It wasn’t hard to understand what Wes needed: A distraction, for starters. And end to a conversation he obviously hadn’t planned on having. Frankly, Kyle was just fine with that. As intrigued as he was about Wes’ past and what had made him the way he was, there was only so much heaviness he was prepared to handle. Especially when those steely eyes turned gray and sad, the same color as an overcast day when all you wanted was to see the sun again.

Kyle felt that pain too keenly to do anything other than respond, and when his arms came around Wes, they were offered in comfort much more than desire. The kiss was given with an understanding that this would help Wes heal in some way, and helping others heal was what Kyle had dedicated his life to doing.

There was more to it than that, though. If he looked back on this night and thought of it as something he simply did for Wes, he would be able to make peace with that. But this wasn’t just for Wes. Kyle needed this, too. He craved the touch of someone who actually wanted him. Someone who wasn’t stringing him along, too much of a coward to end things before their wedding day. He needed the intensity in Wes’ gaze because it reminded him that he was worth that kind of attention and devotion.

He wasn’t fooling himself. This wasn’t the be-all, end-all. It wasn’t going to be a joining together of two souls who would never experience hardship or strife. But it was the beginning of something, of that he was certain.

So when Wes pressed closer to him, Kyle held him tighter, easing down on the couch so that his neck rested against the arm of it, his body nestled against the cushions. His fingers curled against Wes’ shirt, pulling him down so he could feel the hard planes of the other man’s body against his own—and the harder ridge of his erection as it bulged through his slacks.

The friction as Wes moved above him was enough to send a molten shot of lust through him, though the emotions that still swelled beneath his breastbone helped keep him grounded. A little less so, when Wes started dragging his lips over Kyle’s jaw, tracing a path to his ear and sucking the lobe into his mouth.

Kyle moaned, arching up against the man, his hands moving to the thick leather belt at his waist. He struggled with the buckle, undoing it and pulling the belt free from the loops that were easiest to reach. The slacks sagged slightly on Wes’ body, and Kyle took advantage of that to pull the light blue dress shirt free, stubbornly ignoring the buttons.

Wes continued to torture him throughout, offering no help whatsoever as he sought out sensitive spots along Kyle’s neck. He found one where shoulder met neck, and exploited it to its fullest after Kyle’s gasp, licking and sucking and even applying the light scrape of teeth.

“I’m trying to concentrate here,” Kyle said in weak protest.

He felt the gust of warm breath on his neck as Wes laughed. “Just rip the thing off. I’ll get the buttons sewn back on later.”

Before Kyle could say anything, Wes captured his mouth in a hungry kiss that only served to stoke those fires even more. Kyle moaned into the man’s mouth, savoring the taste of wine and Wes, every other need forgotten in that moment.

At least until he remembered he’d been given free rein to ruin Wes’ clothes. Grabbing from the bottom of the shirt, he pulled the sides in two different directions, the give of it all too satisfying as buttons pinged off every which way.

Wes complied with another deep rumble of a laugh, sitting up with his knees resting on either side of Kyle’s hips. He shrugged out of the destroyed garment and whipped his belt off to the side where it landed with a heavy thud and clink. Large hands with long, dexterous fingers set upon Kyle’s chest, making their intent clear.

“I’ll lend you a shirt,” was the only warning Wes gave before doing the exact same thing—ripping Kyle’s shirt open with such a ridiculously sexy flourish that he swore he felt his dick twitch in response.

Kyle leaned up just enough to get the shirt off his shoulders and arms, but Wes put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down while he was still tangled in the garment. He followed it up with a forceful kiss, and Kyle surrendered, his hands tangling in the man’s thick, dark hair.

He was far from passive, though, lifting his ass off the couch and rolling his hips against Wes’. The other man groaned, momentarily thrown off his path of dominance, a shuddered breath escaping him. Kyle bit back a smirk and was “rewarded” for his defiance when Wes reached between them to undo his belt, too, casting it aside.

He lifted up on his knees again, his eyes intense and filled with lust; desire that was completely directed at Kyle. No one else. The feeling of it rushed through him, getting into his blood and pulsing through his veins, warming him from the inside out until he felt like he was on fire.

Sitting astride him, Wes undid the button of his pants and tugged down the fly. Kyle’s cock pulsed in anticipation, a shiver racing through his body as Wes’ hand came closer, finally pulling him free.

He stroked slowly, from root to tip, making eye contact with Kyle the whole time. “Tell me what you like.”

“That’s a good start,” Kyle said weakly.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure what he liked. He’d had his dick handled before, even sucked, but never the thorough, attentive way Wes did it. It always seemed like a chore to his female partners, so he’d eventually just stopped asking.

But Wes relished every moment of it, lavishing him with attention from the slow tugs and squeezes to the way his thumb sought out sensitive flesh and exploited it, rubbing over the head of his cock.

“There,” Kyle gasped, when Wes pressed just below the crown, stimulating that sensitive bit of flesh that connected the head to the rest of his cock.

Wes didn’t immediately follow through, though. Instead he pushed himself up from the couch and moved the coffee table out of the way, silverware clattering to the floor. Kyle reached for his aching dick, watching as Wes shucked off his pants, a prominent bulge in his briefs.

The man was lightning-fast when he noticed, though, grabbing Kyle’s wrist and pinning it behind his head. “I get you off. Understood?”

He just nodded, eyes half-lidded as Wes pulled off Kyle’s pants and boxers, leaving him bare on the man’s couch. He dropped down to the carpeted floor then, his mouth immediately attending to Kyle’s cock, tongue tracing along the crown as his hand moved down to cup Kyle’s balls.

The siege continued with Wes drawing him inches into his mouth, his lips pressed tight below the head, his fingers stroking the seam of Kyle’s sac. He moaned and squirmed, unable to keep his hips from bucking or his hands from fisting in Wes’ hair. The moment he did, though, Wes used his upper body strength to pin him down and took him to the root, leaving Kyle gasping for breath.

Just when he thought he wasn’t going to be able to handle any more, Wes one-upped himself again. The man’s hands gripped his legs, turning him on the couch and then lifting his unclothed limbs up. He braced them there, one arm beneath Kyle’s thighs as he used his free hand to massage his cheek. He honestly had no idea what Wes intended until he felt hot breath somewhere he’d definitely never felt it before.

He must have tensed, because Wes looked at him in question, then murmured a simple, “Trust me,” before continuing on.

He felt the tip of Wes’ wet, searching tongue as it probed around the sensitive skin, setting his nerves aflame with anticipation. Wes circled his hole several times, to the point where Kyle wasn’t expecting it any longer when that deft and powerful tongue finally pressed inside of him.

He gasped, torn between pulling away and pushing back against Wes. Kyle was pretty sure he did both, but Wes’ arms just wrapped around his thighs to hold him in place as he pressed in again, deeper this time. Pleasure arced through Kyle in violent bursts, his hands gripping hard in Wes’ hair as he let out a string of unintelligible curses—or what he thought were supposed to be curses, at least.

He was so close and his balls ached with the need for release, but he obeyed Wes’ command, keeping himself from jacking off in time to the man’s talented tongue. God, if it felt this good to have Wes’ tongue inside him, how would it feel to have his cock hitting that spot again and again?

The thought made a full-body shudder course through him, his anticipation coiling even tighter as his muscles tensed. Wes must have sensed this, because he snuck one hand over Kyle’s thigh and gripped his cock with the confidence of a man who knew he was going to get what he wanted.

“Oh, God,” Kyle moaned, so close to the edge he almost couldn’t stand it.

Wes redoubled his efforts, his face buried between Kyle’s cheeks as he undertook a single-minded mission to make him come. To say that mission was a success would have been a severe understatement, as Kyle was soon wracked by one of the most violent orgasms of his life, his hips bucking, hot cum spurting from his cock and landing to cool on Wes’ arms and Kyle’s own body.

His mouth was held open in a silent expression of bliss for several moments, and when his muscles finally relaxed, he let out a long, drawn-out moan that nearly turned to a whimper as he watched Wes lick the cum off his arm.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his head falling back.

Wes didn’t give him much respite. Though he gently lowered Kyle’s legs—a good thing, since his muscles felt like jelly—he kissed and licked a trail up Kyle’s chest, cleaning off every last drop before his mouth met Kyle’s. He groaned into the kiss, drawing back just enough to murmur against Kyle’s lips.

“We can end this here if you’re not ready for more,” he stole another kiss and Kyle responded eagerly, despite his fatigue.

“No,” Kyle breathed. “I want this. I want you.”

It was the answer Wes must have wanted to hear, because the man kissed him with a hunger that almost made Kyle dizzy. And somehow—despite having just had the most intense orgasm of his life—he could already feel the blood pumping south.

“Not here,” Wes said, and then he was pushing himself to his feet, his still-clothed cock straining against his briefs.

He pulled Kyle up with him, chest to chest, hips to hips, and mouths and tongues met in a needy dance. Wes’ hands moved down his back to his ass, squeezing firmly, drawing Kyle close to him.

Somehow—over the course of what seemed like an hour, but was probably ten minutes or so—they managed to stumble their way toward Wes’ bedroom, taking advantage of walls and tables that were in their path.

Wes pushed Kyle down on the soft bed, letting him scooch up as he finally tugged off his briefs. Wes’ thick, beautiful cock sprang free, impressively—and probably painfully—hard, and Kyle felt his mouth water. One taste and he’d apparently become an addict.

Moving to the edge of the bed, he took charge before Wes could, gripping the other man’s dick at the base and taking the head into his mouth. Wes groaned, his hands moving to Kyle’s hair. Fingers clenched automatically, holding tight, directing Kyle’s actions before he stopped himself and relaxed. But a thrill shot through Kyle in those few moments, his body and mind reacting to that sudden loss of control as Wes dictated his actions. It was oddly intoxicating, and he lifted his gaze to the man and tried to make him understand.

When that didn’t seem to work, Kyle pulled back with a gasp, Wes’ cock glistening with his saliva, and said, “I’ll tell you if I need you to ease up.”

Wes searched his eyes for a moment, then nodded, his fingers curling into Kyle’s wavy hair once more. This time, he didn’t wait for Kyle to take him into his mouth. He thrust forward, pushing the head past Kyle’s lips, then pumped his hips in shallow motions, feeding him a few inches before drawing back.

It wasn’t something Kyle thought he’d ever enjoy. He wasn’t a control freak, but he liked being on top of things. Here, though, it was like sharing a deeper intimacy with Wes. He trusted that the man wasn’t going to do anything he didn’t want; that he’d stop the moment Kyle told him to. Because of that, the forced loss of control felt almost liberating. He was almost an outside observer to Wes’ overwhelming desire for him, and not concentrating on his technique gave him a chance to appreciate the velvety texture of the man’s cock as it slid past his lips, the weight and heat of it in his mouth, the subtle taste of salt and musk, and the low, needy sounds Wes made as he fucked Kyle’s mouth.

Just because Wes held the control right now didn’t mean he had to be completely passive, though. As he gained confidence, Kyle gripped Wes’ ass and held him in place, taking him deeper than Wes had allowed so far. The man moaned, his grip tightening in Kyle’s hair, but he didn’t pull away. And when Kyle finally let up, Wes pumped deeper, faster, challenging Kyle to keep pace.

It ended sooner than he would have liked, as Wes suddenly pulled out with a curse. “Fuck. I’m not going to last.”

He wouldn’t have minded that, honestly, but his mind slowly caught up with Wes’ meaning. He wanted more before he came, and so did Kyle. His dick was firming again, and the motion of Wes’ thrusts made him ache for something he couldn’t explain. He watched as Wes moved around the bed, the put-together man almost fumbling with the drawer of his bedside table. Kyle caught the flash of metallic wrappers and a white bottle, and his muscles tensed in anticipation.

“On your back,” Wes said, the words spoken gently, but still a command as he rolled the condom over his dick.

Kyle complied, finding himself grateful for the direction. His whole body practically vibrated with tension, and his mind wasn’t exactly helping him. Moments ago, he’d been lost in lust and willing to let Wes shove his cock all the way down his throat if he wanted. Now, he was worried about how his underused—or never-used, in this case—muscles would take it. Pain was something he expected, sort of, but he wasn’t exactly prepared for it, or how he’d react if it was too much. All those worries and more tangled in his mind, fighting with his desire for the very thing he’d said he wanted.

It was impossible for Wes not to take notice.

“Nervous?” he asked, no sign of a smirk or any other condescension on his face.

“Not at all. Definitely not nervous about you putting your very big dick in my ass. Did it grow another few inches while I wasn’t looking?” he asked with a nervous laugh. “It looks bigger now.”

Wes let out a soft snort, and Kyle watched as the man’s hand fisted around his cock, slowly stroking to keep himself hard. “First off, thanks for noticing. Second… we don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready for it.”

A pang of sharp, sudden emotion clenched just behind Kyle’s chest. Even that first night, Wes had backed off when Kyle needed him to—something he really hadn’t expected with how he came across. It was nice to see that even in the heat of the moment, he was putting his partner’s comfort and consent first.

Resting his elbows on the bed, Kyle leaned up and reached for Wes, his hand behind the man’s neck. He drew him into a soft, grateful kiss and smiled as it broke.

“No. I want this. Just… go slow?”

Wes brushed his lips across Kyle’s once more and climbed onto the bed, the sudden shift of weight filling Kyle with a mix of anxiety and excitement. He tried to focus on the latter, especially when Wes got onto his knees, his hands moving over Kyle’s thighs as he caressed them, gently nudging them apart.

He heard the squirt of the lube bottle before he felt the slightly cold substance as Wes spread it liberally between his cheeks. His fingers remained, teasing around his hole until one slid deftly inside with more ease than Kyle expected. He moaned softly as Wes slowly moved his finger in and out, the lubrication ceasing to be cold after a few moments.

Removing his finger, Wes replaced it with the head of his cock resting right at his entrance, the tip of the condom just barely brushing his skin. He shivered, looking up at Wes in question. The man gave him a smile in return and returned his hands to Kyle’s thighs.

“Just tell me if you need me to stop,” he said before pushing the head of his cock past the tight ring of Kyle’s hole.

There was a bit of pressure, but nothing too bad. He let out the breath he’d been holding and nodded to Wes, giving him permission to continue. The man’s cock pushed in deeper, leading to a slow sense of fullness that Kyle had never experienced before. It wasn’t unpleasant by any means, and as he adjusted to it, he found he actually liked it. The heat of Wes’ cock, the feel of it throbbing inside of him, the resistance and friction as he drove deeper.

He felt a little discomfort the more he took, and Wes wasn’t able to bottom out before Kyle had to stop him. But then he started to move in earnest, drawing back and pushing forward with shallow strokes, angling himself in the perfect way to hit Kyle’s prostate every time, and any discomfort was gone. Bliss took over, sharp and sudden and shooting through his body all the way to the tips of his fingers.

Wes pumped his hips in a restrained manner, knowing exactly what he was doing, and Kyle writhed as his body became a vessel for pleasure. The effect was only aided by Wes reaching past his legs to grip his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

A deep moan poured from him, the sound resonating in a way Kyle had never heard before. It almost didn’t sound like him, but Wes certainly responded to it.

“That’s it, baby,” he said in a low, growly voice, his pace picking up in response.

Wes pushed deeper, his cock filling and stretching Kyle and driving him a little crazy. He pushed back against the man, suddenly more wanton than he’d ever been in his life, and desperate for more. Wes squeezed his cock—punishment or acknowledgment, Kyle wasn’t sure which—and drove harder, his heavy balls slapping against Kyle’s ass, their thighs meeting again and again, the mattress rocking, headboard pounding the wall under the abuse.

Wes’ hand flew over his cock, stroking insistently, demanding him to let go. After a while, he couldn’t fight it. He felt that familiar tightness in his balls and a tension in his muscles that begged to be released.

“Oh God, I’m—”

His whole body shuddered and spasmed, his dick jerking as he came hard. That sensation was more than enough to wrack his body with pleasure, but Wes wasn’t letting up. He pounded into Kyle with no restraint, fucking him hard enough that he was sure he’d have bruises on the backs of his thighs tomorrow.

Kyle arched against him, his ass clenching around Wes’ cock again and again. That must have been enough to do the other man in, because he buried himself deep within Kyle’s body and let out a half-shout, half-roar of pleasure, his dick pulsing, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure.

As Kyle finally came back to his senses, he looked up at Wes to find the man’s sexy, well-defined body glistening with sweat. His hair was matted to his forehead and he was panting, his hips still jerking involuntarily, his hands a little shaky on Kyle’s thighs.

It was one of the sexiest things Kyle had ever seen, and when the man pulled out of him and discarded the condom, Kyle was quick to draw him back in for a heated kiss. Wes laughed against him, threading his fingers through Kyle’s sweat-dampened hair. When the kiss broke, he rested his forehead against Kyle’s, prompting another sharp squeeze of his heart.

“So I’m guessing you didn’t hate that,” he said with a chuckle.

Kyle smacked him lightly on the arm. “Ass.”

He waggled his brows and slid his arms around Kyle, drawing him close. While Kyle had always enjoyed the intimacy of cuddling after sex, he definitely hadn’t expected Wes to enjoy it. Just another way he’d misjudged the man, he supposed, and as he settled into Wes’ embrace, he found himself looking forward to all the new discoveries the future would bring.