Dev kissed Kyle back, openmouthed but no tongue, just easy, relaxed kisses, sprawling over the sofa. He wanted to take it slow this time. Show Kyle it wasn’t just about getting his end away.
Trouble was . . . Ah, sod it. Kyle was a fucking awesome kisser, and Dev was only human. He couldn’t help it if his body wanted Kyle’s body, could he? And, okay, maybe it was his fault he ended up half on top of the bloke, grinding his hard-on against Kyle’s belly, but it was definitely Kyle who started shoving at clothes first.
The first touch of skin on skin, and Dev was a goner. He broke the kiss, breathing hard. “Bed?”
“Bed,” Kyle said. He looked as far gone as Dev felt, hair all mussed and his lips red and swollen from kissing.
He was fucking gorgeous. Dev got to his feet and held out his hand. “You coming?”
Kyle laughed softly. “Do I really have to make the innuendo?”
“Nah. I prefer actions over words any day.” Kyle’s hand in Dev’s felt like it meant something, somehow. Like a promise. Dev pulled him up gently, and they hit the stairs, both of them with big, soppy grins on their faces.
Best high ever.
Except it wasn’t, ’cos when they got in the bedroom and started taking their kit off, it got even better. Dev could hardly wait for them both to get naked before he was on Kyle again, pressing their bodies together, their skin searing hot where they touched.
Kyle drew him down into a fierce kiss, and this time, it was no-holds-barred. Dev thrust his tongue into Kyle’s mouth, loving the taste of him.
Fuck, he wanted more. He wanted it all.
He pulled back, took a breath, and forced his voice to be steady. “Hey, look, you can say no if you wanna, no pressure, but I really fucking wanna get inside you. Is that okay? Tell me if it’s not okay. We can do anything you want.”
Christ, Kyle’s face . . . Like Dev had offered him the world, all wrapped up with a fancy bow and a cherry on top. He didn’t say anything—just nodded sharply, looking a bit overwhelmed.
“You lie back, yeah?” Dev tried to make it sound reassuring. “I’ll do everything. Just let me do everything.”
And Kyle did just that, no hesitation, no questions asked. He put himself in Dev’s hands and fuck, the trust he was showing almost did Dev in.
Made him want to be worthy.
He went as gently as he could, lubing Kyle up and stretching him out even though it nearly killed him, holding off for so long. And when he finally gloved up and pushed in, Kyle’s hips raised up on a pillow and one of those long legs over Dev’s shoulder . . .
God.
Kyle let out a moan, but it didn’t sound like pain.
“It’s all right, I got you, gonna make you feel so fucking good,” Dev gasped anyhow, desperate to go in all the way but holding back because Christ, he’d rather chop his own dick off than hurt Kyle.
“It’s okay, it’s good . . .” Kyle’s voice was breathless, and his eyes were dark as a Cornish night sky. Dev couldn’t stop himself pushing in further. Kyle opened up to him like a fucking flower, and then he was in, all the way, as close as it was possible for two people to get, and it felt amazing. Like it was more than just skin on skin. Like it was pure electricity zapping between them.
“Yeah, that’s it, that’s it,” Dev heard himself saying, and then Kyle grabbed hold of his arse and drew him in even tighter, and that was it, Dev was off. He pulled out just far enough so he could thrust back in hard, again and again, barely aware of Kyle’s muttered, “Yes, yes!”
Dev knew he wasn’t going to last, even before his balls tightened up and his breath caught in his throat. “’M close,” he breathed—and then ecstasy surged through him like a lightning strike from the world’s most bad-ass thunderstorm. “Jesus . . .”
His orgasm seemed to last forever, wave after wave of pleasure washing over him and through him. Still fizzing with the aftershocks, he made a grab for Kyle’s dick, but he’d barely touched it before Kyle let out a huge groan and spurted all over his stomach in thick ropes of spunk.
And then he went limp.
Ah shit. Cataplexy attack. Dev felt a massive surge of fond protectiveness rise up in his chest. Kyle looked so bloody vulnerable lying there. What kind of guts must it take to put himself in that kind of position? Especially after . . . Fuck, if Dev ever met that bastard ex of Kyle’s. Nope. Not going to think about that git. Not here, not now. He pulled out, eased Kyle’s leg down carefully, and grabbed a handful of tissues from the box by the bed. One went to wrap up the condom, and he used the rest to gently clean Kyle up. Then he lay beside him to wait it out, careful not to touch. “That was fucking magic, mate,” he breathed into Kyle’s ear and then felt like a dick because what they’d just had? Trying to put it into words was like . . . like trying to build a Lamborghini out of Lego.
Lying next to Kyle, even if he couldn’t touch him, was seriously Dev’s new favourite place to be. He couldn’t help thinking how much he didn’t want to get up, get dressed, and go back to the B&B.
Fuck it. It was worth a try.
He waited until Kyle was moving again before he spoke. “Hey, you okay?”
Kyle smiled. “More than. Sorry about the—”
“Fuck that. You think I care? Gave me a chance to catch my breath, didn’t it?” Okay, it wasn’t strictly true—he did care, because Kyle cared—but hopefully that was going to change with time. “Some blokes’d take it as a compliment, you know. Like I made you come so hard you passed out.” He grinned to show he was only joking, then reached out to stroke Kyle’s face, the beard soft and springy under his fingers. “Look, I know you said you don’t want me to stay the night, but could we just give it a go? I can kip in the spare room or on the sofa, whatever. I just wanna be here in the morning, you know?”
Kyle blinked a couple of times and didn’t answer straight off. Dev braced himself for a refusal.
What he actually got was, “If you want, we can give it a go.”
Dev stared, his chest tight, hardly daring to believe it. “Seriously?”
“Yes.” Kyle reached out to pull him close. “Stay with me.”