Page 7 of Charmed By You
Taking him at his word, knowing that if they played much more he’d lose it before he ever got inside, Henry made quick work of suiting up. He tore open the condom and slid it down his aching cock, careful not to stroke himself or else risk blowing too soon like a fool. It had been a long time and it had never felt like this. He wasn’t missing this chance with this man. He snapped open the lube and coated his hand, rubbing it down the length of himself and then moving on to stroke Elliot’s hole.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Elliot groaned as Henry tested him first with one finger, then with two and when he inserted three, stretching him and making his hips buck against the in and out motion of his touch, he knew Elliot was as close to the edge as he was.
Quickly, he pulled his fingers out and positioned himself. He looped one arm beneath Elliot’s thigh, holding him open. Then he leaned down until their lips were almost touching and those intense dark eyes were all that he could see.
“Say it again.” He whispered softly, “Ask me nicely to give you what you want, Ell.”
The blond whimpered slightly but he didn’t curse or snap, he only wrapped his arms around Henry’s neck and nodded, “Please, please Henry, please fuck me before I…”
Henry kissed him, cutting off the rest of the words that he didn’t need and at the same moment he punched his hips forward, sliding inside. They both groaned. Their gasps mingling as their bodies joined in the most intimate way. A shiver went down his spine and Elliot trembled beneath him. He couldn’t be sure which had happened first or if they were having the same reaction to the feeling of rightness that had hit Henry in the gut when he seated himself into Elliot’s warm, willing body.
Dark eyes pierced him and he was certain that Elliot could see down to his very soul in that moment. There was nothing between them then. No distance that couldn’t be bridged. No armor of sarcasm or suit of superiority. They were just two men that wanted and needed each other right here and right now. Consequences be damned.
“Henry.”
He groaned in response to the blatant need in the other man’s voice as he said his name, and it was that one word, one begging plea that snapped the last cords of his self control and had him burying his head in the other man’s throat and beginning to fuck, “Ell, oh God, Ell you feel so good. So right. Like you were made for me.”
He lost it. His load. His mind. His life as he knew it. He had a feeling after this night nothing was ever going to be the same.
