Page 124 of Resilience on Canvas

Humming, Robert replied, “I’ve been waitin’ for it.”

With Robert’s wonderful words of permission echoing in his mind, Henry shifted his hips back. Then he thrust forward with everything he had, and Robert let out an impassioned cry.

“Jesus Christ, Hen,” he moaned. “Just like that.”

Henry’s heart stuttered.

Emboldened, Henry slammed into him once more, only to be rewarded with the most wonderful needy whimper. He continued fucking Robert this way—faster, harder, rougher—letting himself take what he wanted. Robert, meanwhile, continued to writhe and moan. Encouraged by Robert’s obvious pleasure, Henry let himself be the powerful, strong man he had always wanted to be.

Warmth shivered up Henry’s spine, pushing him toward the edge of release. Clenching his teeth, he tried his best to hold back,but every movement he made inched him closer. After only a few more thrusts, his balls started to lift, the skin tightening, and one more wave of ecstasy sent him over.

“I’m coming,” he rasped, his pleasure bursting forth.

Robert took hold of Henry’s hand and brought it to his cock.

“Finish me,” Robert said, his tone slightly commanding.

Immediately, Henry began to pump his fist, though his mind was still swimming from the intensity of his own orgasm. His cock hadn’t even softened yet. Slowly, Robert’s legs slipped from Henry’s shoulders as his mouth fell agape.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it, little wolf, that’s it,” he whispered. “Almost there.”

Robert’s cock started to pulse. Liquid pleasure spurted out, coating Henry’s hand.

“Oh my God,” Robert said, his breathing slightly ragged, face flush. “I love you.”

Henry wiped his hand on the sheets as he shifted his hips back, finally freeing his half-flaccid cock, and then he climbed up beside Robert to kiss him on the cheek.

“I love you too,” Henry said. He kissed Robert once more. “Did you like that?” Heart still pounding fiercely, he peppered more kisses on Robert’s cheek and neck. “Because I thought it was perfect.”

Chuckling, Robert wrapped Henry up in a half hug and pulled him close.

“I loved it. I thought it was perfect, too. I loved seein’ you unleash yer passion like that. It was like... it was like I couldfeelhow much you love me. With every Goddamn thrust.”

Henry hummed next to Robert’s ear. “Good, ’cause I wanted you to feel it.” He nuzzled Robert’s face, enjoying the feel of Robert’s scratchy stubble rubbing on his nose. “I wanted you toknowit, Robert. I’m yers and yer mine. Ain’t nothin’ in the whole world that could ever change that now.”

Robert turned and pulled Henry in for a kiss.

“Mine,” Robert said.

With a wicked chuckle, Henry caught Robert’s bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled.

“Mine.”

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The following Saturday, Henry and Clara were busy cooking city chicken for lunch while waiting for Robert and Joe to return from the beach with the kids. Rose was mashing up a bowl of potatoes that they could have on the side. As Henry placed the cereal-coated meat cubes that Clara had helped him prepare into the skillet, Clara came up beside him and sprinkled a bit of salt on top of them.

Once the meat started to sizzle, Henry looked over his shoulder and caught Rose’s eye.

“So, uhm, how was the meetin’ last night? At the theater?” he asked.

After supper the previous evening, Rose had said that she and Joe would be home late because the theater employing her had some big news. With the chaos in the house that morning, when the kids and Clara had come over for breakfast, Henry had forgotten to ask Rose and Joe what had happened.

“Good. No, wait,fantastic. Henry, you’ll never believe—”

Rose’s sentence was cut short when the twins burst into the house, with Joe and Robert following behind them. Robert wascarrying May on his shoulders, and he had to bend his knees to waddle through the entryway without causing May to smack her head on the frame. Robert continued to carry her across the open-style family room toward the kitchen while the twins ran off to their bedrooms to change. Warm fondness swirling in his chest, Henry smiled and turned back to the skillet to rotate the pieces of meat, but Clara placed a hand on his back.

“I’ll take over,” she said kindly. “Go on and hug my brother. I know you want to.”

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