Page 96 of Resilience on Canvas

Traversing the hall, Robert said a silent prayer in his head that none of the children would pop out before he could make it to the bedroom. When he reached the room seconds later, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned the doorknob, and went inside.

“Hey,” Henry whispered the moment they saw each other. “Uhm, we have the bedroom to ourselves for the whole night. In case the ladies hadn’t told you yet.”

“Nah, they told me,” Robert said, a huge smile stretching across his face. He started walking toward the closest of the two beds, where Henry was waiting for him. Normally, him and Henry shared that bed (something that was meant to be temporary until Rose and Joe moved out) while the twins had the other. It wouldbe so Goddamn nice to have the privacy to be intimate with each other. “Just me and you, little wolf. Think you can handle it?”

“Maybe?”

Robert snorted. What a Henry-like response that was.

After climbing into bed, Robert pressed a kiss to Henry’s lips. Immediately, they began taking off each other’s clothes, and their exchange of light, happy laughter as they wriggled out of their pants sent Robert’s heart a-flutter.

Once they were both naked, they collapsed onto the bed beside one another, and Henry caught Robert’s lips in another searing kiss. Before Robert could reach for Henry’s hard cock, Henry coaxed Robert on top of him, and Robert started to rock his hips instead. Being in this position, it was making Robert want to try something else. Something that he’d been taught was truly sinful. Wicked, even. It was something he’d heard of in church and had seen referenced in the Bible, but hadn’t never thought he’d be able to try himself.

Robert broke their kiss. “Hen...” He began kissing Henry’s cheek and then his neck, thankful for the opportunity to conceal his face while he proposed the idea. “I know I was the one to suggest the last new thing we tried, but I think I have one more idea, too, maybe.” He paused to nuzzle Henry’s cheek and found he had to concentrate on keeping himself from continuing to rock his hips. Just the mere thought of what he wanted them to try was making it hard not to become lost in the fantasy of it. Christ, his body wanted tothrustas though it was really happening right that instant. “Hen, I want to... be inside you.”

Henry made a sound that was a mix of a moan and a whine. Robert moved his hips, massaging his cock on Henry’s pelvic region, feeling Henry’s cock twitch beneath him too.

“Gosh, Robert, that sounds... oh, that sounds heavenly.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I’d love to try that.” Henry’s hands found Robert’s buttocks. Robert let out a sigh when he felt the force of Henry’s fingertips pressing into his flesh as he squeezed. “Now?”

“We could? I mean, I can’t see why we shouldn’t. Other than the fact that we need to make sure we keep our voices low.”

“Yeah, I won’t be too loud.” Henry squeezed Robert’s butt once more. “I promise.”

He swallowed thickly, nervousness and excitement making his throat feel tight and his heart begin to race. He pushed himself up to kneel and then, letting his eyes roam over Henry’s body, Robert took his own cock in his hand, stroking himself once.

“How?”

“Uhm...” Henry chewed on that plump bottom lip of his for a moment before turning over and scrambling to his knees. Resting on his elbows, he looked over his shoulder and said, “Maybe like this?”

Robert’s breath caught from the sight of Henry’s bare back, the way he was positioned for Robert totake. Jesus, Henry was beautiful. He looked so perfect like this, with his butt raised up and his eyes filled with nervous want. Robert tugged on himself twice more. God, he wouldn’t last long. No way in hell he’d make it more than a minute or two. At most.

“Yeah, this ought to work,” he said, shuffling forward.

Heart hammering, Robert lined his cock up with Henry’s opening—his cute little pucker that Robert hadn’t even taken notice of before—and let out a long breath. He shifted his hips forward, trying to force himself in.

But he was met with resistance.

Taking hold of Henry’s shoulder, he pressed a little more, but then Henry sucked in a breath through his teeth, and Robert sensed that something was wrong.

“It’s not really... fittin’, huh?” Robert said, taking care to keep his voice low.

“It, uhm, it’s too tight, I think.”

“I’m worried I’ll hurt you if I press too hard.”

“Yeah, those last few seconds felt kind of...”

“Bad?” Robert said, wrinkling his nose.

Looking over his shoulder, Henry met Robert’s eyes. With a regretful-looking expression—big, sad wolf-pup eyes—he said, “I’m sorry, Robert.”

Robert reached out to stroke his cheek. “Don’t be sorry, Hen. I never want to hurt you.”

After a few more seconds of comforting Henry, Robert paused to rake a hand through his hair. Other men must make this work somehow. But how?

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