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Sam obeyed.
There was nothing in this world Felix could ask that Sam would refuse.
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Felix
SamwalkeduptoFelix. His hands slowly lifted, hovered, then cradled Felix’s face with trembling fingers. Felix’s eyes fell shut at the soft skim of fingertips. They trailed over his jawline, brushed over his cheekbone, slid up to his hairline, and pushed his curls back.
His eyes fluttered open, but Sam’s gaze was focused on his hands. He didn’t meet Felix’s gaze. Sam’s attention followed his fingers as they traced the arc of Felix’s brows, down the bridge of his nose, over the bow of his lip. Like Sam was determined to commit Felix to memory.
Felix swallowed down the emotion threatening to drown him, refusing to let it rise above the surface. It wouldn’t get in the way tonight. Felix was going to be with this man in the way he’d always dreamed. As close as two people could be. He wanted this to hold on to. Needed this. Just in case this was their only chance. A choppy breath escaped him, and Sam froze.
Felix’s hands shot to Sam’s wrists. He squeezed gently. “I’m well. I promise, Sam. I want this.So bloody much.”
Need.
Would die without it.
Sam’s forehead dropped to Felix, and his warm breath puffed over Felix’s skin. “All right. Just… Be honest with me if it’s ever too much.”
“Promise,” Felix whispered.
Sam broke away and quickly grabbed the vial of oil off Felix’s dressing table. Then he was tossing it on the bed and settling back between Felix’s thighs. He towered over Felix, dark hair falling over his brow and shading his grey eyes, the angle highlighting his sharp jaw. Felix lifted his chin, stretched up, needing contact. Sam leaned down and gave it to him. Like he always did.
Sam’s lips found Felix’s, and this time, it wasn’t frantic. It wasn’t fraught with fear. It was laced with longing, soft and tender and heartbreaking.
Felix’s hands slid up Sam’s abdomen, soft flesh over hard muscle. Coasted up to the strong curve of Sam’s muscled chest. Drifted through coarse black chest hair. Each touch sparked a memory, sharp and vivid. Sam’s stomach quivering beneath Felix’s cheek as the man dissolved into laughter—full-bodied, unguarded. That broad chest surrounding Felix back in the gamekeeper’s cottage, a living shield. The quiet mornings when Felix woke with his face creased by Sam’s curling chest hair.
The pop of the vial being opened echoed through the chamber. Anticipation slid through Felix’s veins, his pulse tapping against his throat. Sam’s lips kissed a path down Felix’s jaw, nuzzled into his neck, and then found that sensitive spot beneath Felix’s ear that had his breath hitching.
A slick hand surrounded Felix’s thickening cock and took him from half-mast to achingly hard in only a few strokes. Sam’s other hand landed on Felix’s chest and pushed lightly. Felix willingly fell backward without hesitation. Because this man would always catch him.
His back hit the soft mattress, and Sam followed, leaning over Felix while remaining standing at the edge of the bed. Sam’s lips mapped their way over Felix’s chest, traveling to his nipple. Teeth scraped over it, and Felix gasped.
“Again,” he rushed out.
Sam’s lips smiled against his skin, all the while leisurely stroking him. His tongue laved the spot before he nipped it sharply again. Felix’s back arched, a soft zap of pleasure flitting through him. Then Sam’s lips continued their journey. Slow. Thorough. Felix was starting to think Sam was trying to kiss every inch of Felix’s skin before the night was over. There’d be no protest from him.
Felix reached for Sam, needing to feel him, too. He needed to feel the weight of Sam in his palm, curl his fingers around him, the heat, the pulsing desire that was all for Felix. There was an unexplainable connection between them. It was so far beyond two bodies seeking pleasure. It was the reverent touches, the harmonized breaths, the communication that happened without words, the weaving of two souls in the most intimate of ways.
And so Felix did his best to let go of the turmoil of the day, sank into the here and now. Absorbed every loving touch, every whisper of adoration Sam murmured over his skin, relaxed his body as Sam stretched him open. Trusting. Willing. Wanting.
Pressure coiled at the base of Felix’s spine with every pass of Sam’s fingers over that spot deep inside. All the while, Sam watched him, gaze black in the low candlelight and burning hearth.
Praising every moan.
“The sweetest purrs for me.”
Rewarding every hitch of breath.
“Such a good boy.”
Admiring every reaction.
“You blush so pretty, Fee.”
It was too much and not enough, all at once. His neglected cock leaked against his stomach, red, throbbing, angry. He needed more. He was ready.
