Page 83 of Heal
"So responsive to my touch. Is your whole body that way?" Parson slid his hands to Beau's sides, over his hips, and down his thighs before moving inward and up his inner thighs until he cupped his balls in one hand and wrapped the other around the base of his cock.
"Are you a giver or a taker, Beau?" Parson slid to his knees in front of him.
"Both, but more a taker." Beau struggled to stay calm as Parson's breath washed over his cock.
"So if I want to feel you inside me tonight, you won't have a problem with that? If I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget everything but you, you're going to do it?"
Beau nodded.
"Words, I need words." Parson's tongue flicked out, teasing the head of Beau's cock.
"Yes, anything you want. Any way you want." Beau's fists tightened at his side, resisting the urge to reach out and tangle his fingers in Parson's hair.
"Hmm, I'm going to have to think about it. Both sound amazing. Your cock in me, my cock in you. Tough decision." Parson wrapped his lips around Beau's cock and slid his mouth down his shaft.
Beau watched, his breath catching as Parson deep throated him, then released him only to do it again. Watching his cheeks hollow, his mouth stretch, his nostrils flare, it was almost too much. He trembled in pleasure, praying he didn't lose control like some inexperienced teenager.
His cock glistened with Parson's saliva, the head leaked precum. The feel of Parson's hands holding his legs wasn't enough. He needed more, needed to be closer. He wanted their bodies tightly pushed together, their cocks rubbing against each other.
Parson stood, leaving Beau needing. "Undress me."
Beau lowered, working off Parson's shoes and socks first, setting them neatly aside instead of tossing them as he'd done his own. He then glanced up, staring Parson in the eyes as he rose and slid Parson's shirt up his body and over his head.
Parson's pale skin was like ivory, flecked with freckles and scatterings of red hair, it was all Beau could do not to lean in and taste it. He wanted to lick and suck every inch of skin so he could memorize the taste.
Once the shirt was gone, he worked on the pants, unfastening Parson's belt, before sliding it loose. He held it in his hand for a moment, and for the first time in his life wondered what it would feel like against his skin if Parson used it on him. He trembled at the thought, wondering how Parson was able to bring out a side of him he'd never wanted to explore before.
Refocusing, he set the belt aside, then worked open the pants before sliding them down Parson's legs. He went with them, lowering to his knees, slowly easing them off one leg and then the other before going back to pull the underwear down as well.
Once Parson was naked, he stayed on his knees, caressing his hands over Parson's thighs as he watched him harden even more, inches from his face.
"Stand up," Parson told him.
Beau hesitated, wanting to taste Parson first.
"You'll get time to suck my cock, first I want a kiss." Parson reached down and helped Beau rise. "This is more than sex. It's not just my cock that wants to feel pleasure. I want us to share everything, Beau, that means sexually we take things slowly. We ease into things. Now lie down on the bed for me."
Beau stared into Parson's eyes, giving him a single kiss before crawling onto his bed. He eased back against the pillows, trying to focus on the way Parson's gaze hungrily traveled over him. "You keep looking at me like that and it's going to make me come."
"From just a look?" Parson laughed. "Now, I know you're a doctor. That just isn't possible, is it?"
"I don't know, but it makes me feel like it." Beau reached out for him. "I need you."
"I'm right here." Parson climbed on the bed and settled right beside him. "I want to kiss and make out like we're seventeen. I want to build the need between us so high that when we come together as one, we both lose our minds." Parson traced a finger down Beau's cheek. "Anyone can just fall into bed and have sex. I want us to learn each other's bodies, find what each other likes. I want to know where to touch you, where not to. I want to know what you sound like when you are so needy you think you're going to explode."
Beau listened to his words, so lost with emotion and physical want it was hard to sort through them both. Parson was unlike any man he'd ever met before. He'd had sex with a lot of men, but Parson was the first who wanted to slow down, take the time to learn each other's wants, needs, and desires. "You make me burn."
"Good." Parson bent in and kissed him hard, teasing his lips, then claiming his mouth.
Beau moved closer, drawing Parson against him, then wrapped one leg over his hip, bringing them even closer, causing their cocks to brush against each other. Neither of them broke the kiss as their hands caressed and traced each other's body, and they moved and arched against each other trying to fulfill the need that was growing by the second.
The wetness of Parson's cock as it dragged across his leg turned him on even more. He wanted to follow the trail with his tongue, tasting it until he could capture the reward. The heat built between them, both of them breathless, as they continued to grind against each other, kissing non-stop.
Beau reached, cupping Parson's ass, feeling the muscles against his palm. He imagined what it would feel like to slowly slide his cock between the cheeks and slip inside of him. He was glad that Parson seemed okay topping and bottoming. Beau loved to be fucked, but at times, he wanted to feel his cock encased in the warmth, feel his release shoot deep inside of someone.
Parson pulled back. "Tell me you have condoms."
"Bought a box the other day, hoping this would happen."
