His Adam’s apple bobs on a swallow, and he doesn’t say anything for a moment.

“I’m not going to make some big declaration of my feelings tonight like you did. And not because I don’t feel those things, but because I just can’t yet. I need to process everything… because what you gave me was a lot. I think it’s pretty obvious I can’t stay away from you, no matter how hard I try. I want this tonight. I want you and me. But past tonight, I’m going to need time to process it all.”

My throat is suddenly drier than the Sahara Desert as I take in what he’s saying. It’s hard to hear, absolutely, but at the same time, I get it. Everything I laid out for him tonight was a lot to take in and it’s shit he should’ve been told years ago. It would be odd if he didn’t need time to think everything over.

“I understand,” is all I utter before pressing my lips to his again. He tastes like hope and a future worth having, and when he opens for me, and my tongue glides along his, I know without a shadow of doubt, everything will work out.

His strong arms wrap around my neck, urging me closer, and he whimpers into my mouth when I position myself between his open thighs. We’re both hard and throbbing, and with every flick of my hips, we rub against each other. My body vibrates with a primal need to take him. To own him. To mark him as mine.

We keep this up, kissing and rutting into one another for several minutes, before we’re both panting and dying for more connection.

“Do you have lube?” I sit back on my haunches as he nods his head and reaches over into the bedside table. My stomach flutters and my heart palpitates when he tosses the bottle plus a condom onto the bed. Lying back down and watching me, he strokes himself long and slow, a dark, gleaming look dancing in his eyes. His feet are planted flat on the bed, giving me an incredible view of everything, and my mouth waters.

I uncap the lube, pouring a generous amount onto my fingers before bringing them to his hole. He shivers and groans when the cold liquid touches his skin. His nipples are hard little pebbles, and he continues to work his cock over with his hand. As he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, I breach the tight muscle, his hot, velvety channel welcoming me.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight for me.” My voice is full of gravel. Deep, husky, and dripping with my hunger for him.