Page 110 of I Think They Love You

Braylon laughs into a kiss. “What’d you have in mind?”

Denz draws back, thinking. There are so many options. So many things he hasn’t done to Braylon inyears. He could jerk him off. Swallow him to the root like Braylon did at his apartment…

No. He wants something else.

For Braylon, but also selfishly for himself.

He flops back into the place on the sheets he was five minutes ago. Big mistake. He scoots out of the sweaty-damp spot. Lower lip between his teeth, Denz eases his knees apart. He tilts his hips up, hoping Braylon understands.

A wildfire spreads across the sepia in Braylon’s eyes.

“Are you sure?”

Denz nods. “Mostly? Only ’cause, like. I ate all that junk during the movie and—”

Suddenly, the last piece clicks like a LEGO into place. That’s why Braylon only ate the seasoned fries. A handful of berries. One cookie. The reason he requested water instead of tea or more alcohol from the minibar.

He’d secretly planned to bottom all along. The bastard gave Denz an option knowing damn well what he wanted.

A tentative smirk pulls at Braylon’s mouth.

“I hate you,” Denz says, half laughing. “Yes. I want you to fuck me.”

“Fine, fine. If you insist.”

“I do. That is, if you don’t mind…” Denz trails off, too embarrassed to admit he’s nervous. Not about the sex. But how his body might react.

Braylon cups his chin, thumb stroking high on his cheek. His other hand tears another condom from the strip. Finds the lube.

“I’m quite sticky and sweaty,” Braylon begins. “Could use another shower.” He curls forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of Denz’s mouth. “I’m not worried about what happens. It’s natural.”

Denz’s fingers twist into the sheets.

Braylon’s so close, his voice gentle. “I’ll go slow,” he promises.

The soft, downy hairs on his legs tickle the back of Denz’s thighs. His hand slips from Denz’s jaw to his chest, riding the current of his accelerated breaths. All of Denz’s nerves connect to the eagerness blackening Braylon’s eyes.

“You don’t have to. Go slow, I mean. I’ve done—”

He doesn’t want to finish that sentence.

An unreadable expression circles Braylon’s face, then it’s gone. He nods once.

“We’ll go at your pace,” he says, serious.

Those words massage the tension from Denz’s chest. Ease the fears tightening his stomach. He allows Braylon’s slick hands to shift his thighs wider. His eyes flutter shut at the cold press of lube against his hole. He trembles around the first finger, then the next. The shaking doesn’t let up until Braylon whispers, “I think you’re ready,” and Denz’s entire body screams,YES.

“Please.”

“Tell me if it’s too much,” Braylon says against his jaw.

Denz exhales tightly when the head nudges in. A long beat passes before his body adjusts.

“It’s not,” he gasps.

“Good.” Braylon’s smile is imprinted onto the side of Denz’s neck. “Because you feel fuckingincredible.”

Denz isn’t sure if it’s the huskiness of Braylon’s voice. The way he cages Denz in. Sucks at Denz’s jumping Adam’s apple. Meets every one of Denz’s groans with a chest-deep grunt. Moves at a pace that’s so painfully gentle, it’s frustrating.

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