Page 233 of Golden Eagle

Naked, he climbed up onto the bed and straddled Nik’s thighs. He didn’t go straight for the jeans, though. Breathing a little unsteady, pulse pounding visibly in his throat, he smoothed his hands up Nikita’s stomach, up his ribs, fingertips playing into every dip between the bones. Palmed his pecs, thumbed his nipples, until Nik’s own breathing hitched and caught.

“I know that outfit has terrible memories attached to it.” He traced Nik’s collarbones, smoothed the pads of his fingers over the fluttering pulse at the hollow of his throat. His gaze locked with Nikita’s, relentlessly blue. “But that’s what you were wearing when I realized I love you.”

“Oh,” Nik said, faintly.

Sasha leaned down and kissed the place where his fingertips rested. Shifted down, warm lips mapping the whole of his chest.

He was going to take his time, Nikita realized, with a faint pulse of nerves. Unwelcome nerves that threatened to pull him out of the moment. Lying here, letting Sasha worship him – and that’s what this was, no denying, Sasha’s reverence tangible – left him feeling vulnerable in a way he so rarely, rarely allowed. And old habits died like vampires, which was to say:hard.

Belatedly, he realized Sasha was talking to him.

“…looked at pretty girls before, but.” He flicked a nipple with his tongue. “I’d never seen anyone as beautiful as you.” He closed his lips around the nipple, and sucked.

No one ever did this to him –forhim. There had been a few times with Dima, in dark rooms, in stolen moments, years and years ago. But nothing since, decades of drought, and even then it had never been Sasha. Sasha’s fingers teasing at him; Sasha’s hot, wet mouth wringing sensation from him.

His hands found Sasha’s hair, and he threaded his fingers through the tangled pale waves of it, clinging to him.

“Do you like it?” Sasha asked against his skin.

Did he mean his mouth? Or the sweet words that fell from it?

Nikita loved both. “Yes, baby. Don’t stop.”

He felt the shape of Sasha’s smile against his chest. Another long suck at his nipple. “You had snowflakes melting in your hair, I remember. Suchthickhair; pretty like a sable pelt. You were terrifying, and I thought you were the most beautiful person I’d ever met, but your eyes were so sad.” He shifted to the other side of Nik’s chest, and repeated his ministrations. “I hate it when you’re sad.”

“Not – not sad – now.”

Sasha raised up on his arms to they were face-to-face, his cheeks flushed, his mouth pink and damp. “You are still the most beautiful, and you deserve to be loved, my darling Nikki.”

He couldn’t help a smile. “Nikki?”

“Trying something new.” Sasha cocked his head, eager. “Is it working?”

“Everything you do works. But you don’t have to flatter me – I’m already yours.”

“You need flattering, and I want to do it.” Sasha kissed him, heated and sweet.

Nik touched his waist, stroked down his flanks and massaged his ass; ghosted a finger down the crease, just a tease.

Sasha broke the kiss with a whine and rested their foreheads together, hips moving in a helpless roll, grinding their erections together through the barrier of Nik’s jeans. “Oh. Nik…”

“I know.”

Nikita grabbed the lube off the nightstand while Sasha stripped off his jeans. Then they came back together, nothing but bare skin on bare skin, and Nikita didn’t feel vulnerable anymore; just hot, and ready, needy.

“Come here, baby.” He pressed the lube into Sasha’s hand, and opened his legs in invitation.

Sasha was hesitant at first, slow and careful, sweet and shy. “Is this alright? It doesn’t hurt?”

“No, it’s good.” A pleasant burn. It had been a long time, but his body remembered, cock flushed and leaking on his belly. It was an effort not to palm himself, to lie still and not push down on Sasha’s fingers. “You remember that spot I showed you? When I did this to you?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you–” And then Sasha found it, and Nik’s head fell back, spine lifting off the mattress. “God.”

Sasha chuckled, throaty and pleased with himself.

When Sasha finally slicked himself, and moved into position, there was too much lube, his hand slippery where it gripped Nikita’s thigh. He hesitated, biting his lip – but then he was pushing, in, in, in, and through the incredible pressure of being filled, Nik got to watch Sasha’s mouth fall open; got to hear the low “hah” of the breath leaving his lungs, like he’d been punched. Sasha’s gaze was fixed on their joining, and when he finally bottomed out, his eyes fluttered closed, head tipping back, weak with the overwhelming pleasure of it.

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