Page 112 of After the Siren
‘Yeah,’ Theo said, shifting a little. ‘Yeah, it feels ... it’s good. I’ll tell you if I want to stop.’
Theo did not tell him to stop. He didn’t say anything coherent at all while Jake teased him with his tongue, then pressed it deeper, ate him out until Theo was just gasping, ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck,’ into a pillow and Jake had to pause to tug the pillow away and throw it off the bed. He wasearningthose sounds. He wasn’t sure how long it had been, but he was pretty sure he could do this for hours, sinking into the sensation of Theo’s body opening under his mouth, the way Theo was squirming, trying to find friction against the bed, the way he sounded, strung out and desperate, like he’d beg if Jake threatened to stop.
Jake did stop, eventually, because the situation with his own dick was getting fucking critical. Theo looked back at Jake over his shoulder and that was almost the end right then and there. His hair was falling into his eyes, tangled and sweaty. ‘Fuck, Jake, you gotta ...’ His eyes dark and wild. ‘Please, I need ...’ He stopped.
‘What do you need?’ Jake wanted to hear him say it.
‘More . . . something . . . come on, please.’
‘My tongue again or my fingers?’
‘Fingers, fuck, please,’ Theo said, all hesitation gone, and some primal part of Jake purred with satisfaction. He loved this: getting Theo to the point where he stopped thinking, stoppedworrying, stopped biting back the sounds he wanted to make. Jake reached for the lube on the bedside table and realised his hands were shaking.
Theo tensed a little when he slid the first finger in. Jake remembered his first time, too, the oddness of the feeling, and the vulnerability of it.
‘Yeah, that’s it,’ he said as Theo shifted. ‘It’s gonna feel so good, I promise.’
He took his time. By the time he pressed another finger in alongside the first, Theo was rocking back against him.
‘Good?’ Jake asked. He was pretty sure itwasgood, but Theo wasn’t saying anything, just panting and pushing back against Jake’s hand, sweat sheening his back.
‘Yeah,’ Theo said. ‘Yeah, Jake.’ And then, ‘please,’ like he didn’t quite know what he was asking for but needed it badly. Jake kept it slow, wanted it to be good for Theo,neededit to be good for Theo.
‘If you don’t stop doing that I’m going to come,’ Theo gasped, finally, when Jake had three fingers inside him.
‘Okay, okay.’ Theo made a soft sound of protest when Jake pulled his fingers free. ‘Condom?’
‘Not unless you want to,’ Theo said.
Jake grabbed the base of his dick to get himself under control. It would be atragedyif he came before he was inside Theo. Although the thought of painting Theo’s back and ass was ... not something he was going to think about now.
‘Clean-up can be a bit messy without one,’ he pointed out. Because as much as he wanted to feel Theo’s body around him with nothing in between them, he didn’t want Theo to be uncomfortable. Personally, Jake liked the messiness, but that was not a universal feeling.
‘I don’t mind,’ Theo told him. ‘I want to feel it.’
Jake made an inadvertent noise and reached for the lube again. He slicked himself up, used too much, probably, and then dragged the head of his dick down Theo’s ass. Theo groaned,pushing back, but Jake saw the way his shoulders tensed when Jake’s dick pressed against him.
Jake stilled. ‘Hey, breathe out for me,’ he said.
Theo did, exhaling with a sigh and settling under Jake’s hands.
‘Tell me if it hurts,’ Jake said. He had one hand on his dick, holding himself steady, the other on Theo’s waist, tracing soothing circles on his hipbone with his thumb.
‘I will,’ Theo said.
Jake pushed in slowly and Theo breathed out while he did it. Theo’s body around him was everything: hot and tight and slick.
‘Okay?’ Jake asked, and realised that he sounded a bit insane.
Hefelta bit insane.
‘It’s . . . yes. I just . . . it’s a lot.’
It was. Jake kept still, letting Theo adjust, feeling the sweat popping out on his brow. Theo pushed back against him and it ripped a moan out of the back of Jake’s throat.
Theo looked back over his shoulder. ‘You good?’ he asked. There was a mischievous edge to his smile, and Jake grinned back.
‘I’d be better if I was moving,’ he said. He was trembling a little with the effort of holding himself still.
