God, that voice. Fazil set the bag down next to the others and reached for Todd. All thought disappeared when Todd’s lips met his. He expected desperation and rough desire—wanted and needed that.
Instead Todd met him with a languid kiss and gentleness. He brushed his fingers over Fazil’s cheeks and throat. “I don’t want to fuck you tonight.” A whisper of words.
The hardness of Todd’s dick against Fazil’s said otherwise. “No?” He pulled Todd closer, grinding against him. “You sure?”
The sweetest smile. “Absolutely.” Todd cupped the back of Fazil’s head. “I’m going to make love to you tonight. For a very,verylong time.”
He didn’t know whether ice or flames lapped up his body. Didn’t matter, because Todd had his mouth again and his hands were in Todd’s hair. Not sure how it happened, but Todd picked him up and he wrapped legs and arms around Todd’s torso. They moved to the bed. Damn, Todd was strong to carry him like that.
When they bumped into the mattress, Todd set him down, but didn’t let him go. “Might not get much sleep.” He pulled Fazil’s shirt from his jeans and up to expose flesh, then he was on his knees gliding his lips over Fazil’s abs.
Fazil couldn’t breathe. “Don’t—care. Can sleep on—plane.” He didn’t know whether to nudge Todd down to his aching dick and balls or pull him up and kiss him forever. “God, please.”
“You like that?” Todd unbuttoned Fazil’s shirt, kissing and licking his way upward until Fazil was out of breath and nearly levitating off the bed.
Words became impossible. He moaned something he hoped was yes, gripped Todd’s shirt, and tugged because he needed skin against his hands and lips, too.
Todd sat back, straddling Fazil, and pulled off his shirt to expose his expansive chest. Broad and muscular and dusted with hair that ran down under Todd’s belt. A feast for eyes, fingers, and tongue.
“Were you always so beautiful?”
“No.” Todd pressed his denim-covered ass against Fazil’s straining dick and his pulse skyrocketed. Todd finished unbuttoning Fazil’s shirt and pushed it open. “You were, though.”
“Bullshi—” Todd leaned down and found both his nipples, one with his mouth, the other rolled between fingertips. Heat and light ran through his veins.
Todd touched and nipped every part of his torso. He wouldn’t make the flight tomorrow because Todd was going to kill him with pleasure. “Oh, fuck.”
“Later,” Todd whispered against his chest. “When you’re good and ready.”
“I’m ready.”
That laugh had him arching up against Todd. “You’re not even close.”
Yeah, he was. Aching and throbbing. If he got enough purchase, he might be able to find the bliss he sought.
Todd sat up again, and this time he didn’t settle his weight on Fazil. “Let’s get this shirt off you.” They did and Todd laid Fazil back down, their chests sliding together and mouths working in a sweet dance that only pushed Fazil higher. When Todd rocked against Fazil’s cock, he gasped for air. “Please, please fuck me.” He cupped Todd’s ass and thrust up against him. Why were they still wearing pants?
“Getting there,” Todd said.
“So am I.” He wanted Todd inside him when he came. Wanted himnow.
Todd pried one of Fazil’s hands away from his body and stretched his arm up to the headboard. “You know if you do come before I’m done with you, I’ll keep this up until you’re ready to come again.” He repeated with Fazil’s other hand. “Hold the headboard for me.”
Fazil bit his lip and did as told. “Please?”
“You’readorablewhen you beg.” Todd slid his hands down Fazil’s arms, lingering at the pits, touching and tickling until Fazil couldn’t breathe. He twisted and bucked with every touch. God, Toddwastrying to kill him! “Yellow! Todd! Wait!”
Todd stilled.
“Oh God.”
“Forgot how ticklish you were.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of Fazil’s nose. “I’m impressed you didn’t let go.”
He hadn’t. The solidity of the wood under his fingers and in the stretch of his arms was comforting. Calming. “I like this.”
A deep rumble in Todd’s chest. “So do I.” He trailed kisses down Fazil’s torso.
Fine, maybe he was kinky. Or maybe he felt safe with Todd. Even when they were on the outs as teens, sex had always been shelter and bliss andhome.