Which was silly, since there were far more important things to be nervous about. Theo returned with a small bottle of lube and an accordion strip of foil-wrapped condoms.

He said in a rush, “I packed these because I was being optimistic. Not because I’m having sex with anyone else. I’m not. I only want to have sex with you. If you still want to?”

“Yes.” The care he took with all of this—with me—made my insides go soft. I’d once thought him so careless, but I hadn’t known him at all.

“What?” His forehead creased as he unscrewed the bottle.

I pulled him down for a kiss, not able to find the right words. He sighed and moaned into my mouth, and I didn’t know how I’d resisted kissing him for so long.

He knelt between my legs, leaning down to nuzzle my balls. “If I didn’t want your cock so bad—” He lifted his head. “So badly, I should say, I’d eat your ass until you begged for mercy.”

The thought of his tongue there was both intimidating and thrilling, and I groaned.

Naturally, he grinned. “Yeah, I bet you’ll like that. You like it when I suck you, right? I’ll lick you open and make you come so hard. Maybe later, hmm? We should go down to the hot tub first and recoup our strength. Do you like that word? ‘Recoup’? Oh! How are your ribs?”

All flirting vanished as he tenderly slipped his right hand under my ribs. I said, “They don’t hurt anymore.”

“Yeah? Are you sure?”

“Positive.” The strain had healed, and I ignored the odd, lingering twinge. “What about you? That was a hard fall earlier.”

“I’m good!” With a grin, Theo squirted his fingers with lube and reached back to open himself. On his knees, he wriggled and moaned, mouth opening and head falling back. He was too beautiful not to touch, and I caressed his chest, teasing the scattered hair.

In the partial light from the kitchen, Theo’s nipples looked dark and irresistible. I circled and pinched them, which Theo seemed to love.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped. “Harder. I like that.” He strained, his hand working behind him. “That’ll do.” He ripped open a condom and rolled it down my cock. “Can I ride you at first?”

I’d barely had a chance to say yes when he clambered over me and sank down. The tight, hot sheath of his body was incredible. I gripped his hairy thighs, trying not to come immediately.

“Shit, Henry. You feel so good. Do I feel good?” He bared his throat as he tipped back his head.

I nodded, but his eyes were closed, so I rasped, “Yes.”

His leaking cock bobbed, and I stroked it, but he grabbed my wrist. “Baby, stop, or I’ll come all over you in a second. Not that I don’t want to, but I want you to fuck me first.”

“That’s what I’m doing.” I was buried all the way inside him, and I thrust up, squeezing my glutes. The tight pressure was incredible.