29. Cheot Sarang #5
“You have to stop, or we can’t…” He smiled into Theo’s mouth as he pulled him in for a kiss, and they both crawled onto the bed, still kissing, the awkward angles of their mouths as they moved making them both laugh.
Then Dae rolled Theo onto his back and leaned over him, kissing him with an intensity that made his erection throb.
No one in the world had ever been kissed the way Theo was being kissed: raw, unguarded, and hungry.
But then Dae pulled away, and Theo let out a visceral whine. Dae stretched to reach into the drawer at his bedside table while keeping their bodies pressed together—an act Theo was grateful for, since he could no longer survive without Dae’s skin on his.
The cap of the lube popped, and Dae squeezed some on his fingers, rubbing them together before his hand drifted between Theo’s legs.
“Ugghmmmmmm, Dae.” He arched into the sensation as Dae’s finger teased his sensitive ridges, then slid into him, pulsing, gently working him open.
Theo’s head dropped back and he lost the part of his mind hadn’t already been shattered as Dae’s mouth moved to his neck.
Dae took his time, sliding in another finger and hitting a spot that made Theo tremble.
“Fuck, Dae.” He could barely speak. He needed him. “Please.”
“Are you…”—his voice was a husky breath—“begging?”
“Yes.”
Dae crushed his mouth onto Theo’s for one more intense kiss before he got on his knees between Theo’s legs, lifting him to put a pillow under his lower back. He squeezed more lube to stroke himself, then his hand was on Theo’s hip, his other guiding himself in, and—
“Ohgodfuckingyes, Dae.”
He went slowly at first, gently entering him inch by incredible inch until he was buried, then he stayed there, his breath thick, his fingers digging into the flesh of Theo’s hip, their eyes locking.
Theo had never wanted anyone the way he wanted Dae. He wrapped his legs around him, urging him as he started moving, igniting every nerve in his body.
“Theo.” The sound of his name dripping from Dae’s mouth almost sent him over the edge. “You feel…fuck.”
“Harder, Dae. I want all of you.”
“Hmm.” He complied, lifting Theo’s leg to his chest and shifting his angle, hitting the sensitive spot inside him that made every molecule in Theo’s body sing.
“Yes,” he panted, pushing Dae’s back with his heels. “Yes, yes, yes, I’m—”
Dae took hold of him, stroking as intense pleasure ripped through him.
“Uugggghhhjesus.” Dae’s own body shook and Theo felt the warmth inside him.
He watched his face, mesmerized by the beauty of his release, wanting to make it happen as many times as possible in a lifetime.
Then Dae bent, collapsing on top of him, giving him lazy, wet kisses as they both caught their breath.
Theo breathed in the smell of sex. “I would like to do that seventy-five more times tonight, please.”
Dae laughed, low and rough. “I’ll do my best.”
“Hey.” Theo wrapped his arms around him, running his fingers over his sweaty skin. “You know how much I love you, right?”
“I’m beginning to gather evidence of that, yes.”
They shared a soft, lovely smile, then Dae rolled to his side, pulling Theo into his chest and running his hands through his hair. “So,” he whispered, as if telling a secret, “you want to be one of those annoying couples who make everyone around them sick?”
“Yes. And I want you to hug me from behind when I’m making dinner or whatever.”
“You never make dinner.”
“Or whatever.” Theo felt Dae’s chuckle rumble through his chest. “Is there anything you want?”
“Hmmmm.” He rubbed the top of Theo’s head with his chin as he thought. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you in that Princess Bride outfit again.” Theo laughed and Dae shrugged. “I’m a simple man.”
They cuddled for a while, music from a late-night party pumping through the floorboards, mixed with shouted conversations and singing. The heating kicked in, emitting a steady hum as if it wanted to be part of the fun.
“Dae, why did you break up with Jacinda?”
Dae twisted his head to look at him. “Did seeing her tonight drudge up your old curiosity?”
“It didn’t need to be drudged up; it always simmered under the surface.”
“Ah.” He smiled and kissed the top of his head. “That summer, she asked me point-blank if I was in love with you.”
“What?” Theo pushed himself up to his elbow, his sticky skin peeling from Dae’s. “What did you say?”
“Nothing. That was the problem. I couldn’t deny it.” He reached up to move a piece of sweaty hair off Theo’s forehead. “Ruined a great relationship with an awesome girl because I couldn’t get a pink-haired doofus out of my heart.”
Theo knew his smile was dopey, but he couldn’t help it.
Dae was coy and comfortable and teasing and flirty; it was like nothing he’d ever seen.
They’d teased each other before, but this was different.
Everything was different, everything, everything, every little thing, down to how cute his hair was when it was messy.
And how Theo could reach over and smooth it.
And the way Dae’s eyes closed as he did, like the touch of his fingertips was enough to make him want more.
“Dae, I think I’ve been yours my whole life too.”
Both of his dimples appeared with his soft, lovely smile. “Theo.”
“Hmm?”
He looked down at the sweaty, damp sheets. “We’re sleeping in your bed tonight.”