Page 108 of I Think They Love You

Denz isn’t ready for how quickly Braylon scurries off him. Kicks out of his boxers. For him hovering over Denz again, naked. His thick erection bobs from a nest of neatly trimmed dark hair, a stark contrast from the very shaved groin Denz remembers from college.

Jesus,he’s not gonna make it to the next step.

Braylon tugs at the waistband of Denz’s boxers. His eyes ask,Can I?and Denz nods, lifting his hips. When he’s nude, Denz pushes his head into the pillows. He lets Braylon study him with pupils blown wider and darker than a solar eclipse.

“Okay?” Denz asks.

“Quite.”

His hands slide up Braylon’s chest. He thumbs brown nipples. Relishes the euphoric hiss Braylon releases. All his nerve endings catch fire as Braylon falls on top of him. He hitches his legs up and Braylon’s hands reach under to cup his ass.

Instinctively, he clenches around nothing.

“You’re so— Fuck.” Braylon meets every one of his impulsive thrusts. “I want you so much, I—”

Denz pushes Braylon’s shoulders until he can see his face. His fingers skim a prickly jaw. “Shut yourBridgertonmouth and—”

Braylon kisses him roughly.

Everything behind Denz’s eyelids explodes.

They move like that for minutes. Kissing. Rotating their hips so their erections meet over and over. Denz’s belly is wet and sticky. He doesn’t think either one of them can last, but—fuck everything—he wants them to.

He wants…

He jerks out of the kiss, gasping. Braylon watches him with flushed skin.

“Can we…?” Denz starts, wiggling until he’s no longer ten seconds from ruining a pretty hot moment. “I mean, how are we gonna,y’know.”

Braylon smirks, and Denz wants to punch him.

In college, someone always initiated this part. The fucking. They were both versatile, so it was never a fight over who was what position. Usually, they went with whoever started the touching, the kissing, undressing. But Denz doesn’t know if Braylon’s still that way.

If that side of him has changed too.

“I don’t mind being the—” He stumbles with words. “If you’re not into…”

Wow, when did he turn into a sixteen-year-old virgin? He’s literally had sex on a public bathroom counter. Why can’t he say top or bottom?

Something flashes in Braylon’s eyes. Gracelessly he says, “I’m still both. So. Well. Whatever you prefer?”

“Do you want to—”

“Not if you’d like to—”

“Well, I thought you might since—” Denz gestures to himself, pushed against the mattress, Braylon braced on his elbows above him. It’s impossible not to get distracted by the way the muscles in Braylon’s forearms flex.

“What if that means—” Braylon cuts himself off, blushing again.

“Come on now.” Denz grins. “Don’t threaten me with a good time and then go shy.”

Braylon’s dramatic huff ghosts minty breath against Denz’s lips.

“What if I wanted to ride you?”

Denz’s brain goes offline. When he finally manages to reboot, blinking out of a daze, he says, “Yeah. I’m good with that.”

Everything in his head moves at light speed. He’s no help with the condom. Braylon pinches the tip, slowly unrolls the latex down Denz’s aching cock. With a steady hand, he applies a generous amount of lube. He leans up to coat himself.

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