Page 84 of Silas's Sweetheart

Flushed and aroused, Silas stared up at him in a way that left Ziggy as breathless as the man beneath him. So many wasted moments. Ziggy didn’t want to live with anymore regrets.

“I don’t need you to romance me. I just want you to love me,” he said, confessing his deepest desire, letting it sit between them, raw and honest.

Silas’s gaze was unwavering as his fingers teased down Ziggy’s cheek, running under his chin to linger.

“I can do that,” he whispered with a seriousness that left Ziggy with no doubt he meant it. His heart started thudding hard enough to make his ears buzz.

The next kiss was soft as a whisper, except it cemented something inside Ziggy. It was as real and essential as the air that filled his lungs.

When Ziggy moved to untangle the covers, Silas didn’t protest, just lay watching him with heavy-lidded eyes. At the end of the bed, Ziggy dragged off Silas’s boots, then took off his jeans and boxers, dropping them to the floor. Unspoken promises came with each touch as Ziggy laid claim to Silas with gentle caresses. As he moved up his body, he pushed his shirt up for now, kissing and nibbling along muscles, feeling them flex beneath the satiny skin. He lingered when Silas moaned, moving on when he begged for more.

By the time he sat between Silas’s thighs, his cock lay heavy on his belly. The head was slick and shiny with his arousal, which scented the room. “Do you have any condoms?”

He shook his head, his gaze unwavering. “I’ve never brought anyone here, just you. I have no call for them here.”

Ziggy’s heart swelled and with it came a possessiveness that was his own undoing. “Do you want us to use protection?”

It was highly unlikely Silas could impregnate him outside of a heat, but they had still only ever once gone without using something when Silas had taken charge.

The silence held a weight as Silas once more shook his head. “No. This is just us, right?”

“Yes.”

“I want to feel you clasping my cock again. Your slick walls squeezing me,” Silas rasped.

Ziggy resisted taking his cock into his mouth, when it would end far too quickly. He wanted to take his time and savor the man under him like he’d never allowed himself to do before.

When he unbuttoned the shirt and pushed it aside, he admired the firm pecs and pebbled nipples that begged for attention. “Would you ever get a tattoo? Your skin is the perfect canvas for artwork.”

Heavy-lidded, stormy eyes showed interest as Ziggy sucked a finger into his mouth until it was dripping, then ran it over a nipple. “Would you?”

“I can’t concentrate when you’re touching me,” Silas groaned, instead of answering the question.

Ziggy chuckled, sucking another finger and pressing the wet tip to the other nipple. “Is that right? Shall we put that to the test?”

Silas arched as Ziggy twisted both wet buds hard enough to make them burn. “To all that is mighty,” he cried out, strings ofpre-cum hanging from the head of his cock and dripping onto his skin, leaving a mess.

“What was the first horse Lane bought you?” Ziggy asked, before he licked one palm, a little disappointed he had no oil, to take hold of Silas’s hard shaft, slicking it with his saliva. He stroked to the tip and squeezed under the head, watching how the veins in Silas’s neck became more prominent as he rocked up into the touch, groaning anew. “I’ll stop if you don’t answer.”

“Bella,” he ground out as Ziggy slid his hand down and released his nipple to wet his other hand, his fingers stroking over Silas’s heavy sac.

“Pretty. Do you still have her?”

The groan that tore from Silas’s lips made Ziggy’s own arousal throb. “No… she went to another home,” he answered in shuddery pants.

Stroking back on the sticky length, he once more squeezed under the head, the pressure causing more pre-cum to leak over the slippery surface. Ziggy used his other hand to scoop off the cum and then rub it over Silas’s balls.

“What was the first horse you bought yourself?”

Silas fidgeted against the mattress, his legs tensing as Ziggy toyed with his cock and balls, bringing him close to orgasm, only to stop when Silas didn’t reply.

“Please… fuck… let me come,” he begged, his whole body quaking.

“Don’t you want to slide your cock deep in my ass so you can feel me all around you?”

“I do… fuck… anything… do something…” Silas cried when Ziggy once more eased the pressure but kept stroking his balls, making him judder. Ziggy slipped his fingers lower over the taint, watching closely as Silas widened his legs and arched up in invitation. Ziggy had teased his pucker before, only now he had something else in mind.

He came up higher on his knees and, using the same hand, slipped between his own legs to dip his fingers in his thick slick. Silas’s eyes glittered with need as his chest shuddered, but otherwise he didn’t move.

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