. Liam froze like a baby deer, his mouth dropping open as his gaze moved to Owen’s chest. As Owen wiped them both with his shirt, Liam placed his hands on Owen’s pectorals, rubbing in a circle, his palms grazing Owen’s nipples and sending little zings of pleasure down to his cock, which began to perk up again in interest.

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