After spending most of his day playing catch up on his assignments for his online college courses, Low showered and dressed casually in jeans and a black and white button down and headed out. It took him fifteen minutes to get to Renzo’s home, a straight shoot down Lavista. He checked his phone for the security code Renzo had texted him for the automatic gate, punched the six digits into the panel, then he was in. Pulling into Renzo’s driveway, parking behind a black SUV.

Butterflies careened around in his belly, his palms damp with anticipation.

He was attracted to Renzo, but it wasn’t all attraction. He was lighter in Renzo’s presence, happier, even when he’d been saddled with the guilt of wanting the man responsible for his cousin’s death. Renzo made him happy and he desperately wanted to believe this thing was more than the uncontrollable lust that burned between them.

The front door off to his left opened and Renzo was there with a small smile on his face, dressed in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and dark slacks. Feet bare.

Low stood next to his car and smiled back at him. He couldn’t help it, seeing Renzo loosened something inside his chest, freeing him up in some way he didn’t understand. Just staring at Renzo watching him from his doorway roused the butterflies in his belly.

He went to Renzo and the closer Low got to him, the more Renzo’s eyes seem to brighten. Until Low was up on him, their chests almost touching, and Renzo’s gray eyes were fucking diamonds, shining, sparkling for him. Just for him. This he knew for sure.

“Hi.”

Renzo’s lips quirked. “Hey.”

Words kinda fled after that. Low stared at him, taking in Renzo’s features. His eyes always had that lingering sadness, but after telling Low what he’d been through, he understood. He remained the most captivating man Low had ever met. Constantly he forget Renzo’s age. The silver in his hair was just a part of who he was, another feature adding to the beauty of Renzo.

He touched Renzo’s face, smoothing a thumb over his cheek. Renzo’s lashes lowered, hiding his expression. “I missed you today,” Low told him. It was simple. It was the truth.

Renzo’s lashes lifted, emotion sifting behind his eyes as Low watched. “Low—”

Low kissed him, right there in the doorway. Soft. A lingering caress of lips that Renzo quickly took to the next level by hauling Low onto his chest and dragging them backward, into the house. Low chuckled into his mouth as Renzo kicked the door closed then reversed course, backing Low up until he was pressed against the door.

Renzo on him.

His lips ripping him apart. Tongue diving deep, shaking his body as those steady hands roaming up and down his back put him back together. Low moaned for him, halfway to tipsy on Renzo’s musk filling his nose, his hardness pressed to Low’s middle, and his kisses, wet and desperate. Already his knees were fucking useless, so he grabbed on to Renzo’s face with both hands. Renzo’s lashes fluttered open, stark hunger pinning Low in place.

Freezing him on his tiptoes. Jesus. “Daddy,” he whispered. “Please.”

Renzo growled for him, taking his mouth again. An oral attack, tongue shoving deep, gagging Low as Renzo tore at Low’s shirt. Jesus. Low helped and their fingers fumbled together until his shirt was off, tossed over Renzo’s shoulder and his lover’s head was dipping, mouth on Low’s throat.

Teeth in his neck, nipping at his collar bone. Hands now on the buttons on his jeans. Low moaned, shaking, trembling, body already so close to combusting as he yanked on Renzo’s belt, dropping it to the floor and dragging his zipper down to wrap a fist around Renzo’s cock.

So hard and hot, throbbing in his palm. The tip slick with pre-cum.

“Fuck.” Renzo bit his nipple. “Low.”

Low cupped the back of Renzo’s head, holding him to his chest. As he kissed his way down Low’s body, Renzo shoved Low’s jeans down until they were bunched around his thighs.

“Dreamt about this,” Renzo muttered against Low’s belly button. “Dreamt of your taste, baby. So fucking good.” He fisted Low’s erection, stroking as Low wailed, hips jutting forward.

“Daddy.” Jesus. Felt as if he’d taken a bath in fire. He burned from the inside out, mouth open as he panted. “Fuck me,” he begged. “Please.”

Renzo stepped back, eyes hard and narrowed with lust, color on his cheekbones, chest heaving. He pushed Low by the shoulders until he was facing the door, back to Renzo.

Mouth on his nape.

“Ungh.” He slapped a hand against the door to keep his balance. “Fuck.”

Renzo kissed his way down Low’s spine, lips parted, wet and hot. Low moved with him, undulating, bending as Renzo dipped lower and lower, until he was on his knees, face in Low’s ass.

“Oh God.” Low’s knees knocked. “Daddy, fuck!”

Renzo’s breath blasted him just as his tongue snaked over Low’s hole. He bucked, almost falling over.

Keening. Wailing, Doubling over to push his ass back onto Renzo’s face, jerking himself with one hand. Jesus. He shook so badly, he heard his teeth chattering. And Renzo destroyed him, tongue in his ass, grunting against Low’s skin, making loud, satisfied sounds.

A finger pushed into him and Low cried out. “Fuck, oh God, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me.” His balls churned, release already so close. “Please.” He sobbed. “Please, Daddy.”

The digits inside him doubled, fucking him deep. His eyes watered at the stretch. The burn. His stomach clenched, ass too as he fought the orgasm. But he lost the battle once Renzo glided over his prostate.

“Fuck!” He burst, pinpricks of light flashing behind his closed eyes, hips rolling, slamming back on Renzo’s tongue and fingers as he came. “Daddy. Daddy, oh God.” He screamed until his voice snapped.

Still Renzo remained on his knees behind him, lapping him up, fingers thrusting deeper and deeper. Until Low tried to ease away from his mouth and foraging digits. Too sensitive.

Then Renzo pulled away.

Christ.

Low sagged into the door. Panting. Knees wobbling.

Hands slid up his spine. Lips brushed his nape, his neck. Then Renzo turned him until they were face to face and took Low’s hand, the one slick with his cum and holding Low’s gaze, Renzo brought those fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

He had no words, so Low just gazed at him, all love struck and sucked dry.

“Baby.” Renzo cupped his jaw.

Low pressed into that touch. “I want you, Daddy. Please.”

Renzo’s mouth curved and he grabbed Low, yanking him forward, half carrying him over to the couch and tossing him face down onto it. Before Low could lift his head, Renzo was on him, tongue in his ear.

“Been aching for your ass, you know that?” he murmured. “Give it to me.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Low rubbed his still-sensitive cock onto the couch. “Yes.”

Renzo pulled away. Something clicked, and Low glanced over his shoulder. Apparently Renzo had been prepared for this, because he held a bottle of lube in hand. As Low watched, he uncapped the bottle and leaned over, drizzling the slick down Low’s ass crack.

“Ungh.” The cool gel chilled his skin, but soon enough Renzo’s fingers were on him, sliding down his crack and circling his hole. Pushing in, pulling out. “Daddy.” Low tipped his ass up, face in the cushion. “Please.” He was about to come again, especially when those fingers went all the way inside him to the last knuckle and twisted. “Shit.” He started climbing the couch, trying to get away from it even as he begged for more. “Daddy.”

A foil packet crinkled then Renzo’s naked body covered him, one hand at his nape, the other guiding his latex-wrapped cock home to Low’s hole, sliding up his crack, bumping against his entrance.

Teasing.

Low groaned. “Fuck.” He clenched. Spasming. “Daddy, please.” His entire vocabulary was begging for Renzo.

Renzo dipped inside.

Jesus.

Low fisted the cushions, head falling back. Inch by inch Renzo entered him. The burn, it lit up his nerve endings. Moisture flooded his eyes. So good. “So good. Ungh.” He lifted his ass higher. “Deeper. Yes.”

Renzo grunted above him. “Fuck, Low. Fuck.”

“Yes.”

Renzo gave him that last inch, bottoming out. Low’s breath stilled. Renzo froze above him. He felt huge inside Low, filling him up.

Lips touched his ear when Renzo lowered his upper body onto his back. “Best I’ve ever had, baby. Goddamn.” His hips snapped forward.

Low cried out.

Renzo answered by slamming into him again.

Fuck. He was coming apart with the pleasure, the pain. All of it surrounded him, dragging him under. Renzo fucked him hard and fast, brutal. It was too much, not enough. All at the same fucking time. And Low couldn’t do anything but rock back on that cock digging him out, begging.

“Deeper. Yes. Oh God.”

Renzo hammered into him, a punishing pace that had Low fisting the cushion, biting down on them.

“Ungh.”

“Work that ass for me,” Renzo growled. His fingers bit into Low’s hips. “Fuck Daddy’s cock.”

Low rolled his hips.

Renzo shuddered. His thrusts faltered. “Just like that. God.” He rammed in. “Fuck. Look at that ass spread wide taking me, taking my cock.”

Jesus, his words dragged Low kicking and screaming to the edge of orgasm. They had him clenching, every sound Renzo made. Every syllable.

“So gorgeous, Low. Knew you’d be this fucking tight. Knew that ass would fit me perfectly.” He licked just under Low’s ear then bit his lobe. “Beg me. Beg me for it. Beg Daddy to fuck you deeper. Harder.”

Low obeyed immediately. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me harder. I want you deeper.”

Renzo slammed in. “How much deeper?” He grabbed Low by the throat, bringing his head up and around him so they could lock eyes. His gaze was hard, dangerous, but so fucking hot. “Tell me.”

“Deep.” Low balanced on his knees, rocking back on him. “Till I feel you in my fucking chest.”

Renzo’s eyes flashed and he delivered, ramming so deep Low screamed and fell forward on his stomach.

“Like that?” Renzo growled. “Like fucking that? Huh?”

“Please.” Oh God, he hurt so good. “Please.”

“Come on Daddy’s cock.” One of Renzo’s hand squeezed between Low and the couch to fist his cock.

“Shit. Shit.” Low bucked into that touch.

“Come for Daddy, Low.” Thrust. “Right the fuck.” Thrust. “Now!”

“Daddy!” He arched, calling out for Renzo as he came again, bucking wilding, clenching around Renzo.

“Goddamn it.” Teeth sank into Low’s neck. Deep enough to hurt. To leave a mark. “Making me come, Low. Baby…” Renzo’s entire body shook. “Making me come for you.”

Low tightened around him and Renzo sucked in a breath. An agonized groan rumbled in his throat as he froze, reaching his own release. Though a condom separated them, Low still felt it when Renzo jerked inside him. He felt the warmth of Renzo’s release and Low’s body spasmed in response.

“Fuck!” The curse burst across his shoulder as Renzo collapsed on him, rolling off Low to crumble to the floor.

“Oh shit.” Low scrambled to his knees to stare down at Renzo where he lay on his back, an arm flung over his eyes. “You good?”

Renzo chuckled. His arm lowered and he met Low’s gaze. He looked high, pupils blown, hairline damp with sweat, face flushed. “Fuck, baby. If I felt any better I think I’d be dead.”

Well. Low went to him, stretching out next to him on the floor, pressing a kiss to Renzo’s temple. Renzo caught his hand in his and linked their fingers as they panted, staring up at the ceiling.

Until Low’s stomach growled.

“Hungry?”

“Apparently, I am.” The last thing he’d eaten had been the split pea soup over at Ronna’s hours ago.

Renzo stood and disappeared into the half bath a few feet away. The toilet flushed as he got rid of the condom and washed his hands before returning to Low. “Come on.” He held out a hand, hauling Low to his feet. Together they dressed then made their way to the kitchen. Something smelled amazing.

Low sniffed then turned to Renzo. “You cooked?” He just might have to marry this dude.

“No.” Renzo laughed. “That was the plan, but today turned out to be busier than I expected, so I had the Italian spot down the block deliver. Hope that’s okay.”

“Shit. It’s more than okay.” Low washed his hands in the kitchen sink then nodded at the delicious spread on the counter. “Feed me, dude.”