Page 61 of Soulmates

“Touch me, please please please.”

“Wait,” Jake ground out.

“No, please.”

Jake panted. “Turn around, Maddy. Need to see your face.”

That he could get down with. Jake pulled out, and the sudden emptiness wrenched a wounded sound out of Maddox before he could call it back.

“Come here,” Jake said, his face softening even further, probably at Maddox’s distress. Maddox rolled onto his back, and Jake shoved the pillow under him and lay on top of him to kiss him sweetly on the mouth. “I want to watch your face when I make you come.”

“Oh my Gods.”

“So you’ve said.”

He shoved Jake playfully on the shoulder. “Get to it, then.”

Jake smiled as he sat up and pushed Maddox’s legs open, positioning Maddox’s knees over Jake’s elbows.

Jake went right at his prostate again and again until Maddox was ready to scream. Jake’s rhythm finally stuttered a bit, and he let go of one of Maddox’s legs to stroke Maddox’s cock, slicked with Maddox’s own precome.

Jake gave half a dozen firm strokes to his cock while slamming his body into Maddox. The telltale zing raced up his spine, and Maddox didn’t even get out a warning before gasping loudly as arcs of come landed all over his chest and dripped down Jake’s hand. Maddox’s head dropped back as he rode out the aftershocks. As Maddox came down, Jake’s rhythm began to falter. The heat of Jake coming inside him had his cock trying rally. Jake moaned his name like a prayer over and over until it felt sacrosanct in the room, as if the space was filling with light.

Maddox blinked and looked around blearily. The room really had filled with light. Their skin was glowing. “What the fuck?”

“Hmm?” Jake said, eyes closed.

“We’re glowing.”

“That’s sweet,” Jake said absently.

“No, babe. Glowing. Look.”

Jake did. He raised his eyebrows nearly into his hairline, but said nothing as he looked around and then fixed his gaze on Maddox. “Can we pretend I said something really romantic about how you always glow like the brightest star?”

“Absolutely.”

“Awesome.” Jake laid his head down next to Maddox’s, still inside him. Heat radiated off Jake, and something—come—dripped from Maddox as Jake’s cock softened. It should have been gross. He’d never been a fan of being…squishy might be the right word. But this—Jake—this was exactly where he wanted to be. So he wrapped his arms around his glowing boyfriend and kissed the side of his head. Wholly sated, he closed his eyes to rest.

Warm. Rough. Damp? Maddox blinked his eyes open, still fuzzy-headed and blissed-out, to find Jake gently cleaning him off, running a washcloth over his chest and stomach. Then lower. Which made Maddox’s breath catch, his skin heating with arousal and embarrassment.

Jake’s hair hung softly around his face, not quite dry from their shower earlier. When Maddox reached for him, Jake chuckled and tossed the towel to the floor before stretching out alongside Maddox.

“I didn’t want you to wake up all itchy.”

“Gentleman.”

“You know it.”

“I don’t really, but I will now.”

“I love knowing you this way. Are you sore?”

Maddox wiggled around a bit to see. “A little. Not bad.”

“That’s good.” Jake kissed him again. Neither of them seemed able to get enough kissing.

He pulled back and looked at Maddox. “We’re not glowing anymore. Except your eyes.”

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