Page 156 of Slew Foot
But in the end, it wasn’t Rafe’s body or even his willingness to let Mickey tell him what to do that made Mickey love him. It was his kind heart, his sense of humor, his thoughtfulness.
It was the way he gave his whole self over to loving someone.
“I changed my mind,” he whispered, sliding his fingers free from Rafe’s body, then stretching out over him.
A flicker of worry crossed Rafe’s face and Mickey soothed it away with soft kisses to his face. “Not about you.Neverabout you.”
He’d had a fantasy about what it would look like, be like, the first time he fucked Rafe. But right now, this wasn’t about fantasiesor control. It wasn’t about restraint. It was about being close to Rafe, about showing him how much he loved him.
He sat back long enough to slick his cock, then press one of Rafe’s thighs back and up. “Is this okay?” he asked, his cock poised at Rafe’s entrance.
“Please.”
Mickey pressed forward.
Despite the time he’d taken opening Rafe up, he was so tight, the inner walls gripping Mickey’s cock until he was almost lightheaded with it. It wasn’t the vertigo. It was the feel of Rafe. The heat of his body and the way he looked up at Mickey so trustingly.
“You were made for this, weren’t you?” Mickey asked as he began to rock his hips, pushing in a little before withdrawing part of the way, then pushing in again. A slow, steady movement that allowed him to work deeper and deeper into Rafe.
“Yesss…” Rafe’s lashes fluttered shut and Mickey’s heart squeezed at the sight of him. At how perfectly trusting he was. At how thoroughly he gave himself over to Mickey.
Mickey leaned in, bracing his free hand on the bed beside Rafe’s ribs and sped up a little. He could hear every soft, punched-out breath Rafe released, every tiny whimper in the back of his throat.
And then Rafe was clenching around him, gasping out a desperate, “close, close,” in his ear.
Mickey froze, not moving a muscle as Rafe trembled beneath him, clearly fighting for control. His face was a little ruddy by the time he stilled, panting lightly.
Tension rippled through Rafe’s body, and he let out a little gasp. “Fuck it’s so much.”
Mickey understood because he felt it too. He too was overwhelmed by the connection between them, at how it felt to be inside Rafe. He wanted this now and in the future.
Forever, if he was lucky.
And Mickey’s eyes pricked because he felt overwhelmed, stunned by the depth of his feelings for Rafe.
“It’s okay,” he assured Rafe. “It’s okay. Whenever you’re ready.”
Mickey began to move again, the slow, deep thrusts turning quick and shallow.
It wasn’t long before Rafe came apart, crying out Mickey’s name, body trembling. A few minutes later, Mickey was coming apart too, overwhelmed, free-falling into pleasure.
After, he uncuffed Rafe’s hands and rolled to the side, bringing Rafe with him. Their bodies were still joined and Mickey pressed a kiss to Rafe’s pec, right over the steady thrum of his heart.
It was a silent promise, avow, really, to take care with Rafe. To never, ever take that love for granted.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
“How do you feel?” Rafe asked the next morning as Mickey got out of bed.
He paused, his eyes narrowing. For a second, Rafe thought maybe he was having a bad hearing day and was trying to read his lips but then he let out a small laugh.
“I feel … good?” he said.
He sounded so surprised Rafe almost laughed but then he thought about how long it had probably been since Mickey actually felt good and got all emotional about it.
“Yeah?” Rafe asked, his throat a little thick.
“Yeah,” Mickey said slowly. “I slept well and I—I don’t feel dizzy at all.”
