Akash

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BREAKFAST WENT BY IN a complete blur. Akash couldn’t actually recall eating anything. He had, though; the smudge of jam on his shirt proved it.

As Hamish hadn’t and couldn’t have driven to work, Akash drove them to breakfast and to Hamish’s flat. He didn’t remember the trip from the restaurant to the apartment either. It was a bit worrying when he thought about it.

Standing completely naked in Hamish’s bedroom, it occurred to Akash that perhaps his brain might’ve kicked in a little earlier. It had all come into sharp focus once both men stripped down to nothing. He rested his hands on his hips for something to do with them, not wanting to fidget nervously in front of the man sitting on the edge of the bed.

His lips were swollen. They’d obviously exchanged kisses. His cock was hard enough to roll out dough. Hamish had him all mixed up.

“Come here.” Hamish crooked a finger at him. “Closer.”

Akash stopped just out of arm’s reach, and Hamish leant out to catch him by the wrist to drag him the rest of the way. “Watch your shoulder.”

“Let me worry about it,” Hamish replied confidently. “It’s healed up enough.”

Scooting back on the bed, Hamish gestured for Akash to straddle his lap. His stomach tightened when his cock wound up against the hardened stomach of the Royal Marine, whose own shaft pressed along Akash’s arse. Gods, this is slow, unending torture. No wonder I tried to block it out. The cruel man underneath him chuckled when he rocked forward.

Hamish brought his hand up to cup the back of Akash’s neck. He applied pressure until Akash had to lower his head. “Sure you’re ready?”

“Ready enough to burst. You can stop asking.” Akash didn’t know if his patience could handle any more questioning. He appreciated the respect, but their foreplay had lasted for months, through a trip overseas and an injured shoulder. “I just want to fuck.”

“Fair enough.”

Oh, my gods, I said that aloud.

The ground will swallow me whole, and I won’t have to look into those smug eyes.

Akash glanced down to find bemused blue eyes staring straight up at him. “Why me?”

Moment of humiliation aside, Akash relished finally having his naked body flush against the man he’d been lusting over for months and months. His eyes stayed on Hamish’s, but his fingers strayed all over the upper body laid bare for him. He’d seen him in the bath, of course; it hadn’t been like this though.

His cock wasn’t all but rammed into me then—makes it a bit different.

Wish it was rammed in me.

His fingers explored a long scar across Hamish’s collarbone. An old wound. His eyes asked the obvious question, but Hamish only shook his head. It was clearly not something to ask about now.

He’d learn about the scars. They’d discover each other’s scars. He hoped.

The quiet exploration continued for long minutes. Akash rocked gently between Hamish’s stomach and the heavy weight of the shaft behind him. Their lips met over and over for increasingly deep kisses.

Hamish dropped his hands to Akash’s waist, lifted him up, and tossed him into the bed. He got to his feet. “Have you been a good lad? Not playing around while I was gone.”

“You’re—” Akash choked on his word when Hamish chose to flick the inside of his thigh. “I do not have a pain fetish.”

“Your cock jumped a mile.” Hamish rubbed the tender skin he’d flicked. “Are you sure?”

With a smirk, Hamish caught Akash by the ankle to drag him around on the mattress until he almost hung off the edge. He stepped between his legs, lifting them up so Akash had to wrap them around him. Their shafts rested on top of each other, and Hamish wrapped both of his hands around them to stroke them together.

Akash gripped the taller man by the legs to hold himself up and watch those capable fingers gliding up and down. “Shouldn’t feel so good.”

Hamish swirled a finger along both heads. “Yes, it should.”

His body had been on edge since their first kiss. The calloused fingers drove him closer and closer. His body tightened, only for him to groan when the hands disappeared, leaving him cruelly yards from the finish line.

“Shift up.” Hamish swatted him on the thigh and helped him lower his legs. “I’ve plans for you, yet.”

“Do they involve your cock in me?” Akash stumbled slightly getting to his feet, only to be shoved back onto the mattress. He leant up on his elbows to watch Hamish dig around in one of his nightstands. “What are you doing?”

“One should always be properly prepared.” Hamish returned to the bed with a condom already on his cock and a bottle of lube in his hand; he lay between Akash’s legs, spreading them wide. “Always.”

It went agonisingly slowly. Akash worried he might lose his mind if things didn’t speed up a little. He felt as if every nerve in his body was on edge waiting for the climax.

Any damn climax.

In the past, slick fingers would likely have been more than sufficient for him. Not now. Akash wanted to feel Hamish inside of him. He had done all the waiting he intended to do.

“I’m not a sodding virgin.” Akash snapped at him, tired of playing around. “How much preparation do you think is required?”

Hamish twisted his fingers around even more slowly than he’d been doing. “I enjoy a bit of foreplay, Aki.”

“You enjoy fucking torture.” Akash dropped his head back against the mattress with a groan. “You’re killing me.”

“Killing you?” Hamish pressed further in with his fingers. “I haven’t even started yet. You’ll be beautiful while I take you apart; push you further over the edge than you’ve ever been.”

“Fuck.”

“I’ll learn every single thing you can’t resist, and I’ll never forget how to make you weak.” Hamish eased his fingers out only to push in with his shaft. “Stunning.”

Their lips met with every downward thrust. Akash briefly wondered how this would affect Hamish’s injured shoulder. The thought flew out of his mind on a fire of pleasure surging through him.

The blessed heat in him disappeared. Akash didn’t get a chance to complain about it. He found himself flipped over on his stomach and yanked to the edge of the mattress.

With Akash’s knees spread and resting on the edge, Hamish drove into him once again. His fingers caught Akash’s, pulling his arms back. It provided leverage to truly pick up the pace.

Hamish eventually released his hands to allow Akash’s arms to drop down to the mattress. “Stroke yourself.”

With his body on auto-pilot, Akash reached underneath his body to begin to stroke his aching hard-on. He couldn’t believe either of them had lasted as long as they had. The thought barely crossed his mind when his orgasm hit hard enough to send him face first on the mattress, woozy and breathless. Hamish collapsed on top of him moments later, having been brought over the edge with him.

Their ragged breathing mingled together for several minutes. Hamish rolled over on the bed after carefully easing out of Akash, who started to get up, but the larger man threw an arm across his chest to keep him prone on the mattress.

Akash slowly returned to himself. He breathed deeply until he no longer sounded as if he’d run a marathon. “I envy your eidetic memory if you’re going to have this in all its glory forever.”

Hamish shifted on his side to look down at Akash. “The day isn’t over—and I’ve only begun to create all the wonderful moments I intend to remember.”

“Really?” Akash didn’t know if he had anything left in him.

“Think you need a bath.”

Ah, well, I hope I had a lot of protein for breakfast, I’ve a feeling I’ll need all the energy I can muster.

Fuck.

He really is a highly attractive man.