Page 33 of Danger Close
Ricky didn’t rush.Didn’t treat this like a victory or a performance.He slowed everything down, like he understood without being told that Ezra needed the space to breathe.
His mouth moved in soft trails across Ezra’s skin—down his chest, over his ribs, pausing at the scar beneath his sternum like it mattered.Ezra’s breath hitched, a shiver coiling down his spine as Ricky settled between his legs.
And then—
Gentle fingers.Slick circles.A quiet murmur of, “You’re doing perfect.”
Ezra exhaled, slow and shaky, the stretch making his thighs tremble.It wasn’t pain—it was surrender.Trust, layered into sensation.Ricky worked him open with reverence, like every touch was a question Ezra had the power to answer.
He moaned low, head tipped back, one hand gripping the sheets, the other anchored on Ricky’s wrist where he braced himself on the mattress.
When Ricky finally stilled, gaze searching his face, Ezra could barely think.
“You ready?”Ricky asked, voice rough with restraint.
Ezra nodded, heart thundering.“Take me.”
Ricky moved over him, bracing with one hand beside his head.Their eyes locked—just for a second—and then Ricky pushed in, slow and deep.
Ezra gasped, the world narrowing to heat and stretch and the burn of being filled.His hands clutched at Ricky’s shoulders, hips canting up to meet him.
“Fuck...”he breathed.“You feel—Jesus—”
“So good,” Ricky groaned above him.“You feel perfect.”
They moved together, the rhythm slow at first.Ricky rolled his hips in deliberate, deep thrusts, the drag and slide of it lighting up every nerve ending Ezra didn’t know he’d been guarding.Ezra wrapped his legs around Ricky’s waist, urging him closer, deeper, faster.
The world blurred.The sweat on their skin.The way Ricky’s breath hit his throat.The way Ezra clung to him like he might come apart without the weight of Ricky holding him down.
Then Ricky’s rhythm began to stutter—hips growing erratic, breath breaking against Ezra’s jaw.Ezra felt the change, the way Ricky’s body trembled with restraint, the way he was getting lost in the edge.
And then Ricky’s hand slid between them, wrapped around Ezra’s cock, and everything inside Ezra fractured.
“Let go, baby,” Ricky whispered, voice breaking.“Come with me.”
Ezra cried out, head thrown back as he shattered, body clenching tight around Ricky as he came, pleasure tearing through him like fire through dry grass.
Ricky thrust once—twice—then gasped, coming inside him, pulsing deep as their bodies locked together, skin to skin, bone to bone.
They stayed that way, tangled and breathless, hearts still trying to catch up to what they’d just done.What they’d become to each other.Ezra knew without a doubt that things had changed between them forever, and he was all for it.
