Page 75 of Love Bleeds
"I've seen you naked before," Luke claimed, but he did blush a little, even as he said that.
"Then I guess you know what you're getting." Crimson sat up to take his shirt off, then his pants. If this was what Luke wanted, this was what he would get. "I hope you like what you see."
Luke's eyes roamed his body. In spite of his claims that he'd seen it all before, he seemed to be fascinated by the sight. His gaze lingered on Crimson's crotch, where the outline of his erection was visible through the fabric of his boxer shorts. Luke licked his lips. "Your, um..." He stopped, then tried again, his eyes darting away to look at the sheets instead. "Your underwear too."
"Sure."
"I mean, it's only fair."
Crimson had to try not to laugh again, at how embarrassed Luke sounded. "No, you're right, it's fair." Slowly, he took his underwear off and tossed it aside. "You can look, you know," he said then, because Luke was still staring at the sheets.
Luke raised his gaze, but only high enough to study Crimson's equipment.
"Again," Crimson said. "I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with. I get that this is new to you and you might not actually be all that into... well..." Crimson gestured down at his dick. He was almost painfully hard now, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to Luke, if Luke would only let him.
To his surprise, though, Luke shook off his embarrassment like yesterday's news. "How often do I have to tell you that I want you?" he asked. "That I love you?"
Crimson swallowed. How was he even supposed to respond to those words when Luke was looking at him like that, like he'd never been more serious about anything?
There was nothing he could say, so he didn't attempt speech.
Instead, he pulled Luke into another kiss, their naked bodies colliding in a way that was more than perfect.
How many years had he longed to feel Luke's skin against his this way? Too many years. Even if he didn't remember each individual day, their combined weight slammed into him now, manifesting in a rush of desire so intense it was hard to breathe. He closed his arms around Luke's back, crushing him against himself, plunging his tongue deep inside his mouth.
Luke made a noise in the back of his throat. Not a moan, because he didn't have the air for it, but it came close. It was the kind of noise that asked for more.
Crimson didn't hesitate giving it to him.
He'd been keeping himself in check for so long, it would have been hard to do anything else.
He pressed Luke back into the mattress, his own body on top of the other man’s, their groins lining up almost perfectly. He grabbed Luke's hands in his, squeezing tight. Luke smelled so good. Not just his blood. All of him. Crimson inhaled deeply, breathing him in.
This was it. Everything he'd ever wanted.
Almost.
Luke's erection burned hot against Crimson's thigh, urging him into action and making his own cock twitch with desire.
Crimson glanced at the flask of lube on the bedside table, then discarded that idea. A bit of friction wouldn't hurt right now.
"What are you thinking?" Luke asked, his eyes dark with something. Was that lust? It was such an alluring look on him. Crimson found himself staring, and then he found himself wanting to devour Luke, every inch of him.
God, he'd been wanting that for ages.
"I was just thinking about how to make you feel good."
"Yeah?"
"Yes." Crimson leaned down to kiss Luke again, and then, at the same time, he moved his hips, grinding their groins together. Luke arched up into him, his hands tightening their grip on Crimson's. Crimson wasn't sure what he liked more. Feeling Luke's hardness against his own, or the way Luke reacted to the thrust of his hips.
It only took a moment for Luke to start moving too, rubbing himself against Crimson, chasing his pleasure.
Luke was adorable when he was flustered, but he was absolutelybeautifulwhen he forgot about all that and let himself go.
Crimson almost wished he had the presence of mind to admire his blissed-out expression for longer, to slow his own motions in order to drag out the moment, but he couldn't. Every ounce of self-discipline he had was focused on not biting Luke. He had none left to reign in his carnal desires at the same time.
Not when he'd been dreaming of being with Luke like this for so long.
