Page 109 of Resilience on Canvas

Before Henry could protest, Robert clutched tight to Henry’s shirt and yanked him in for a passionate kiss. When they collided, Henry moaned into Robert’s mouth. Quickly, Robert started removing Henry’s clothes, not breaking their kiss even for a second as he unfasted each of Henry’s shirt buttons. When Robert then tugged at the button on Henry’s pants, Henry pulled back a bit, but Robert followed him, leaning forward to keep their kiss continuous, not yet willing to part. Henry chuckled. Finally, once Robert had successfully unfastened the front of Henry’s pants, Henry pushed Robert’s shoulders back, forcing the two of them apart.

“Robert, I need to breathe a little,” he teased, shrugging out of his shirt.

Chuckling, Robert started unbuttoning his own shirt. “Yeah, well, enjoy the reprieve because the second I’m naked, I’m kissin’ you some more, and I won’t be lettin’ you break free so easily.”

Henry’s eyes flew wide. “Good Lord.”

Son of a bitch, Henry was cute.

Robert rushed to remove the rest of his clothes. By the time he looked back up, Henry was a mess of lust—naked by the edge of the bed, holding his own hard cock in his hand, pleasuring himself with slow, sensual strokes. He was sucking on that plump bottomlip of his, too, and his beautiful brown eyes were large and pleading and filled with want.

Robert’s stomach tumbled.

“You alright there, Hen?” Robert teased, removing his final piece of clothing—one off-white, hole-riddled cotton sock.

“Uhm, maybe?” Henry said, still stroking himself. “Just thinkin’ about what you said.”

Robert flung his sock toward the wicker laundry basket.

Grinning, he cocked an eyebrow and said, “Which part?”

“About you not lettin’ me break free,” Henry replied. “I like the thought of that.”

Robert strutted toward Henry, his heart starting to hammer from excitement.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Henry licked his lips and swallowed as Robert leaned in close. He let out a trembling breath and said, “I want you to take me like that. I’vebeenwanting it.”

“See, I knew I hadn’t been takin’ proper care of you,” Robert said in a low, throaty voice. He reached up and took a fistful of Henry’s hair. Henry winced, and Robert’s stomach tumbled some more when he saw the lust still shimmering in Henry’s eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want, Hen? You want me to be rough with you?”

“Yes,” Henry begged. “Please, yes, Robert.”

Henry’s plea sent a shiver of want up Robert’s spine, and he pulled Henry in for a kiss, crushing their lips together. Over and over, their lips met, impassioned moans tumbling from both of their lips as they climbed up on the bed and Robert settled on top of Henry.

Robert could only stand a few seconds of rolling his hips before he had to stop to rummage through their nightstand for the Vaseline. After he found it, he took a few fingers-full to lubricatehis shaft. Henry lifted his legs so that Robert could then lubricate him, too.

While Robert coated Henry’s pucker with the Vaseline, Henry let out a soft, needy whine, and Robert pushed one finger in to the middle knuckle. Henry sucked in a breath.

“Oh, God,” he breathed right before Robert crooked his finger slightly, trying to find that spot Henry liked so much. It wasn’t long before he felt what he was looking for. Gently, he pressed on it, and Henry’s hand shot out to clutch Robert’s thigh. “Easy, Robert. I’ll come.”

“I won’t play too much,” Robert said, moving his finger in and out a few times. “Just a little. Remember we found that this made it easier for you to take me?”

He pushed a second finger inside. Henry’s other hand shot out to twist the sheets. Robert had to fight to ignore his own throbbing need so he could finger-fuck Henry for a bit longer. In and out. In and out. Robert pushed a third finger into Henry’s hole, and the sensation caused Henry to murmur a hushed cuss word, his eyes screwing shut. Robert smirked.

“I won’t be takin’ it easy once I start fuckin’ you. Let me make sure yer ready for it.”

In and out.

After a little while longer, Henry said, “Can you fuck me now? Please?”

“God, well, if yer beggin’ for it...” Robert replied playfully.

He retracted his fingers before scooting forward on his knees to line himself up with Henry’s slick and ready hole. Henry rested his legs on Robert’s shoulders.

“Ready, little wolf?” Robert said, the tip of his cock touching Henry’s warm entrance.

Eagerly, Henry nodded. Robert jerked his hips forward, pushing himself inside. Gasping, Henry tensed, and Robert felt a pang of worry. He leaned forward to press a kiss to Henry’s lips.

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