Page 87 of Resilience on Canvas

Henry let out a low chuckle and pulled back, releasing Robert’s cock from his hand.

“Goodness, Robert, I’ll finish even though we’ve barely started if you keep that up.”

Robert stopped moving his fist and let his hand fall to the floor of the truck bed.

“Dammit, Hen, I’m sorry,” he said. “I lost myself for a minute there.”

“We have the whole night. Ain’t like I’m tired or nothin’. Heck, I spent half of today’s drive sleepin’ on you.” Henry kissed Robert’s cheek. Somehow, even though they’d been kissing passionately only seconds before, the feather-light feel of Henry’s lips brushing his skin was making Robert’s stomach somersault some more. “What had you so fired up? Did you miss touching me that much?”

“Well, yeah, but it’s somethin’ else too. I was thinkin’ of somethin’ I’ve been wantin’ to try together.”

“Yeah?” Henry’s eyebrows rose. “What?”

Robert’s cheeks began to burn. “Maybe we could...” His eyes flitted to Henry’s cock and then back up to meet his eyes. “Maybe we could taste each other.”

“Taste each other?” Henry’s brows furrowed in confusion, but then not one second later, his eyes widened. Had there been more sunlight, Robert knew he’d have seen that Henry was blushing, too. “Goodness.”

Before Robert could confirm that Henry might be interested in trying what he had proposed, Henry’s lips crashed into his. He began kissing Robert so forcefully, it had Robert wondering whether Henry might be leaving a bruise. Robert started to laugh.

Henry was practically panting when he pulled away.

“Who first?” Henry said, his words tumbling out so fast, Robert could barely understand them. “Me or you?”

“Ah...” Anxious excitement swirled in Robert’s stomach. “Either.”

Henry began pushing on Robert’s shoulders, coaxing him onto his back.

“Maybe me? I mean, maybe I can be the one to kiss you? Down there?” He started kissing Robert’s neck and then traveled lower. Robert’s breath caught when Henry reached his chest. Even feeling Henry kiss him over the fabric of his shirt was exciting. “Can I?”

Robert huffed a laugh, the sight of Henry’s mouth moving toward his waiting cock making his heart hammer so hard, it seemed as though it might break free of his rib cage.

“Jesus, wait for me to respond, will ya?” Robert teased. Henry stopped kissing his stomach and looked up expectantly, his eyes large and hopeful and filled with lust. Robert ran a hand through Henry’s hair. “Yeah, you first, little wolf.”

Henry went right back to kissing Robert, first lifting Robert’s shirt and focusing on Robert’s stomach and then moving over to Robert’s bare hip. Finally, Henry stopped to hover that perfect mouth of his—those beautiful, plump lips—right over Robert’s waiting cock.

Henry then pressed a soft, wet kiss to the head, and Robert nearly came on the spot. Somehow, by some Goddamn miracle, he managed to hold himself back. Henry licked his lips, letting out a low hum like he was savoring the taste. Robert’s eyes rolled back, and then he shut them with a moan. Jesus Christ, that was the most fantastic thing he had ever seen.

Before Robert could even reopen his eyes, he felt Henry’s mouth on him again. Henry wrapped his lips around the entire head of Robert’s cock, and the sudden warmth sent a surge of pleasure pulsing through Robert’s veins, pushing him close to the edge.

And then Henry sucked. Just the tiniest bit.

Holy. Hell.

Another rush of pleasure, one stronger than Robert had ever felt in his life, coursed through him. And then he was coming, hard and fast. Only one or two pulses of ejaculate made it into Henry’s mouth before he pulled off, leaving Robert to finish the rest onto his own stomach.

“Sorry,” Henry said before licking his lips in that sinful-looking kind of way one more time. “I wasn’t expectin’ that.”

“Neither was I,” Robert said, covering his face with his palms, his cheeks burning from the mixture of being both embarrassed and enthralled by the whole thing. “I must have really worked myself up before, because the moment I felt that mouth of yers on me...” He came out from behind his hands and let out a long, exaggerated breath. “Christ Almighty.”

Smiling madly, Henry came up beside him and nuzzled Robert’s cheek. After Robert cleaned himself off with a little ratty towel he found nearby, he turned to kiss Henry and then silently urged him onto his back.

“It’s my turn, little wolf,” he said. “Can I try that on you now?”

“God, Robert, of course you can.”

Robert kissed a trail to Henry’s beautiful cock, which was standing straight out with the foreskin barely covering the tip. If only they hadn’t lost most of the day’s sunlight by now, Robert would have spent more time savoring every feature, from the particular shade of pink that colored the head of Henry’s cock to the little freckle toward the base of the shaft. Because every inch of Henry Sherwood was perfect. Andthesesix were no exception.

After pressing one soft kiss on the very tip of Henry’s cock, Robert took the whole head into his mouth and sucked, swirling his tongue over the foreskin, which had Henry making the loveliest little sound—a whispered sigh coupledwith a breathy moan. Robert’s flaccid cock twitched from the sudden small surge of hunger, though it was still too soon for Robert to become properly hard for a second time that evening.

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