Sealed With a Kiss
THE SUN was low in the sky by the time they finished their meal, but they opted to walk from the restaurant to the hotel—it was only about a mile, and they’d slept a lot that day.
They found themselves half jogging to ward off the chill, but something—maybe the stateliness of the building, with its nineteenth century columns and white marble facade and green copper roof—must have called to them as they rounded the beach toward the parking lot.
The sun was hitting the water just right, sending it erupting into gold and crimson sparkles, and the hotel was a bright haven, beautiful and grand, and for a little bit of magical time, Anthony and Reg belonged there.
Life was so odd—one minute they were crouched in the cabin of an aging boat, hoping not to be thrown to the sharks, and the next minute, they were here, in this resort paradise, being swaddled and cared for.
Anthony paused and took Reg’s hand, chilled in spite of their run along the beach, and drew the back of it to his lips.
“What?” Reg asked, glancing away shyly as the breeze ruffled his hair and the sun reflected off the lenses of his glasses. Anthony was pulled forcibly back to the first time he’d wanted to kiss this man, and how Reg hadn’t believed he’d be the object of desire.
“I want you,” Anthony told him gruffly. “So very badly.” His entire body thrummed with it, ached with the need to pull Reg into his arms, and in spite of what they’d done already, of the comfort Reg seemed to feel sleeping in the same bed, or the night before, the delirious stroke of skin, it felt imperative in this moment for Reg to know he was… he was everything.
“I’m so glad,” Reg whispered, turning back to meet Anthony’s eyes. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
And Anthony absolutely had to kiss him then, to devour him. To take his mouth and sweep his tongue in, sliding his arms around Reg’s waist and thrusting his hands—cold, he knew—under Reg’s shirts, seeking out his heat.
Reg turned into his embrace, allowing himself to be plundered, twining his arms around Anthony’s neck and merging into Anthony’s heat, actively pursuing the kiss, the direction it was going, the touching of their bodies.
And again and again and again, until Anthony’s cock was aching in his jeans, until he pulled away, resting his heated forehead against Reg’s.
“You ready for some more of that sex thing?”
“Oh my God, yes,” Reg whispered. “My mother gave us lubricant, and we haven’t even used it!”
Anthony tilted his head back under the emerging stars and laughed. “We,” he said against Reg’s temple, “are going to have to fix that.” He licked Reg’s earlobe. “I’ll top first.”
“Like a primer,” Reg offered shyly, echoing Anthony’s words from the night before.
“We’ll learn together,” Anthony told him soberly and then turned and took his hand, lacing their fingers together before he led the way up to the hotel’s entrance and to their room.
Neither of them reached for the lights as their door closed behind them.
Instead they stood for a moment in the glow of the moon off the water and the still-graying sky.
Anthony wasn’t sure what Reg saw as they met each other’s eyes, but he saw the always shy but so brave, so amazing partner he’d been hungering for his entire adult life.
He saw his future, and he had no words.
So when Reg turned toward him and took his mouth, Anthony could only respond, could only kiss him back, taking over as he pushed under Reg’s shirts and pulled them over his head.
They kept kissing as they made for the bed, their hands fumbling for each other’s clothes, their feet trying not to trip as the puddles of cloth fell to the floor.
They kicked off their shoes almost at the same time and shucked their jeans, and then Anthony paused and held out a hand to pause Reg too.
Anthony really hadn’t had a chance to enjoy Reg’s body the night before. The sight of him, slender and lean but defined, was arresting—as was his taut stomach, leading down to the trimmed thatch of blond hair and a sizable cock.
Anthony smirked and ran his fingers around Reg’s fattening length.
“What?” Reg asked breathlessly.
“You, uhm, groomed.”
“It got stuck in my underwear,” Reg muttered, and Anthony laughed softly before falling to his knees to worship properly. He’d had enough male partners to know he enjoyed this, had tasted enough cocks to know Reg’s was especially sweet.
Reg gasped and knotted his fingers in Anthony’s hair before releasing. “Damn,” he muttered. “Isn’t it my turn to do this?”
Anthony thrust his head forward until Reg was deep in his throat and then pulled slowly back, gripping the shaft in one hand to stroke while he answered. “No. Not tonight. Tonight, I want to take you… everywhere.”
And with that he pulled Reg into his mouth again, sucking hard and slow.
He wanted Reg to come again, hard, down his throat.
Reg had forgotten to warn him last night, but Anthony didn’t care.
For that one moment in time, Reg hadn’t been worried about the future or making plans or figuring out how to fix the world.
For that moment, Reg had been focused on Reg and on what Anthony was giving him, and Anthony found that the power to distract Reg with lovemaking, with pleasure, was intoxicating.
Anthony had spent his entire life being the focus—of his parents, of his lovers. He wasn’t conceited, but he did tend to attract attention. His confidence did that; he was well aware of his privilege.
In this moment, with this kind, different, amazing person, he felt like all that attention that he’d been gifted with had been his training ground for how to give attention to somebody he cared for, somebody who deserved to be the center.
Reg suddenly made a sound of desperation, and his fingers, which had been cupping Anthony’s skull through his shaggy hair, tightened.
His knees wobbled, and Anthony’s urgent arousal hit him like an anvil over the head.
The center of his world was close to filling his mouth with come.
He pulled off long enough to say, “It’s okay—let go!” and then gripped Reg’s shaft and engulfed his head again and used his tongue and his palate and—
Reg’s groan of completion was almost enough to bring Anthony to climax.
The only reason he could hold off was that Reg needed him, as no other human ever had. Anthony swallowed rapidly, supporting Reg’s thighs as he wobbled, and nudged him to the bed where he could collapse, still spurting on Anthony’s chin as he pulled out.
“Oh God,” Reg whispered. “I… I….”
“Shh….” Anthony stood up, wiped his chin on his shoulder, and then soothed his lover, pulling the covers down and laying him back on the bed. “It’s okay. I’ve got ya.”
“But….” Reg’s hands were shaking, and he didn’t stop stroking Anthony’s face, his neck, his shoulders, his hair, as Anthony fussed. “You—”
“It’s okay… calm down. I’ve got a plan.” Gently, he removed Reg’s glasses, which had steamed up with their activity, and set them on the end table.
Reg’s mouth relaxed into a small smile. “A primer,” he said dutifully, and Anthony nodded.
“Yeah. Here—lay back. Let me. Don’t worry, baby, I know what I’m doing.”
And what he was doing was lifting Reg back up to where he’d been so they could both fly together.
He started off with small kisses—across his chest, across his stomach, nothing too intense. No nipples, no tickling. Just easy, sweet touches that soothed Reg’s shattered senses and realigned them back to pleasure again.
This time, Anthony rolled between Reg’s spread thighs and told Reg to hand him the small bottle of lubricant on the end table. Reg made the pass, his hazel eyes wide and grave as he stared down his own body to where Anthony was gazing up at him.
“I trust you,” he whispered.
“Good,” Anthony told him. “This won’t be any fun if you don’t enjoy yourself. Now lay back and touch whatever feels good.”
Reg brought one hand down to fist in the sheets by his hip, and the other one he used to stroke Anthony’s cheek.
That was sweet, Anthony thought as he dumped some slick on his fingers and gently began to probe at Reg’s cleft. But unnecessary.
Reg gasped, and those fingers clenched in Anthony’s hair again as Anthony licked his salty cock, which fattened once more.
Oh yes. That was more like it. Carefully, carefully, he probed at Reg’s entrance, gratified when Reg pushed against him, opening up and allowing him in. He stroked, easily at first and then harder, and then with two fingers, as Reg not-so-quietly lost his mind under his touch.
“Oh… oh God. Anthony, I’m ready. I swear I’m ready. I’m… come here, baby. I want you!”
And that was what Anthony had needed.
With a lunge he was hovering above Reg, aligning his hard, weeping cock with Reg’s gate, and then he pushed.
Reg was gibbering by this time, but he wasn’t afraid. He was demanding Anthony keep going. He clutched at Anthony’s shoulders and arched his hips, widening his thighs as wantonly as he could. “Oh yes,” he chanted. “Oh yes… oh yes… oh yes… please—”
And Anthony thrust all the way in and stayed, shaking with the need to fuck, but taking care of Reg first.
“Oh wow,” Reg breathed, squeezing his eyes shut in concentration. “Oh—oh yes. Oh yes. That’s… oh God, Anthony. Please—move. Move… f-f-f—f—”
“Sure,” Anthony whispered, pleased beyond words. “I’ll fuck you so good.”
And he pulled his hips back a little and snapped them forward, gratified by the deep groan that rocked them both where they were joined. “Yes…,” Reg gasped, and Anthony did it again.
And again and again, some part of him amazed how something so primal, so ancient pounding in his blood, could feel so brand-new as he did this with the one person he wanted to be bonded to for the rest of his life.
That person who was currently lost and begging in Anthony’s arms.
“Oh God… how do I—oh God, Anthony!”
Anthony slowed down and nuzzled his temple. “Slow down,” he whispered. “If you need more, touch more. Touch your nipples, your cock. This is your experience, Registrar. Take it.”