Chapter 21 #2
Felix rubbed his cheek against Brett’s chest and hummed. “I’m good.” He rubbed his cheek again, and this time, the bristles from his five o’clock shadow grazed over Brett’s nipple, causing him to inhale quickly. Felix paused before doing it again, and Brett’s cock took interest.
His nipples had always been sensitive, not that he’d told anyone or had any partners that he was comfortable enough giving his secrets to, but at that moment, he couldn’t stop his reaction.
Felix glanced up at him, a mischievous smile on his face, and licked the tip, sending fire streaking down his spine and into his dick.
Something must’ve shown on his usually stone-cast face because Felix did it again, and again, and then took the entire disc into his mouth, sucking on it while flicking his tongue against the tip.
Brett could barely breathe. His cock twitched with each ministration, and sweat beaded on his forehead, but he couldn’t get enough air to tell him to stop.
If that was even what he wanted to say. Felix pulled his hand free from Brett’s grasp and used his fingers on the other nipple, sending more fireworks to his groin, and Brett slid his fingers through Felix’s hair, gripping tightly.
Felix moaned against his skin and sucked harder.
It wouldn’t take much more for Brett to come undone, but he refused to do it without Felix getting something from it.
Tightening his hold on his hair, Brett pulled him away, revelling in the mewl of disagreement from him.
Instead, he pulled him up, bringing their lips almost touching.
“You’ve played enough,” he said between gritted teeth. “My turn.”
He flipped them over, putting Felix on his back, and settled between his legs.
His fingers found their way beneath the hem of his T-shirt and across his stomach.
It clenched beneath him, but Brett didn’t stop, taking the fabric with him as his fingers went higher and higher.
When the T-shirt bunched beneath Felix’s armpits, Brett raised an eyebrow, and Felix lifted his arms, pulling it over his head and onto the floor.
He had seen Felix’s naked body before, but he had been sure to keep his gaze professional whenever it happened at work, and when they had been together in the chapel, they had not been naked.
So, having Felix at his mercy, in his bed, was something he could definitely get used to.
His fingers continued their exploration while his mouth began its journey across his chest to the little mounds that were waiting for him.
Felix’s chest heaved as Brett’s lips curved around his nipples, and Brett smiled, grateful the man was as sensitive there as he was—it would make for a fun game of tit-for-tat one day—but he didn’t stay there for long.
His mouth travelled further south, his tongue dipping into the valleys of his muscles, until he reached the waistband of his briefs.
He paused, gaze meeting Felix’s, whose eyes were bright and clear, and finally slipped his fingers inside, sliding them down and over his cock before leaning up to pull them off completely and returning to his position.
Felix’s cock was magnificent. He’d felt it in the chapel and shower, seen it from afar previously, but it was a sight to behold.
Long with a slight curve and uncut. God, what Brett wanted to do with it.
What Brett would do with it. After a glance up at its owner, he licked around the head with a flat tongue, getting it nice and wet, and then took it into his mouth.
He usually enjoyed dirty talk during sex because it enhanced the experience for both of them, but his mouth was currently occupied.
Felix’s hands found his head, and as his fingers gripped his hair, Brett increased his speed.
He sucked, licked, stroked, tongued, nipped and everything in between while he took Felix higher and higher.
His free hand rolled his balls, squeezing and pulling in time with his mouth, and then, when he felt Felix’s body tense further, he pressed a finger against his pucker and massaged.
Not even a second later, Felix growled and released into his mouth, his hands tightening to a painful grip, but Brett loved every minute.
He kept going, sucking and stroking until Felix hissed.
Then Brett slipped him free and rose above him, holding himself on his hands as he looked down at him.
“Fuck, Brett. That was…” Felix sighed and blinked up at him.
Brett smiled. “Good.” He leaned down and kissed him, a brief peck meant to help him come down from the high, but Felix had other ideas. His hands went to his hair again, keeping him in place as his lips devoured him. Felix pulled harder, and Brett dropped to his elbows, their chests colliding.
“Fuck me, Brett,” Felix said when they came up for air. “Make me yours again,” he whispered.
“I don’t know if you’re ready—”
Felix put a finger over his mouth. “I am. Nothing happened to me in that way. I promise you. But I want you. I need you. I’m yours, and I want to feel you inside me again.”
Brett licked his lips. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
Felix rolled his eyes, sending heat flaring through him.
Brett kissed him, unable to deny him. It was so different from their time in the chapel when he had been all business and never even got the opportunity to kiss him, but this time, he wanted everything.
Just in case they never got the chance again, he wanted everything.
He pulled away for a moment, grabbing the lube from the drawer beside him, and sat upright.
He lubed his cock and then added more to his finger so he could get Felix ready.
There wasn’t a plug this time, and he wanted to make sure Felix could take him without pain.
One finger rubbed his pucker, spreading the lube around, and then he pressed inside.
Felix’s eyelids fluttered, and Brett continued, adding more fingers to stretch every few minutes, until he was taking four fingers easily and panting like he had just run a marathon.
“Please, fuck, Brett. Sir. Please.” His hands clenched the bedsheets.
Brett removed his fingers and held his cock to his entrance.
Meeting his gaze again, his chest tightening with what he saw, he slid inside, every expression that flew across Felix’s face held in his mind as he took him.
Once he bottomed out, he stayed there, lowering himself to his elbows and sliding his arms beneath Felix’s back.
Felix slid his own arms around Brett’s neck and his legs around his waist until they were both wrapped around each other as closely as possible.
Brett lowered his mouth for a kiss as he began to move.
He couldn’t go hard and fast in that position, but he could go deep, and that was what he did.
Holding tightly to the man who meant the world to him, he continued his movements until Felix tensed and came, his liquid warming their stomachs, and while his body clenched down around Brett’s cock, he held deep and came himself.
Despite the orgasm being slow and meandering, it was the most earth-shattering experience he had ever had.
“Holy shit,” Felix muttered. “When can we do that again?” He cleared his throat. “Sir.”
Brett’s cock pulsed again at the word, and he met Felix’s gaze. “Maybe next time I need to tie you up,” he muttered.
Felix’s ass clenched around him. “Oh, yes, please.” His cheeks darkened. “Maybe I need to tie you up, too,” he murmured.
Brett chuckled, leaning down for another kiss even as his cock slipped free. “Maybe.” His hands held Felix’s head as he ravished him, but then he rested their foreheads together. “This is going to change things, Felix,” he murmured.
“I know. And we’ll deal with whatever those changes need to be.”
Brett sighed and rested his head on Felix’s chest, not caring that they were stuck together, while his lover brushed his fingers through his hair.
He’d just put them in exactly the position that Carl and Foster had been in—a position he had wanted no one on his team to be in again—and that wasn’t good.
But there was no chance of his giving it up. Giving him up. Not now.
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