Page 29 of The Finding Series: Vol. 2

“Stop it,” Roman whispered and he felt Roman release his wrist long enough to reach up and sift through his hair and then gently hold him still for another bone melting kiss. “Stop thinking it.”

“Sorry,” he said softly. “It’s just that you’re more experienced, older, stronger…”

“Truth?” Roman said. “Yes, I almost always top because sex was never just about pleasure for me…it was about power and control. For me, bottoming means trusting the person you’re with to take care of you. It means making yourself vulnerable. I’ve never wanted that with anyone else – I never wanted anyone to see that part of me. I want you to see it. Don’t ask me why because I’m too scared to ask myself that same question. Just…just know that I need this and if I’m lucky enough for you to show me the same trust someday, then you’ll know what it feels like to be so deep inside of someone that you don’t know where they end and you begin. Because I know without a shadow of a doubt that that’s what it will feel like when we’re together.”

Hunter was so overwhelmed that he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He slammed his lips down on Roman’s and forced him on his back as he thrust his tongue into Roman’s mouth. Roman’s tongue was there to welcome him and as they played, Hunter reveled in the feel of their cocks sliding against each other. It took everything in him to release Roman’s mouth and rear back to his knees so he could fumble with the condom. He got distracted when he saw Roman rip open the pack of lube and spread some on his fingers and he knew his mouth was hanging wide open as he watched those same slickened fingers disappear between the globes of Roman’s ass. Some unnamed force of courage went through him and he lowered one hand to pull Roman’s hot flesh back just enough to watch two of Roman’s fingers buried deep within his own body. Every twisting and thrusting motion of Roman’s fingers had Hunter’s dick bobbing in anticipation and he felt more moisture well up from the tip when Roman’s digits popped free of his hole.

“I’ve never…I’ve never done this with anyone,” Hunter said lamely as he forced his eyes back to his dick and tried desperately to get the condom on. Big hands settled over his and gently took the small piece of latex from him. Lips coasted over his briefly as the condom was rolled down his length.

“Just do whatever feels good. I guarantee I’m going to like everything you do to me.”

He got another kiss and then Roman asked, “What position do you want me in?”

Fuck, he had no idea. He had no idea about any of this. But one look at Roman’s dark eyes and he realized he did know. “I want to see you,” Hunter whispered.

The look that passed through Roman’s gaze left Hunter reeling but before he could think on it too much, Roman was laying back down and pulling his legs up and opening them wide. His big fingers closed over his own ass cheeks and spread them and Hunter nearly choked on the sight of the small hole that greeted him. Jesus, how would he ever fit into something so small without hurting Roman?

Hunter moved forward on his knees which was awkward since he hadn’t thought to take his jeans all the way off. His fingers shook as he guided his cock to the entrance to Roman’s body and he looked up just to make sure Roman was okay. Roman nodded and then exhaled just as Hunter pressed forward. Logically he knew there would be resistance but a jolt of fear that he would end up hurting Roman if he went too fast had Hunter hanging there, the tip of his cock still mostly visible.

“Hunter…”

Roman’s broken whisper caught his attention and he glanced up to see Roman’s desperate eyes on his – desperate, not pained. Desperate, not scared. Desperate…for him.

Hunter applied enough pressure so that his crown finally pierced Roman’s body and sank inside. The heat and pressure were terrifyingly good so he maintained his forward motion until another couple inches of his cock disappeared. Instinct had him pulling those same inches back out and then sliding back in again. He repeated the move over and over until his balls were flush with Roman’s sensitive skin. Roman had released his grip on his own ass at some point and Hunter saw that he was fisting the sleeping bag. Uncertainty went through him as he tried to read Roman’s face but he couldn’t tell if he was in agony or ecstasy so he gently leaned forward and brushed his lips over Roman’s.

“Okay?” he whispered.

Roman nodded and then swallowed hard. “It feels so good…I didn’t know…” Roman shook his head and then lifted just enough to seal their mouths together. Reluctant to break the connection, Hunter kept kissing Roman as he began moving his hips. He swallowed Roman’s gasp as he pulled almost all the way out and then sank back in to the hilt.

“Fuck!” Roman cried.

Hunter did it again but faster, harder. Roman’s eyes slid shut as Hunter let his body settle into a powerful rhythm and when he twisted his hips every few strokes, he felt Roman’s big hands settle on his ass. Roman made no effort to guide Hunter’s hips with his strong hold – his hands just followed Hunter’s motions and his fingers pressed firmly into Hunter’s hot skin. It was such a turn on knowing that Roman had the power to control their encounter but chose not to that Hunter actually began to lose it and he started ramming into Roman as hard as he could. He muttered a broken apology against Roman’s mouth but couldn’t slow himself down and from the way Roman began moaning as his hips lifted to meet every one of Hunter’s thrusts, Hunter knew Roman wasn’t feeling anything but pleasure.

The pressure and friction proved to be too much. “I’m really close,” Hunter whispered and he had enough sense to reach between their bodies to start jacking Roman off. He had no idea if the pressure he was applying was enough but he had his answer a moment later when Roman screamed his name and began jerking uncontrollably beneath him. The muscles in his ass clamped down on Hunter, triggering his release. Heat shot through his entire body followed by a wave of electricity that fired along every nerve ending. Hunter’s balls drew up tight as he shot his load into the condom and he let out a harsh sob as the climax consumed him. His body kept jerking long after Roman’s body had milked all the seed from his body and he felt tears slipping down his cheeks as Roman’s arms wrapped around him. Firm lips sought his out and he used every last bit of his energy to turn his head enough so that Roman’s mouth could seal over his.

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Roman was on the verge of calling the whole thing off when Hunter finally reached for the hem of his shirt. As good as the hot water felt, seeing how distressed Hunter was about having to expose his body made Roman’s heart ache. It hadn’t taken more than a few languid kisses to convince Hunter to take a walk with him up to the hot springs but he’d seen the wariness seep into Hunter’s gaze as soon as Roman had started peeling off his own clothes.

It took Hunter a couple of stops and starts to finally lift the shirt over his head. Roman already knew there were at least half a dozen scars on Hunter’s chest, because he’d kissed at least that many the night before. So while he wasn’t at all unaffected by the sight of the red welts, he was pretty sure he managed to keep his expression neutral as he lifted his hand up to help Hunter in the water. Hunter quickly stripped off his underwear and then took Roman’s hand. The pool of water wasn’t particularly large or deep, but it was enough to cover Roman up to the middle of his chest once he sat on the natural rock formations that served as a bench of sorts. But since he pulled Hunter down to straddle his lap, more of Hunter’s upper body was exposed. With the early morning air around them as cold as it was, Roman asked, “Too cold?”

Hunter had been strangely quiet since they’d woken up about thirty minutes ago but he hadn’t withdrawn himself from Roman in any other way so Roman hadn’t called him on it. So when Hunter just shook his head and then leaned down to kiss him, Roman guessed that Hunter was still trying to absorb what had happened the night before. And even though it hadn’t been Roman’s first time, it might as well have been because he was just as overwhelmed by all the emotions that being with Hunter had called forth. He’d been honest with Hunter when he’d told him that he didn’t have an answer for why it was so important to him that Hunter see a part of him that no one else ever had. But by the time Hunter had slid into him, Roman already knew the answer. And it only served to scare him even more because it was an emotion that had always taken more from him than it had given. But unlike with his mother and Gray, Roman didn’t just love Hunter – he was completely and utterly in love with him. He’d barely survived losing his mother and he’d pushed Gray away in a desperate attempt to protect himself from further loss. What would he do if Hunter didn’t feel the same way? Hell, what would he do if Hunter did?

“How did you know I was here?” Hunter asked as his fingertips began rubbing back and forth over Roman’s cheek. He liked how Hunter seemed to like touching him in such small ways.

“I didn’t,” Roman admitted. “I was hopeful but since you weren’t here last weekend or the one before-”

“You’ve been coming here for two weeks looking for me?” Hunter interrupted, his shock evident.

“Your phone was fucking disconnected!” Roman bit out, unable to hide his frustration.

Hunter stilled and then his features softened. “Roman, God, I’m sorry,” he whispered as he leaned down to brush a conciliatory kiss over Roman’s lips. “The phone was under my dad’s name so I got rid of it. He must have had it disconnected.”

“Why didn’t you send me your new number?”

Hunter dropped his eyes. “I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me again.”

Hurt lanced through Roman. “Did I do something to make you think that?”

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