Sealed With a Kiss #2
Reg moaned again, but Anthony felt the sting of his fingernails as he scored them along Anthony’s shoulders and almost laughed in exultation.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” he murmured. “Again!”
Reg did it again, arching against him as he thrust forward, wrapping his legs around Anthony’s thighs to urge him on again.
And again! And again!
But this time with Reg as an active participant, up, up, up, up, right up until—
“Anthony!” he cried, his body clenching so hard around Anthony that his vision washed white, then red, as he spasmed, convulsed, and came.
Anthony let out his own cry, burying his face in the hollow of Reg’s shoulder while rutting hard in Reg’s body, stuttering with need, with climax, with ejaculation.
The waves crashed through them for what seemed like forever, robbing them of time, of place, of everything but the saltiness of Reg’s skin against Anthony’s tongue as he pulled a taste of smooth shoulder into his mouth in the throes of passion.
Finally it was over, and he released Reg’s skin with a pop, hazily heartened by Reg’s dreamy chuckle.
“What?” he mumbled, realizing they were still joined, but barely, as his passion receded and the wash of come in Reg’s chamber pushed him out.
“I’m gonna have a hickey,” Reg said, and Anthony chuckled too.
“And a sore asshole,” he said, trying to be a little remorseful about that and failing.
He wanted Reg to feel different in the morning. Wanted him to remember, with every move, with every breath, that they’d shared themselves intimately, that he was Anthony’s, inside and out.
“Mmm…,” Reg murmured. “Maybe not too sore. Would you believe my mom snuck witch hazel pads in my backpack?”
“Oh my God.” With that Anthony managed to detach himself and roll away—but not too far. “Thanks for waiting until afterward to tell me that.”
“It’s sort of a boner killer,” Reg admitted. His movements were discombobulated, like a newborn deer’s, and Anthony put a hand on his stomach to stop him.
“Don’t cross your legs,” he commanded. “You’re glorious like that.”
The moonlight through the window showed him, splayed and wanton, his abdomen covered in thick come, his pupils blown with passion and darkness and glory, and still recovering.
“Need a blanket…,” Reg mumbled, but he stopped moving.
“Let me wash you off first,” Anthony told him, rolling over to kiss his shoulder. “Please.”
“Okay,” Reg said, staring at him with the sort of look Anthony had always dreamed of. In that moment, Registrar Julliard Royal was fully aware of nothing else in the world but Anthony Patrick McCauley.
“I’ll be right back.”
He took his time, cleaning himself off first in the bathroom and then bringing the warm washcloth in to take care of Reg. He brought a hand towel to put under his hips so the giant wet spot wouldn’t be too uncomfortable, and then had Reg roll sideways so he could clean his backside.
“This is so embarrassing,” Reg mumbled, but Anthony only smiled and kept to his task.
“It’s beautiful,” he murmured, kissing Reg’s naked hip. “You’re beautiful. Look what you let me do to you.”
Reg’s throaty laughter rumbled in Anthony’s stomach, and he shivered, setting the washcloth aside and climbing onto the bed with Reg, pulling the blanket up over their shoulders and spooning him from behind.
“Anthony,” Reg said softly, sounding like he was close to sleep. “Did you, uhm, wash yourself while you were at it?”
Anthony smiled and arched against Reg’s ass a little so Reg could feel Anthony’s clean nakedness. “Yep. Thoroughly.”
“So, uhm, if we wake up, can I give the blowjob?”
Far away, Anthony felt the distant buzz of arousal and thought that maybe two hours would do it. “God yes,” he hummed.
“Good. Anthony?”
“Reg?”
“I love you. A lot.”
“I love you back. More.”
“Mm. Doubt it.”
But Anthony didn’t. He couldn’t imagine any human on earth loving somebody more than he loved Reg Royal.
TWO DAYS later, as they repacked their backpacks—and the tote bag they’d filled with keepsakes and trinkets—and prepared to leave, Anthony watched as Reg took a third “one more look” into the bathroom and smiled.
He’d been wrong that first night. He could love somebody more than he loved Reg that night after lovemaking. He could love Reg more and more each day.
By the time they were old, he thought with satisfaction, they’d be transcendent with how much they loved each other.
That was the plan, anyway.
“Reg, we’ve got everything,” he said patiently.
Reg turned to him, frowning. “Are you sure?” he asked, eyeing their luggage, such as it was.
“Yeah, baby, I’m sure. What do you think we’ve forgotten?”
To his delight, Reg’s cheeks went scarlet. “Just… you know.” He glanced away shyly—although he hadn’t been that shy in bed over the last three days. Not after that first night. He’d been voracious, and demanding, and sexy, and Anthony adored that change in him.
“What?” Anthony moved up to wrap his arms around Reg’s waist, knowing Reg would use their slight height difference to rest his cheek on Anthony’s shoulder. He knew that now—it was wonderful.
“It feels like we should have a big suitcase or something, because I feel like my whole world has changed.”
Anthony held him tighter. “We’ve got us,” he said softly. “And I think we’ve proved that’s all we need.”
It was a good thing he’d decided that, because life has a way of throwing curve balls when people aren’t paying attention.