Page 49 of Rat Park
Dominic’s lips parted. They just parted, and Flor licked inside. The sudden, wet touch had him making a noise like it was pain he was feeling and not this incredible, electrified pleasure at the simple contact.
Flor pressed closer still, the front of his body against his, all of that covered skin and emanating warmth. It was too much all of a sudden, making Dominic snap out of the daze he had found himself in.
Dominic pulled away, an immediate loss. He didn’t get far, however, Flor reaching up to cup his face. Dominic looked into his dark eyes, wide and framed with those lashes Dominic knew so well.
“Don’t,” Flor said. “Please, don’t.” His voice was so quiet and hands so gentle against his cheeks that Dominic couldn’t help but freeze in place. “Please.”
“Flor,” he said. It was meant as a deterrent but came out strangled and wanting instead. Flor leaned in again, another press of lips.
Dominic gave in, like his weak soul always gave in.
He pulled Flor closer, his hands on narrow hips. Flor made a noise Dominic had never heard before, a cut-off moan at the sudden contact, and all at once Dominic wanted more. It was exactly like the moment before he got high, when he wasn’t thinking about anything, when the consequences didn’t matter because what he was being offered was just too good.
He wrapped his arms around Flor to feel him there, to feel him warm and safe and his for a moment, to feel his body and the breath in his chest. Flor threaded his fingers through his hair, burying himself closer as the kiss deepened even as it stayed slow and reverent because this was Flor, and it couldn’t be anything else.
Dominic pressed him against the kitchen counter, slipping his tongue inside his mouth, and he was rewarded with another small sound, with Flor’s hands tightening in his hair before suddenly turning tender, lowering to trace Dominic’s cheek. Flor widened his legs slightly so Dominic could press even closer, his thigh slipping between Flor’s. Flor moaned, and Dominic ate the sound up, as delicious as his panting, needy breath.
There was no turning back now. Unless Flor put a stop to it, Dominic wouldn’t be able to.
Then, because Dominic should have learnt things could always get worse, Flor broke the kiss to brush his lips against Dominic’s cheek, and said, “I want you to fuck me.”
The ripple of heat that took over Dominic then, the pure, terrified want, had him grasping at Flor tightly, pressing him closer. Flor went easily, rolling his hips, rubbing himself off against Dominic’s thigh. Even as he did this, Flor tilted his head and placed a gentle kiss under Dominic’s ear, as if he knew exactly what this was doing to Dominic and wanted to comfort him even as the heat built.
Dominic kissed him again, cradling the back of his head, Flor’s large, thick curls spilling over his fingers. Flor wound his arms around Dominic’s neck and the kiss was simple, almost sweet if not for Flor’s rolling hips, for the way his words had scorched a brand inside Dominic’s gut.
Flor pulled away, and Dominic thought,No, please, not yet, because as much as he wished this had never started, he didn’t want it to end. But Flor wasn’t going anywhere without him, pulling him along so that Dominic got to see his reddened lips and flushed cheeks, the way his eyes were dark and bright even as his sweeping eyelashes cast long shadows on his freckled cheeks.
Dominic would not have been able to describe how beautiful and terrible it was that he was responsible for that look, for the spit-slick wetness of his mouth and the choppy breaths that came out of it. Dominic just let himself be guided by Flor to his own bedroom. That was right too, because Flor had conquered this land. Everything belonged to him now.
Dominic didn’t know how he would ever take it back.
Flor released him the moment they reached the foot of the bed. With a quick, sudden movement, he took off his sweater, leaving him in the T-shirt underneath. His eyes, once they were revealed again, were almost defiant, as if daring Dominic to stop him, as if he were half expecting it.
Dominic took a step forwards because it couldn’t be like that, not with the unsure look in Flor’s eyes. It would be the first and the last and the only time, and if Dominic was going to accept this bit of Flor, if he was going to be allowed to touch and taste this trembling and beautiful force, he would make sure Flor knew how much Dominic had wanted him, and wanted him, and would want him still.
Dominic took hold of one of Flor’s arms gently, stopping him from removing his T-shirt too. Every movement was a step in a dance. Flor halted, looking at him with those earthquake eyes, and Dominic placed a warm, large hand on his hip. On his skin, under his shirt, his fingers stroking there, pulling him close. Flor went, stepping closer, and Dominic’s other hand slipped up his arm until it was cupping the side of his neck.
Dominic looked at him and saw the sudden vulnerability in this soft pause. He leaned forwards to press a kiss between Flor’s eyebrows, smoothing the furrow there. Dominic felt him sigh, melt. Flor grasped the front of Dominic’s shirt loosely in both hands and leaned forwards like a cat seeking more touch. Dominic kissed the arch of his eyebrow, the corner of his eye, the sharpness of his cheek, and how many times had he thought about those freckles against his lips in the past few months?
Dominic kissed his mouth and Flor opened up, letting the slow slide of their tongues turn them breathless.
When they parted again, Dominic looked at his half-lidded eyes for a moment before moving to take off Flor’s shirt. His hands brushed against his sides, taking the shirt along. Flor raised his arms and Dominic removed it carefully, widening the neck so it didn’t snag.
He let the piece of clothing fall to the ground and looked at Flor for a few seconds, at his goosebump skin and the flicker in his eyes, before pulling him close.
“Flor,” he said, his voice sounding rough and unused. He brushed his hands across Flor’s shoulders, his neck, his back, and wrapped him in his arms, warming him up.
Flor let himself be held, breathing against his neck, before his hands found their way between them. His fingertips brushed against the flat of Dominic’s stomach for a moment, two, before trailing further down to press against the hardness trapped inside his jeans. Dominic twitched, closing his eyes tight, and Flor moved his head to whisper again across the landscape of his cheek,
“I want you, I want you to—”
Dominic kissed the rest of the words away, knowing he would be unable to hear them again and keep his cool. Even their imagined bell toll, however, had the heat ramping up, a sense of urgent want returning.
Flor stripped Dominic of his shirt, his eyes focusing on Dominic’s chest as his fingers explored across the plains and through the dark hair, pausing at an old scar over one of his ribs that Dominic couldn’t even remember getting. Down, then, down, deft fingers undoing Dominic’s jeans, lowering the zipper. The relief was instantaneous as the tight pressure of his jeans loosened, but as his pants were yanked down it was soon replaced with Flor’s fingers against the long, thick line of his cock, which was straining against his boxer briefs.
Dominic moaned, and Flor was suddenly there, in his mouth licking the sound away, and then on his knees saying, “Let me, let me,” as if this whole thing weren’t a sudden strike of madness but something Flor had been hoping for too.
He didn’t even wait to take Dominic’s underwear off before pressing his face between Dominic’s legs. He opened his mouth wide, his wet tongue pressing against Dominic’s length, mouthing at it as if he couldn’t get enough, adding to the wet spot Dominic’s precome had already made.
