Page 60 of The Long Way
No such thing. Not for Damon. Cain moved his hips even faster, squeezed his fingers even tighter.
“No!” Damon growled. “Stop!”
It took Cain a second to process the words, and in that time, Damon pushed him gently back. “Not like this,” he growled. “I want to come with you inside me.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.Those words, in that tone of voice.
He sucked in a deep breath and sat back, his knees next to Damon’s thighs. He grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed with shaking hands, and Damon lifted his hips so Cain could slide the pillow beneath him. He reached for the lube once more, giving Damon one last questioning glance -Are you sure?
Damon’s response was to widen his legs, bending his good leg until his foot was flat on the bed, giving Cain unrestricted access.
Cain shuddered as he squirted lube onto his fingers, onto Damon’s ass… so much lube, possibly too much, but Damon didn’t seem to care, so Cain wouldn’t either. He dragged his finger across Damon’s pucker, and while Damon was still gasping at that sensation, he pushed his finger inside.
“Fuck,” Damon said, his ass clenching around Cain. He was so hot, so fucking tight, and Cain was almost a tiny bit jealous of Damon. He couldn’t wait for Damon to do this for him. But in the meantime, he was determined to blow Damon’s mind.
Cain drizzled more lube, added another finger. Damon’s neck bowed and his fists clenched at his sides.
“More,” he whispered, his voice wrecked. “Another one, Cain. Now.”
God, the look on Damon’s face. Cain added a third finger, bending his knuckles slightly as he withdrew, and Damon’s back arched off the bed. “Fuck, yes!”
One of Damon’s fists uncurled and traveled up Cain’s thigh, to his cock, pumping slightly. “Fuck me, Cain. Please. Now. Don’t think, just do it.”
Cain whimpered, biting his lip as Damon’s thumb glided over his slit, spreading the moisture over the head of his cock.
What was he doing? Fuck.Fuck!Condom, right.
He grabbed the little box and liberated a foil-wrapped packet, but before he could open it, Damon’s hands were there, tearing it open and rolling it down Cain’s erection. He grabbed the lube, too, spreading a copious amount.
“Go slow,” he instructed. “But fuck menow,Cain. Please.”
Cain nodded, his eyes locked on Damon’s as he crawled into position. He fucking loved that Damon was still so in control, that Damon was guiding him. He didn’t have to worry about what Damon wanted or whether this was good.
But at the same time, he couldn’t wait to make Damon lose his mind. He lined himself up with Damon’s hole and pushed forward just slightly. Just enough to make Damon freeze. Then he leaned forward and captured Damon’s mouth in another frantic kiss.
“I’ll do it when I’m goddamn ready, Damon,” he teased.
Then he pushed forward again, grunting as he felt Damon tense… and then relax.
Holy shit.
“Christ, Damon. You’re so fucking tight,” he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he gave several more tiny thrusts, until he was seated fully inside.
Damon didn’t reply - it seemed he couldn’t. Cain opened his eyes to find Damon’s head thrown back, his mouth open, his eyes tightly shut. “Damon?” He panted and held himself still.
A second later, Damon opened his eyes and lifted one shaking hand to Cain’s face.
“It’s been a long time,” he growled. “And I… I forgot.”
Cain braced himself above Damon, elbows locked, and fought to keep his body still and his mind on Damon, when every instinct in his body told him to thrusthard.
“Forgot how fucking good it could be,” Damon said. His voice was slurred and warm with lust. His hands locked around Cain’s waist, then trailed back to cup his ass, pulling him forward. “Do it, Cain.”
Cain pulled back, nearly to the tip, then sank back into Damon with one smooth thrust.
He couldn’t believe this was happening. Couldn’t believe Damon was giving himself over this way. He had no idea what the next day would bring, or what the future held for them, but this moment was incredibly perfect. He simultaneously wanted it to last, and wanted to race to the finish.
Damon didn’t give him the choice. “Harder,” he yelled, his fingers digging ten tiny bruises into Cain’s ass, marks he hoped he’d still have in the morning, just to remind himself this hadn’t been a dream. “Harder. Give it to me, Cain. Give me everything.”
