Page 41 of Rarely Pure and Never Simple
Maybe the answer was that simple. They could turn to each other for human warmth, for comfort, for relief, because they shared a lack of malice toward each other. More than that, they'd come to trust each other. Sure was a hell of a lot more trust than he'd had with some previous "serious" relationships.
Damien nuzzled at his throat. Even aching and tired, his body responded, little licks of flame running along his nerve endings. He put a hand to the side of Damien's head and guided his face up for a gentle touch of lips. Damien shocked him, seizing him by the ears and mashing their lips together. Blaze managed a quick, indrawn breath before the desperate starvation of that kiss devoured him.
A low animal moan reached through the fog. He realized with a little shock that the pitiful sound came from him and that Damien had pressed up against him so hard his chest hurt.
"Hey, easy," Blaze whispered against Damien's jaw. "No need to break each other."
"Sorry."
"Go ahead. Keep apologizing. Apologize to me while we're going at it. See how well that goes over."
"Sor— crud. Blaze…"
"That's better."
Damien yanked at Blaze's shirt, tugging insistently until Blaze raised his arms. The shirt sailed across the cave to land in a sloppy heap Damien certainly wouldn't have allowed at any other time. Neatness twitches and all other thoughts besides how uncomfortable his bent erection was getting in his jeans vanished from Blaze's mind when Damien latched onto one of his nipples, working it alternately with hard suction, tongue, and teeth.
The aggression was surprising, breathtaking, stunning. Blaze was just as happy taking a follow-my-lead role, but because of his size and his angry persona, his bed partners usually assumed he'd play aggressor. While Damien was lavishing attention on his chest, Blaze did manage, with fumbling fingers, to get Damien's shirt unbuttoned and dragged free of his pants. The scattering of pecan chest hair was sexy as hell. The ever-darkening treasure trail leading down into his waistband was even sexier.
Damien was working his magic mouth lower, licking his way down to Blaze's fly.
"You're killing me."
"Mmm."
"Can we… oh, God—" Blaze jerked as Damien's tongue invaded his navel, always guaranteed to make him nuts. "Damien!"
Dark eyes peered up at him, Damien's tongue still out, licking at his skin.
"Strip the rest of the way for me? Don't know if my fingers are gonna work right now."
With one of those strangled laugh sounds, Damien backed off and stood to peel out of his pants. He didn't tease, just went about revealing his sleek, muscled body in a businesslike way, though Blazed was pleased to see his cock meant business as well, fully recovered from the cold-water shrinkage of their shower and standing at strict attention.
Though his hands shook, Blaze managed to follow suit more deliberately, devouring Damien's reactions. He unclipped the holster from his belt and set his smaller handgun aside. The belt came next, pulled slowly from its loops. He undid his jeans with one hand, popping the buttons as Damien swallowed hard. Finally, he let his pants fall under their own weight to his ankles, curious to see how Damien would react to today's underwear selection, a pair of ultra-brief black lace boxer briefs.
Damien looked like he was in the first stages of a coronary as he clutched his chest. "Oh, Blaze. That's…"
"Bizarre? Weird? Effeminate?"
"So beautiful."
Blaze cocked his head, considering. He knew Damien well enough to know he couldn't playact and didn't bother to lie. His pupils threatened to swallow his face. His breaths were shallow pants. Yeah. This really turned him on, and for Blaze, that was sexier than any hyper-muscled he-man attribute.
"It's not like you haven't seen them."
"I didn't see themonyou. Turn for me. Please."
Happy to oblige, Blaze did a slow turn, his ego stroked to purring when Damien moaned at the sight of his lace-clad ass. "You want me to keep them on?"
"For now. Yes, please." Damien held out a hand, his voice a husky whisper. "Come lie down with me."
This was strange, Damien in command mode. Polite with his demands, but still, who would've predicted it? For Blaze, though, sex was sex. Top, bottom, a mutual wrestle for dominance, it all pleased him, so long as he understood what his partner wanted.
He wrapped his hand around Damien's, the jolting thrill of that touch heating him from the soles of his feet on up, and allowed himself to be drawn down onto the mattress. It crinkled, probably stuffed with some local vegetative substitute for synthfill, but he really didn't care what the fuck it was. He drew Damien into his arms and kissed him long and slow, twining their legs together, matching Damien's rhythm as he began to rock his hips.
"You want all in? Or is this good?"
"This is wonderful. You feel so perfect."
