Chapter 7 #7
Jesus fucking Christ, Leo was so in love with him. He was so, so in love with Joshua. But there was nothing here for them.
For one night, though, Leo could pretend.
His pulse skipped a beat, then resumed its hectic pace. He closed his eyes, head falling back into the pillow, and when Joshua nudged the tip of his finger inside, Leo exhaled and opened up for him.
* * *
Leo rolled the condom on Joshua using only his mouth. Yep, Joshua was ruined for anyone else.
His expression must have given him away, because Leo straightened with a smug little smirk, a contrast to those instances of uncertainty he’d shown at odd moments—instances that had made Joshua wonder just how much experience Leo actually had. Enough, clearly.
Joshua dragged him in for a kiss, and Leo stopped with his mouth just inches from Joshua’s. “I taste like latex,” he warned. Ignoring him, Joshua closed the gap between them.
Leo did taste like latex. Joshua kissed him anyway, licking into Leo’s mouth until the lingering hint of latex had faded, until they tasted like each other, pressed together from head to toe. The sheets rustled with each shift of their bodies.
Eventually, Leo shuffled up onto his knees, thighs on either side of Joshua’s hips, caging him in. He was gorgeous, Jesus Christ—all sharp angles. Joshua reached up to trace the curve of one arched eyebrow.
“Love your lashes,” he said. It came out too honest. Since it made Leo’s face relax into a smile, Joshua couldn’t bring himself to regret it.
“Flattery…”—Leo grasped the base of Joshua’s cock and lifted himself up—“will get you everywhere.”
With that, he sunk down.
Oh God, oh dear sweet mother of Jesus, holy—oh. Joshua squeezed his eyes shut and struggled to stay still, to not drive his hips up before Leo was ready to take him fully inside. The tight drag, excruciatingly slow, had him clench his hands into the duvet.
“Joshua.” Leo’s voice was quiet, but there was a hint of authority to it. “Look at me.”
Sucking in a breath through his teeth, Joshua pried his lids open.
Leo was watching him. His skin was awash in bronze, and Joshua took in the sight—Leo’s flat stomach and the sharp curve of his collarbones, his eyes so very blue, clear and focused.
The moment their gazes met, Leo twisted down, took Joshua all the way in, and Joshua couldn’t control the tiny, desperate twitch of his hips.
“Sorry,” he forced out, “sorry, sorry.”
Leo’s smile was brilliant. He clenched around Joshua, still watching him intently, and Joshua felt his stomach muscles flutter with it. “Good?” Leo asked, leaning down until their noses touched.
Joshua fought to form words. “Like you have to ask.”
“Tell me.” There was a curious edge of urgency to Leo’s voice, a need for reassurance etched into the line of his shoulders. “I need to know how you like it.”
By way of a response, Joshua rolled his hips up at the same time as he jerked Leo into a kiss, the angle awkward and strained. Still so, so good. Leo’s mouth opened for him. He shifted to meet Joshua’s thrust, bouncing a little before he steadied himself with a hand on Joshua’s shoulder.
When they parted, Leo’s eyes had lost their focus. He sat up with one hand still flat on Joshua’s chest, the other reaching down to lace their fingers.
Joshua squeezed back. “Your show,” he whispered. “Any way you want it, I’m game.”
It took a moment while Leo studied him, something almost reverent in his eyes.
Then Leo nodded, dipping down just long enough to steal another kiss, and sat up straighter, leaning back just slightly as he raised himself a few inches up and sank back down quickly.
His chest rose with a breath, fell as he exhaled, and still he was staring at Joshua.
Joshua couldn’t have looked away if he’d tried.
Again, Leo lifted up. This time, when he bounced down, he clenched around Joshua, a little twist to the motion. Joshua didn’t succeed in biting back his groan.
Leo used his free hand to flick his fringe out of his eyes.
Tightening his hold around Joshua’s fingers, he changed the angle, rising up onto his knees.
When he lowered himself back down, Joshua met him halfway.
Leo’s lips parted around a sigh, lashes trembling, a tinge of red to his cheeks and a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead.
Holy fuck, he was just… He was incredible. Incredible.
“Want to stay inside you forever,” Joshua told him. As soon as it was out, he wished he could take it back. Too much, too soon, too bloody intense.
Leo blinked and focused back on Joshua. Before he could ask a question Joshua didn’t know how to answer just yet, Joshua wrapped a hand around Leo’s cock. He gave it a tight stroke in counterpoint to Leo’s next bounce, just one, just enough for a little friction, before he let go again.
Eyes sliding shut, Leo dropped his head, chin against his chest. “Want you to,” he mumbled, scarcely intelligible, and—oh.
Oh.
Joshua clenched his free hand into a fist, dug his nails into his palm to keep from coming. His hold on Leo’s fingers never loosened.