Page 86 of We Were Never Lovers
“Ya get sad,” Sean said now, his lips caressing Jack’s with his words. “And that fucks me up, every time. Ya know that?”
“Sorry,” Jack whispered.
“Nah,” Sean kissed him for real, sank his body down on top of him and lost himself in the feel of their mouths moving together, tongues meeting. “Hey,” he panted as he pushed up, kissed Jack’s forehead. “I’m not gonna hurt ya again, alright?”
“Me neither,” Jack replied immediately.
“Nah, but, I mean, I probably am? Like by accident? But I mean, I’m gonna say somethin’ and not just get mad,” Sean finished.
Jack cupped his face in his hand, quirked his lips up. “I think mad has been kinda good for our sex life.”
Sean cracked up. “Jackie, I’m tryna have a serious moment here.”
“Okay, I’m all for us never hurting each other again, but like, I really want you to, you know,” he rolled his hips up and his erection pressed against Sean’s thigh.
“Ya wanna get fucked, Jackie?” Sean asked, voice turning sly.
Jack’s eyes slipped closed as he shuddered and oh yes, Sean had missed this too.
Sean kissed his throat, trailed down to his clavicle, feather light kisses on Jack’s warm skin. Jack ran his palms up and down Sean’s back, a light touch like he couldn’t help himself. It felt incredible, but Sean needed to tease him, to feel his control over him, to feel the way Jack let him be in control.
“Hang on,” he said as he leaned over the edge of the bed, pulled the box out from under it where Jack had returned it. He came back up with the handcuffs. Jack sucked in a sharp breath and his dick flexed against Sean’s ass.
Sean huffed a laugh and leaned down to kiss him.
“Ya reckon ya can handle it?” he murmured against Jack’s lips.
“Yeah, yes, definitely,” Jack breathed out.
Sean slid Jack’s arms above his head, cuffed the left wrist, circled the chain through the bar above the headboard, thencuffed his right. He sat back and surveyed Jack’s torso, stretched and already heaving.
“Tap out if you need to,” Sean said and went back to pressing lingering kisses on Jack’s skin, spent a bit of time teasing his nipples, felt Jack’s hips lifting up to try and get friction on his dick.
Sean pushed himself back up Jack’s body, leaned down close to his ear and whispered, “Stay still or I’m gonna tie ya legs down.”
Jack’s whole body shuddered and fuck, Sean had missed this.
He met Jack’s eyes and watched him swallow before sagging back into the mattress, his eyes holding Sean’s and saying with that look he was going to be good, he was going to trust Sean to give him what he needed.
“Good boy,” Sean said softly and kissed him—it was meant to be a tease, a soft brush of lips, but he sank into it, rubbing his stiffening cock against Jack’s.
“Stop distractin’ me,” he said as he pulled back.
Jack snorted, a smile flashing over his face for a second. “I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re bein’ you,” Sean replied and moved down his body.
Sean took him in hand and stroked lightly. Jack inhaled deeply, his legs restless but not making any big movements. He looked up and met Jack’s eyes as he pressed his lips to the top of Jack’s dick. Jack groaned and his body shook. Sean huffed a laugh against his dick.
“Don’t ya dare come until I’m inside you,” Sean said before he took Jack into his mouth and pushed down slowly.
As he worked him over at an agonisingly slow pace, he felt Jack bunching and releasing every muscle to keep himself under control. He could feel how he was trying not to beg for more, his eyes slipping closed before snapping back open like he didn’t want to miss anything.
Sean released him to get the lube and Jack jerked against the cuffs.
“Hey,” Sean said, his hand caressing Jack’s pec. “I’m not gonna leave you. Ya need to tap out?”
Jack shook his head and sucked in a pull of air. “I’m good.”
