Sway thought he was going to need a damn IV because he was leaking copious amounts of fluid and Brian hadn’t even gotten on the bed yet. Everything about him seemed surreal, like someone from Sway’s wildest fantasy. He was feeling so many things in that moment that he’d been reduced to a hot, writhing mess on Brian’s bed while he dug around in a big dresser for some stuff. Hurry. Repeated over and over in his head, the little head. His eyes had been on that furry ass. Dark hairs there too, the same as on his chest. Delectable. Sway wanted to part those dark cheeks and lick, taste Brian’s closest, deepest secrets. His eyes went up to the indented planes above his hips, where seeing those scars yanked Sway out of his fog… but only momentarily.

Sway’s breathing kicked up. Brian was a hero. He was his hero. Was there any other man on the planet that would’ve survived what he had? Most likely not. There was only one. One King. Brian King. A man who could bring Sway to his knees with just a glance.

Sway’s legs trembled, and his abs burned as he flexed them to keep himself in control. He was only seconds from leaping off the bed and landing on Brian’s jutting cock. He hadn’t had any since their first night. Not that he’d been used to an active sex life before, because he hadn’t. Sway hadn’t even noticed other men since then. Having Brian once wasn’t enough, and the motherfucker had ruined Sway for anyone else. He’d known that the first night when he’d run. He’d driven halfway home, then made an illegal U-turn on Bellemeade Avenue and sped back. Because he’d known even then that Brian had wedged his way into someplace aching and lonely inside him when Sway had needed it the most. Brian wasn’t a one-off.

Brian stood by the side of the bed and placed a couple of condoms on the night stand. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, laying that beside him. He moved cautiously as if he was trying not to frighten Sway by pouncing like a crazed lion, but Sway could see the barely constrained beast. Sway pulled the covers up and opened them for Brian. Then he held his hand out. Saying a lot more than just get in bed with me.

Trust me, Brian. Please, trust me.

Brian took his hand and slid onto the bed, under the covers, not stopping until he was on top of Sway, pressing him into the thick foam mattress.

Sway moaned and arched, squeezing Brian’s waist and pulling him in harder. When their cocks finally aligned and ground against each other, he and Brian both released a harsh, relieved breath. Sway couldn’t believe it felt that good, couldn’t believe how much he’d craved Brian’s heat. All that warmth seeped into Sway’s cold soul. Oh Brian. Sway’s head was fuzzy, and his balls were already shriveled walnuts between his thighs.

He could feel Brian’s heart pounding against his ribcage, matching the rushed staccato of his own. Regardless of their frantic pulses, or the need stirring deep in Sway’s balls, their movements were slow and careful. Sway held Brian’s cheek, keeping his powerful gaze. Things were said that didn’t need to be vocalized.

Brian leaned in and slanted his mouth over his, brushing the tip of his tongue against his lips. He couldn’t get enough oxygen. Everything about Brian suffocated him in the most amazing way. Sway gasped and spread his legs wider, Brian’s hips were thick, and they felt powerful; even the slow grind Brian was doing was enough to make him crazy.

“God, you feel so good.”

Brian ran his callused hand up Sway’s side and over his shoulder. He squeezed him there, then the back of his neck as if he was massaging him.

“Feels so good,” Sway moaned again. Damn, he needed something different to say.

Brian covered Sway’s jaw with his palm and turned his head up, so he could suck and lick on his neck. Those sharp teeth grazing over his Adam’s apple made his cock jerk and leak some more. Sway lifted his hips, not afraid to rub his frustration against the rigid muscles of Brian’s abs. As he felt Brian move across his throat, and down to his chest, he was able to catch his name mouthed on Brian’s lips. Along with a few other curses mixed with his guttural moans. Brian didn’t make much sound, but when he did, it did something shocking to Sway’s heart. He desired to hear those sounds.

Brian pushed the covers down until they were at the crest of his ass, the fire was still blazing and crackling, creating a beautiful soundtrack to what this really was. Making love. Sway sank deeper into the mattress, deeper into Brian’s eyes, deeper into Brian’s touch. This was it for him. Brian was it. Sway wrapped his arms around Brian’s neck, playing with the short strands of his hair while he licked delicately around Sway’s pink nipples.

“Ahhh, fuck,” Sway groaned.

Brian seemed to like his responses, because the languid teasing eased, and the flat of Brian’s tongue grazed over his nipple, then he latched on hungrily. Sway grunted and clutched a handful of Brian’s hair. “Yesssss.” Brian stayed there a long time. Ravishing Sway’s pecs, his abs, and even his ribs. Brian left no area undiscovered. It was as if he was mapping every erogenous zone Sway had. Especially the ones he didn’t know he had… like in the crease of his thigh.

Brian looked up at him with those suspenseful eyes. Eyes that possessed him.

‘You taste good, baby,’ Brian mouthed.

Sway bit his bottom lip as Brian went even lower, bypassing his straining cock and going straight for his balls. He sucked one into his mouth, then the other. Sway was inclined on the pillows and had a very good visual of Brian’s face between his quivering thighs and his scorching mouth full of Sway’s sac. I won’t last like this. Sway pressed his head into the pillow and squeezed his eyes closed. His hands were shaky but gentle on Brian’s head. His man didn’t need any help or instruction. Sway was already a goner.

Brian grunted aggressively against Sway’s sac, the powerful vibration making Sway jerk and cry out. A firm hand gripped his chin and directed his head back down. Brian wanted eyes on him and only him.

Fuck, okay, baby. Sway cracked his eyes open and tried to show Brian the emotion he was feeling.

Brian looked satisfied and got back to work. Sway arched dramatically when Brian finally engulfed his length and took him all the way down until his nose was buried deeply in the light brown hairs around his cock. Sway could only imagine what he sounded like, but he could care less. Brian’s mouth was a sin. He loved that he could take all of him. Not that Sway was that well-endowed, but he wasn’t exactly ashamed at what God gave him.

‘So good.’

Sway preened. He wanted his boyfriend to enjoy him, he wanted to be enough for this amazing man, and that meant not only satisfying his emotional cravings but sating his physical ones too. It was their first time since that night and Sway still felt as if he owed Brian for how he’d left things. Only he didn’t know when he was supposed to jump in and take the reins, because Brian was in control of it all.

“Ahhhh.” Sway bucked when Brian swallowed around his head. “I can’t last.” Spit dripped down his sex, over his balls, wetting the sensitive nerves around his hole. Brian had him so moist, his hot saliva coating him, slicking him. Brian moved his fist up and down while his talented mouth worked the head. Sway whined, his forehead creasing with focus. “Oh my God.”

Brian slurped nosily and swallowed Sway’s dick again. The sounds, slickslickslick, coupled with Brian’s ravenous growls, were downright obscene and hot as fire.

“Fuckfuckfuck! Not yet.” Sway hurried to pull Brian’s mouth off him. “I’ma’ come.”

Brian reluctantly eased up on Sway’s dick, only to set his sights on something else. He began to massage Sway’s hole until he was begging for him to push that thick finger inside. Damn, had he always been so vocal in bed? He couldn’t remember.

“I’m ready now,” Sway lied after Brian only had up to the first knuckle inside his underused hole.

Brian climbed up Sway’s body, pressing in deeper. Sway clamored for Brian’s mouth as soon as he was in kissing range. His urgent need was evident, and so was Brian’s, if that rock-hard pipe digging into Sway’s upper thigh was any indication. Brian might’ve been able to remain composed on the outside—his years of SEAL training had taught him well—but Sway could see the storm whirring inside him, reflected in his eyes. Brian was adamant about making this perfect.