Luke woke up to Freddie’s kiss. Still hazy from sleep, he kissed back without realizing what he was doing, suspended between the erotic dreams he’d been having about his lover and the reality of the situation at hand. It was only when Freddie deepened the kiss and took it from sweet to sultry that Luke really snapped to and understood what was going on.

He’d fallen asleep last night in bed with Freddie, and Freddie had woken up horny.

Luke licked his way into Freddie’s mouth and took the kiss up another peg. He definitely didn’t mind.

Through their early morning sleep-fog, they struggled with finding each other’s bodies beneath the sheets. Luke’s hand found Freddie’s hip, and he traced along his bare skin as Freddie returned his hungry kiss. When Freddie’s hand found his stomach, its course was less than innocent — it trailed down until his fingertips brushed Luke’s pubic hair, then dipped lower so that his hand gripped Luke’s shaft. Luke had morning wood, and he gasped into Freddie’s mouth as Freddie gently squeezed, then started to stroke.

Freddie was sober now, and it looked like he was right — he’d been sincere last night, and this morning, he was doing everything in his power to make up with Luke, and Luke definitely wasn’t going to stop him.

Freddie’s hand stroked to a steady rhythm that Luke began to meet with lazy thrusts. Luke drew Freddie a little closer to him, and soon enough, Freddie’s cock had joined his. Freddie stroked both at once, introducing the soft skin of their shafts and letting them rub one against the other. The feeling of Freddie’s heat against him was an aphrodisiac, and Luke found himself bucking into Freddie’s full hand harder than he had been before. He loved to feel himself glide against Freddie’s shaft, and every time their heads bumped, a thrill ran down Luke’s spine.

This is how every morning should start. Him and me, touching, wanting more, desperate for each other...

Luke moaned, the sound small even in the silence of the room. He rocked his hips into Freddie’s hand, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before Freddie’s hand wasn’t enough. Feeling him so close was bliss, and knowing that he was as hard for Luke as Luke was for him? It made Luke’s confidence soar.

“Let’s play,” Freddie whispered through the kiss. “So horny for you...”

“Me too,” Luke whispered back. He rolled them over so that Freddie was beneath him. Freddie’s hand fell away, and Luke scrambled to reach the condoms and lube he always kept on hand, just in case. Now that Freddie was in his life, ‘just in case’ felt more important than ever.

They fumbled with each other’s bodies, struggling to coordinate their efforts to get what they both wanted. Freddie took the condom from Luke’s fingers and tore the packaging open, then slid it down Luke’s cock. Luke bucked into his hand, driven wild with need. He’d never fucked Freddie before, but he already knew he was going to love it. The fact that Freddie had been the one to prep his cock and make the decision made the anticipation even greater. Luke was as hard as hell thinking that Freddie wanted him like that.

While Freddie dealt with the condom, Luke poured the lube onto his fingers and prepared Freddie’s tight hole. He’d put Freddie to bed in his boxers last night, but some point during the night, he must have kicked them off. Luke didn’t mind. No clothing meant no interruptions. The less time he needed to strip Freddie out of his clothes, the better.

He pushed a finger inside, making Freddie gasp. Freddie wiggled his hips, then arched his back. Luke pushed farther into him, spreading the lube as best he could. He wanted to make sure Freddie was wet for this. He wanted him to enjoy it every bit as much as Luke was going to.

For a while, he fucked Freddie with his fingers. In and out. In and out. Freddie’s body was tight, and he was tense. Luke wanted to savor that tightness, but he knew better than to rush things. He imagined, since Freddie had a daughter, that he hadn’t always been with men. If that was the case, Luke wanted to take it slow. He’d rather spend hours engaged in foreplay than rush things and hurt his lover.

At least, if Freddie didn’t make him come first. The way he was moaning as Luke worked his fingers in and out, and the way his body hugged his digits, made Luke’s balls tighten in dangerous ways. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to shoot his load before they even got started.

“Do you know how tight you’re gonna feel when my cock’s inside you?” Luke asked in a heated whisper. He poured a little more lube and worked it in with his fingers. “You know how good our bodies are going to feel together? You’re going to stretch for me, Freddie. You’re going to be so full of my cock.”

Freddie gasped. His arms tightened around Luke’s neck, and he pushed down against his fingers with urgency. The delirious need between them was turning Luke on. He needed to take Freddie, and he needed to take him now.

“Are you ready for me?” Luke asked after a searing kiss. “Do you want to know what it feels like to be on my cock?”

Freddie made a choked, affirmative noise that Luke couldn’t resist. He kissed Freddie again, then positioned himself between Freddie’s legs, removed his fingers gradually, and rubbed the tip of his sheathed cock against Freddie’s entrance. Freddie’s sweet hole tried to resist, but between Luke pushing against it, and Freddie forcing it down upon his cock, it was defeated. Luke’s tip disappeared inside of him, and he sank all the way down until their bodies were flush and Freddie was panting beneath him.

He was so tight, Luke could feel every pulse as he struggled to relax only to tighten again.

Oh fuck, he feels good. I’m not going to last long at this rate. How am I going to keep this going long enough to make him come?

Luke pulled out, then pushed in again. Freddie was every bit as good the second time as he was the first, and the curled moan of delight from Freddie’s lips was all the encouragement Luke needed to do it all over again. They picked up a steady rhythm, moving slowly, but with purpose. Luke liked to think that Freddie was getting to know every inch of his cock, and it made him as hot as fuck to think that he was exploring Freddie’s body with equal attentiveness.

The pace was agonizingly slow, but it was what was right for them. Luke filled Freddie completely, owning him in every way he could. It had been a while since he was with a man, so he went slowly and focused on Freddie’s pleasure. With how tight he was, Luke figured it had been a while since Freddie had been with anyone, too.

“Luke,” Freddie choked out as Luke rubbed against his prostate. “I’m going to come. You’re going to make me come.”

“Then come,” Luke demanded, his voice a low purr that startled even him. He’d never heard himself so overcome with want. The chemistry between them was so thick that it was changing him from the inside out. “I want to see you shoot. I want to feel your body tighten further. I want you to buck on my cock when you find the end, and I want my name to be the only one on your lips.”

Freddie made a breathless sound, then sucked in air between his teeth and arched his hips. The altered angle gave Luke even better penetration, and he started to move more quickly as Freddie’s body tightened with his upcoming orgasm.

“Luke,” Freddie gasped. He clung to Luke’s neck as Luke pumped his hips. “Y-Yes, oh god, yes! Luke!”

“Come for me,” Luke demanded. He nipped at Freddie’s neck, and Freddie gasped and wiggled his hips. “Won’t you be good and come for me, Daddy? I want to see you give in to me completely.”

The sound Freddie made was primal and sexy, and it made Luke lose control. He shuddered, and his balls drew up as his own orgasm arrived. He shot into the condom, bucking into Freddie’s body with abandon as Freddie tightened around him and came, too. His string of moans was Luke’s reward for a job well done.

“Luke,” Freddie gasped when he had the stamina to speak. “Oh, f-fuck...”

“That was pretty hot,” Luke admitted as he sank down onto Freddie’s chest. Their bodies remained joined — Luke didn’t want to pull out just yet. He still had a few minutes before he’d go completely flaccid, and he spent the time lazily thrusting into Freddie’s body to milk as much pleasure as he could from the experience. “You were so tight. You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“I have a child, Luke,” Freddie said sarcastically.

“No, I mean, it’s not your first time having anal, is it?” Luke’s hands found Freddie’s hair. He wove his fingers through the soft strands affectionately. “I was worried. I tried to be careful, but you felt so damned good.”

“It’s not my first time,” Freddie said. “It’s been years... seven or more, I think. I was out of practice, but... you did fine. It was good for me all the way through.”

Luke smiled and closed his eyes. “Good.”

He thrust one more time inside Freddie, then withdrew and disposed of the condom. Freddie lay on the bed, spent. When Luke was done cleaning up, he came back to bed to snuggle up beside him.

“So...” he said softly. “I’m guessing that you’re sober now, and that you woke up without much of a hangover. Is that fair to say?”

“Yes.”

“Do you remember anything about last night, or was it a surprise when you woke up in bed beside me this morning? I’m guessing that since you reciprocated my affection, that you must remember something.”

“I remember how much of an idiot I was,” Freddie said with a small laugh. “I remember going to that party and drinking too much... meeting people I couldn’t pick out from a lineup. I think it was a famous YouTuber’s birthday party. I remember calling you, and you appearing from out of nowhere to take me home... and I remember apologizing to you, for what I said and did. But that’s about all.”

That was a small blessing. If Freddie remembered how desperate he’d been, he’d probably be embarrassed. Luke kissed his cheek.

“I’m pretty sure that I remember going to bed last night and falling asleep without interruption,” Freddie said. “You were there next to me, and I was happy, but you didn’t try to take advantage of me at all. You didn’t touch me, even though I was almost naked and probably asking for it. That’s right, isn’t it?”

“That’s right,” Luke said. He pressed another kiss to Freddie’s cheek, high on love for him. “I would never take advantage of you. You were drunk and you didn’t know what you were saying, or what you were consenting to. I wouldn’t do that to you. I wanted to wait until you were sober.”

“Like this morning,” Freddie said.

“Like this morning,” Luke agreed. “And hopefully, like every morning after this one, too... if not now, then at least, eventually.”

“And that’s a conversation I think we should have over breakfast,” Freddie said. “Do you have any groceries in the house? I don’t mind cooking.”

Luke chuckled. “I’ve got some bacon and eggs. Nothing fancy.”

“Good enough for me.” Freddie slipped out from his hold and got out of bed. He started to dress. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen, okay?”

“Sounds good.”

Luke laid in bed and watched him just a little longer. Freddie looked so good naked and in the morning light. If only every morning could start off so well.

Luke stretched and picked himself up out of bed, but by the time he did, Freddie was dressed and on his way out of the room. Luke watched until he left the room and closed the bedroom door behind him.

I’m going to marry that man one day.

The thought came out of nowhere, but Luke didn’t dismiss it. It had come from his head and his heart, and it was rare that those two parts of himself were in alignment.

He got dressed and followed Freddie into the kitchen. The morning was already off to a good start, and he hoped their talk would only make it better.