Page 92 of Silas's Sweetheart

Ziggy made a show of slowly licking his lips, coming up on the toe of his boots to get close enough he scented beer on Silas’s breath. “He has some… dance moves. What about you cowboy?”His eyelids lowered, and he gave Silas a coy look. “Got any moves I might like?”

He squealed as Silas tugged back, forcing him to let go, then his shoulder was in Ziggy’s midriff and he got tossed into a fireman’s lift. A hand smacked his ass.

“I’ll show you my moves.”

The threat and smack to his ass got all the blood that was going to his head fighting to move back to his other head, which twitched at what exactly Silas had in mind.

He bounced on the small bed and would have fallen off the other side if Silas hadn’t followed him down, attacking his mouth in a furious clash of lips, tongue and teeth. It was all about proving a claim, Ziggy could taste it. He clung on for the ride, not fighting for the control he normally sought. Here, with Silas in this moment, he didn’t need it. Didn’t want it.

There, in the darkness, he heard the rip of material as frantic hands tore at his clothes. He had no regrets. Desperation came from them both as they rolled and fell hard on the wooden floor but didn’t stop. The madness consumed them and left Ziggy breathless and weak-limbed, with an ass that ached in a way he’d be feeling for days at how Silas made his claim known.

Before he knew it, he’d come without Silas so much as touching his cock.

Pinned to the floor by the big cowboy, who was still wearing his jeans by the feel of the lumpy material digging into Ziggy’s left thigh, which he’d wrapped around Silas’s hip, Ziggy panted into the darkness.

“Maybe I need to go out dancin’ without you more often,” he wheezed, grinning to himself.

“You ain’t going anywhere without me.”

Ziggy heard that tone of voice often coming out of himself when he wanted Silas to beg. Although his cock was spent, itdidn’t stop the spark of lust that came at hearing it now coming from Silas. “Don’t think that’s possible, sweetheart.”

Silas moved and his cock slipped out of him, cum and slick dripping out of his ass. Ziggy groaned in complaint at the loss of body heat when it struck how cold it was, lying naked on the hard wooden floor. His back was none too happy at the hard surface.

The light came on and he grunted, eyes watering at the brightness. He heaved himself up into a sitting position, taking stock of the room before the giggles started. One bed had gotten jammed against the door by the other one, making them a T shape, which was blocking the door to the closet. The remains of Ziggy’s clothes were scattered about the floor, and he was sure his thong was hanging out of a pocket of Silas’s bunched up jeans that hung around his thighs.

“We destroyed the place,” he said through his giggles.

Silas scratched his ear, his glasses lopsided and, as if only noticing then, he scowled and straightened them, making Ziggy laugh all the harder.

“It’s not funny,” Silas muttered, lips twitching.

“Then why are you working to hold on to your amusement? You were an animal, sweetheart.”

“Shut up,” Silas chuckled, reaching to haul Ziggy up, kissing him softly before letting go and tugging on his jeans and boxers. He huffed, muttering, “I want us to move in together.”

Ziggy, who had taken two steps towards the bed and the bathroom it was blocking, stopped. He swung around, mouth hanging open, staring at the man who was fighting with his clothes.

“What?” he croaked out, his heart lodged somewhere towards the back of his throat. Had he heard right? In all his wildest dreams, he hadn’t considered that Silas would be ready for that kind of commitment.

“You heard me,” Silas grumbled, continuing to fight with the clothes trapped around his booted feet. His attention remained down by his feet, where Ziggy’s thong fell to the floor.

“You want us…” Ziggy held on to his desire to jump up and down and do a jig. “Like… live in the same house… together?”

Yes, oh yes. He’ll let me bite him.

Don’t slither off yet!

Silas glanced up, his cheeks bright pink. “Yes,” he snapped, hard enough his teeth clacked. “What’s so hard to understand? You and I, we love each other, we’ve been”—his finger circled the air—“doing this for months, and yes there was a little hiccup in the middle and alright it was sex—great sex, but it was always more than that. We talked about that so why wouldn’t I want to be with you all the time now we’ve talked it through?”

Ziggy didn’t dare say that Silas had really shouted it through rather than talked, but he was too busy grinning widely at having watched Silas gain a full head of steam and struggle in his temper to get his boots off.

“Okay.” It was simple, Ziggy wanted Silas. He always had, just never thought it was possible.

“Okay? What does that mean?” Silas growled, giving up on his boot to stare at Ziggy.

Removing the distance between them, Ziggy was aware that he had cum and slick streaking down his legs, that the room was a mess, and that this was probably not how anyone should do what he was about to, but fuck it. Silas was just too damn adorable when he was so uncomfortable and grumpy in love. Ziggy wanted him with his whole being.

He cupped Silas’s cheeks and, taking a deep breath to steady himself, looked into stormy blue eyes that had stolen his heart long ago. Without overthinking it, he followed his heart and his instincts that said Silas was his.

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