Page 7 of A Life Imagined
“It’s a first edition,” Rayan marveled.
“It’s yours.”
Rayan closed the book.“I can’t take this.”
“What am I going to use it for, a paperweight?”
“Thank you.”Rayan smiled and leaned in to kiss him.Mathias’s hand found the back of his neck, and Rayan opened his mouth against the press of his lips.He felt his mind go blank as Mathias slipped his other hand beneath his chin and tilted his head back.
When Rayan broke away—a difficult prospect, like extracting himself from a powerful force field—he could only manage a mumbled “Let’s go” before taking hold of Mathias’s arm and pulling him toward the warehouse door.
At the house, Mathias lay back on the bed as he watched Rayan lower his mouth to his cock, evoking a familiar shudder.He liked the way the heat rose to Rayan’s cheeks as the man stroked himself with one hand, aroused by Mathias’s arousal.Rayan moved to the base of Mathias’s cock, grazing his balls with his teeth.He trailed his mouth lower still, and Mathias stiffened.Rayan had tried before, gauging his reaction then backing off.Mathias’s resistance hit against something he couldn’t quite place.Denial?Submission?But the sensation was extraordinary, Mathias’s own inhibition heightening it further.Mathias shifted his legs, allowing him access.
Too quickly, he found himself dangerously close to the edge, Rayan’s hair bunched in his fist, his teeth grinding.It was almost a relief when Rayan came up for air.Mathias was untethered, wound taut, fearful of the depths he would fall if allowed to continue.
“You’re halfway gone,” he teased as Rayan straddled him—though it was as true for himself as it was for Rayan.
Rayan’s cock strained against his stomach, the head already slick.Mathias brushed his fingers against Rayan’s mouth, and the man parted his lips.Rayan took one finger into his mouth and bit down.Mathias felt a pull shoot through him.
“You liked that.”Mathias could still feel the heady linger of Rayan’s tongue.
“Almost as much as you,” Rayan murmured.
Mathias rolled Rayan over and pinned him beneath him.He brought his mouth to the dimpled scar on Rayan’s shoulder then moved to the firm buds of his nipples and down to the taut skin of his stomach, each flick of his tongue eliciting a shiver of desire from the man.
“Thought after last night you’d be all tapped out,” Mathias said.To say he’d enjoyed Rayan’s little display, upon returning home, would be an understatement.They’d gone several rounds after that.
“I’m making up for lost time.”
“You can’t manage without me.”
Something flickered in Rayan’s eyes.He knew Rayan hated how completely Mathias saw his need.
“You’re confident,” Rayan shot back, jerking as Mathias slipped a hand between his thighs.
Mathias stroked the pad of his thumb along Rayan’s taint, and a soft moan slid from the man’s parted lips.“I know you,” Mathias said.
“I love you.”It came out in a whispered burst, and Rayan blinked as if caught off guard.
Mathias envied the way Rayan’s honesty was a force beyond his control.A warmth flooded his chest, tight and prickling.He bent his head and brushed his lips against the curve of Rayan’s mouth.Rayan wrapped his arms around Mathias’s neck and pulled him close.As he kissed him, Mathias marveled at the hold Rayan’s words had on him.He couldn’t remember ever wanting this, yet here he was, at the mercy of their communion.
Mathias ground his cock against Rayan’s erection, and the man inhaled sharply, breaking the kiss only to return a moment later, ravenous.Rayan reached for where Mathias’s thumb still lingered and moved his hand lower.Mathias needed no further encouragement.He pressed Rayan’s knees apart and brought a slick finger to the hot clench of his opening.He felt the flutter of Rayan’s eyelashes against his cheek, and then his finger found its target, and Rayan let out an involuntary groan.Rayan’s breath quickened, short and shallow, as Mathias eased his fingers in and out, stretching him.Rayan arched his back, fighting impatience, wanting more, but Mathias would not be rushed.
“Enough, fuck—” Rayan pulled away and reached for the small clear bottle beside him on the bed.He pushed it into Mathias’s hand.“Stop playing with me.”
Mathias chuckled.“You’re getting mouthy.”
He ran a palmful of lube down the length of Rayan’s shaft then slid an arm beneath his waist and lifted Rayan’s hips to guide the head of his cock between the man’s legs.Rayan’s tongue darted across his lips, and his forehead furrowed as he relinquished each inch.When Mathias was in to the hilt, Rayan hooked his ankles around the back of Mathias’s thighs and held him still.It was clear without words that, after the previous evening’s frantic fucking, he wanted it slow.
Mathias gently rocked his hips, and Rayan pressed his mouth to his ear.“I don’t like it when you’re gone.”
Mathias still wasn’t sure how it had happened—how he, staunchly solitary and adamantly self-reliant, had come to depend so much on this man.He’d once found the very idea of sharing his bed offensive, only to become reliant on Rayan’s nightly presence—the exchange of those final tired murmurings before sleep—and then waking to find himself enveloped in Rayan’s warmth and simply lying there, in no hurry to leave it.He’d reworked the fabric of his life to find Rayan woven into every part.
“I don’t like being gone.”Mathias tilted Rayan’s chin to capture his lips and kissed him as the rock became a thrust—even, tempered, entirely in control.When there was no more resistance, Mathias raised himself onto his knees and drew all the way out before driving forward.
Rayan threw his head to the side, his eyes closing.“Fuck… yes… there…”
Mathias loved when Rayan gave himself over to sensation.He upped the pace, his own desire building, and he felt Rayan’s nails dig into the flesh of his forearms.When he saw the telltale signs—the way the muscles in Rayan’s neck tightened, his teeth biting down hard on his lower lip—Mathias stopped.
