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“Does it involve you being naked? Socks off?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm. I’ll think about it.”
Fen chortled.
They’d barely got into bed before Fen climbed on top of him, leaning down to press his mouth to Ripley’s. With their mouths meshed together, Fen brushed his hands over every part of Ripley he could reach, before his fingers wrapped around their cocks.
“Don’t I have to do anything?” Ripley whispered.
“Invite Lube and Condom? Shout encouragement?”
Fen didn’t let him go, even as Ripley reached for what they needed.
“You want to ride me?” Ripley asked, even though everything was shoutingturn him over and fuck the hell out of him.
“Like a horse? Ooh no, like a donkey. Yes, I want to ride you like a donkey except I wish I hadn’t said that because it’s not something I’m into. Donkeys I mean. I’ll shut up now.”
“Really?” Ripley wet his fingers with lube while Fen was still landing kisses and blabbing and rubbing himself against him, but when he reached round to press a finger against the entrance to Fen’s body, Fen arched his back and froze.
“You’re doing things. I’m supposed to… Oh God, oh God,” Fen mumbled.
“You can do most of the work.”
Ripley pulled Fen down so he was lying on his chest, then slid his finger along the strip of flesh behind Fen’s balls, stroking and circling and pressing as he fought the temptation to mark Fen’s beautiful neck.
“Breathe,” Ripley whispered and Fen sucked in a shaky breath. “You need to move back a little so I can get a condom on.”
Fen sat up again, his knees either side of Ripley’s hips. Looking at Fen, those beautiful eyes glazing as he fondled his own cock, and trying to deal with the condom at the same time, proved trickier than Ripley had anticipated, but he couldn’t look away. He’d never been one to give compliments. Yet they fell from his lips now. “You’re so gorgeous.”
Am I trying to distract him from the mess I’m making of getting suited up?Ripley finally managed to get the condom on properly.
“You must get told that all the time,” Ripley whispered.
“Not all of me. Which bit?” Fen looked embarrassed. “My skinny ribs? My scruffy hair? My—”
Ripley put a finger over Fen’s lips. “Yes, and that hollow at the base of your throat and the way your eyes darken when you’re excited and the curve of your smile and how it lights up your face and your floppy hair that I don’t want you to cut and your eyeliner and your lip gloss and your innate grace and kindness and—”
Fen put his finger over Ripley’s lips. “Shush. No need for flattery. You already have me.”
Ripley felt embarrassed to have said anything.Remember what this is about.He pulled Fen down and worked him with his fingers until Fen was writhing against him, letting out mewling sobs, then muttering Ripley’s name in broken little whispers. Fen’s fingers clamped around Ripley’s wrist.
“Ripley! No more or I’ll come.”
“Then you take charge.” Ripley pushed him back and put his fingers around his own cock. As Fen tried to position himself, Ripley clutched Fen’s hips.
Fen’s eyes fluttered shut, whimpers escaping his mouth as he lowered himself down; a slow and steady descent punctuated by grunts and gasps from both of them.
“Mine are sounds of pleasure not pain,” Fen blurted. “You too?”
“Yes, but thank you so much for checking.”
Fen opened his eyes and as he laughed, he sank down a little further. They both trembled. Ripley pushed up into him and Fen inched himself down until Ripley was balls deep and there was nowhere left to go. Fen had his eyes shut again, but Ripley was determined not to close his. Fen’s cock was still hard and Fen had one hand around it, his other holding onto the headboard as they rocked together.
“Harder… Can you? Fen gasped. “Won’t break. Probably won’t break. You can fix me if I do. Right? Don’t use gold. Unless it’s really pure. Toxic if it’s not.”
Ripley felt a moment of concern that Fen somehow knew he wanted to pound into him, that from the first time they’d been face to face in the shop, he’d imagined himself driving into him, pressing marks into his hips, onto his neck. Feelings he’d thought gone roared back.
