Page 109 of I Think They Love You

Denz wants to offer assistance, if only to see what his fingers across Braylon’s hole does, but he’s drunk all over again. Caught in a wave of intoxication as Braylon repositions himself. His body welcomes Denz like the sand embracing the tide.

Their next kiss is deep and thorough.

Denz’s gasps are a verse. Braylon’s whimpers are a bridge. Their moans build to a chorus, echoing noisy half sentences they’ll never repeat in the daylight.

It’s easy to fall back into a routine. Denz’s hips lifting and falling. His fingers stroking Braylon’s spine. Braylon’s hands splayed on either side of Denz’s head as he rocks down smoothly. Sweat slicks their skin, adding to the symphony their bodies create.

Denz’s eyes slide shut. He can’t watch Braylon’s expressions. The blissed-out one. Hard lines melting into soft ones. Instead, helistens for cues: the mewls and hitched breaths and, “Deeper, yes,there.”

He obeys.

Braylon arches into a perfect bow. He squeezes and relaxes, his rhythm never faltering.

How is he still so great at this?

Denz focuses on lasting a minute longer. Then three minutes. Five. Whatever it takes for Braylon to reach that point where he bites his lip hard. Shivers while falling apart on Denz’s cock.

He doesn’t know when Braylon notices how on edge he is. When his tempo slows. When he leans close enough to skim their lips together in an unsealed promise.

“Hey.”

Denz peeks one eye open. “Ugh. Yeah?”

Braylon grins. “You can.”

“Can what?”

“You know.”

Denz exhales a laugh, shaking his head. “You can’t say it, can you?”

Braylon narrows his eyes. He whispers sternly, “Come inside me,Denzel.”

That’s it. Denz blacks out. One day in the future, someone will tell him how loud he whined. Kissed his name off swollen lips. Cupped Braylon’s ass, held him in place, and sank deep into him until it felt like endless warmth surrounded his whole body.

Someone will tell him how Braylon shivered. Describe the extreme reverie in his expression when Denz came undone underneath him. How long it took him to catch his breath, smiling against Braylon’s shoulder.

One day, he’ll remember it all and wish he didn’t say, “I really need to pee” immediately afterward.

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Denz should’ve stayed in the bathroom longer.

After discarding the condom, a quick pee, washing himself up, and running a face cloth under warm water for Braylon, he returns to the bedroom and stops short.

Lying on his side, on top of the covers, Braylon smiles lazily. The electric blues and purples from the city melt across his sweat-slick skin. His head’s propped up by one hand, curls disheveled. The other hand is cupped over his groin. He can’t hide his erection.

“Fuck,” Denz hisses.

Braylon chuckles. “Think we just did.”

“No, I mean.” He shakes his head. “You didn’t get off.”

In all the messy kisses, frantic movements, the orgasm stretching through his skin until he was certain it’d rip off, he didn’t pay attention to Braylon’s needs. Denz came, then ran off to the bathroom. He’s an asshole.

Braylon shrugs. “No worries.”

“Hell no.” Denz marches over to the bed, dropping the cloth on the sheets. He crouches over Braylon. “We’re fixing this. Now.”

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