Chapter 18 #2
He tugged at the fabric and didn't stop until he'd gotten Ezra naked waist-up.
Gently, he pushed him onto the bed and crawled over him.
Nuzzling along his throat, he fastened his lips on his collarbone.
As the scent of arousal filled the air, Rourke groaned.
He caressed Ezra's nipple, played with the barbell until he was squirming underneath him, then he fastened his lips over it and sucked.
"Rourke." It came out breathy and his eyes were like black pools.
"Yes?"
"Ugn."
Grinning, Rourke went back to work. Need surged inside when Ezra pushed against him, and he moved one hand to undo his jeans. The hard length strained against his underwear, and Rourke was more than a little pleased. This was so different from the previous times.
"Fuck, you're hot. I want to eat you."
Ezra's eyes widened, and his mouth fell open, but no sound came.
Rourke got the jeans, underwear, and socks off. He allowed his gaze to sweep over Ezra as he dropped everything to the floor. His studded cock was straining, the head flushed, and a drop of precome glistened at the tip.
Running his hands over his legs, up over his knees, and onto his thighs, he bent over Ezra and licked him from root to tip. "The scary cock."
Ezra gave a strained chuckle, which had Rourke grinning. "I've never been as terrified of a dick as I am of this one."
Ezra huffed, but it turned into a groan as Rourke took him in deep.
"I didn't think you were terrified of anything." He shuddered as Rourke teased his slit with his tongue.
"Terrified might be the wrong word. I fear one of these things will come off or I'll hurt you by tugging at them."
Ezra shook his head. "They won't come off."
Rourke wished he'd take them off, but--his body, his choice. And considering how much had been taken from him, Rourke would never ask it of him.
He reached for the bedside table drawer and grabbed the lube. Ezra froze. "What are you doing?"
"Lube."
A guarded look took over his eyes.
"I'm gonna show you something, and if you don't like it, we'll do something else." He wanted to bury himself in Ezra. Badly. His cock throbbed and his entire being ached with need.
Ezra narrowed his eyes. "I remember the last time you took out that bottle."
Rourke grinned at him. "Yeah, but then you were terrified. Now you're not."
"I'm not?"
"No, honey. You know I'd never hurt you." He slowly lowered his mouth over Ezra's length as he uncapped the lube and wet his fingers. He caressed his hole, his cock jerking in his jeans as he imagined pushing into the tight heat.
Ezra didn't speak, didn't so much as breathe, and Rourke cooed at him, though his mouth was full. He sucked and licked, teased and nuzzled, and all the while he was petting Ezra's opening.
When Ezra squirmed, Rourke pushed in with one finger. Ezra stilled, but when Rourke sucked him in deep, he moaned and clenched around him.
With slow, careful motions, he pumped his finger in and out of Ezra without letting up on the blowjob.
"Rourke." Ezra's legs shook, and he writhed on the bed.
Rourke lined up a second finger and pushed in.
"Ah..." Ezra tilted his chin toward the ceiling, and Rourke grinned. Then he hooked his fingers and searched for the right spot.
When he found it, a jolt went through Ezra, and he grabbed for Rourke.
"There we go."
Ezra made an unintelligible sound, and Rourke let go of his cock and focused on his sweet spot. Shortly after, he pushed in with a third finger, and Ezra stilled anew.
"Relax." He found the spot again, and Ezra curled a leg around him. Perfect. He bent and kissed his stomach, grazed his hip bone with his teeth before licking his cock right over all the piercings.
"Rourke."
"Can I fuck you, Ezra? Please." He needed to. Heat was already pooling in his balls and tingles were dancing over his skin.
Ezra nodded, and Rourke was off the bed in the next instance, tearing his clothes off, and grabbing for the lube anew. He slicked himself up and crawled back onto the bed.
Ezra made to turn around, but Rourke stopped him, hefted his left leg over his arm, and positioned himself. As the tip of him nudged Ezra's entrance, he sought eye contact.
He held onto his gaze as he slowly pushed in. Ezra gritted his teeth but didn't try to move away as he had last time. Rourke wasn't small, but Ezra could take him. He'd been fine last time, and this was much more enthusiastic. "Breathe." The reminder was as much for himself as it was for Ezra.
Ezra nodded and closed his eyes for a moment. Rourke held still until the vise-like grip around him eased a fraction. Then he pulled back only to push back in. He repeated the action a few times and shivers chased each other along his back.
"Feel so fucking good."
He adjusted the angle and was rewarded with a surprised grunt from Ezra.
Grinning, he captured his lips in a messy kiss.
"That's how it's done." Then he surged into Ezra over and over, making sure to hit the spot every time until Ezra was clawing at the bedding, meeting his motions, and making a steady stream of sweet noises. Fucking hot.
"Rourke." Desperation was clear on Ezra's face, his body squeezing Rourke tighter and tighter, making an electric current race from the soles of his feet to his groin.
Rourke shifted his weight onto one hand and wrapped the other around Ezra's cock. The sound leaving him was close to a wail, and he squeezed his legs against Rourke's sides. Then the telltale pulses came, and he spurted all over his stomach.
Rourke followed with a growl, white light taking over his vision, and his entire body on fire.
The glow in his chest wrapped around them both.
He didn't know if it did, but it was what it felt like, and he breathed in shudders as his claws threatened to spring forth.
He clutched at Ezra, gently biting his shoulder as he fought not to let his teeth shift.
Fucking hell. He was dizzy, his limbs heavy, and he wanted to crawl inside Ezra.
He gave a gentle thrust which was met by a moan.
"Are you okay?" He nipped at Ezra's shoulder before taking his mouth in a lazy kiss. Halfway through, Ezra nodded, which Rourke took to mean he was.
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