His kisses felt good. Warm. Not nearly enough, but each was like another log on the fire, especially when Shane used his teeth. Licking was nice and all, but Brandt lived for those love bites, wanted to wear Shane’s marks.
“You sure you’re the dead one?” he groaned, stretching again, trying to bump Shane lower. “Because you’re killing me here.”
“So impatient.” Shane raised his head to meet Brandt’s gaze. “Thought you were all about me having fun?”
“I am. But maybe fun could mean my ass gets some attention?”
That got a laugh from Shane and him scooting lower. His breath ghosted over Brandt’s cock before he nipped at Brandt’s hip. “Say please.”
“Please.” Brandt’s voice dropped further as Shane licked all along the crease of Brandt’s thigh, fingers dancing over his balls. “God. Now.”
“Mmm. I like it when you beg.” Shane rewarded him with an openmouthed kiss on his balls, gentler here but no less electric.
“I’ve noticed.” Fumbling around, Brandt managed to reach Shane, find his cock hard again.
“Yep.” Laughing, Shane rolled out of Brandt’s touch and reached for the lube. Giving up any pretense at being cool, Brandt spread his legs and drew his thighs up.
“You can go right to two. I can take it.” Already his body was thrumming, simply from Shane slicking up his fingers.
“Don’t make me gag your bossy mouth.” Shane stared him down, commanding tone doing delicious things to Brandt’s insides.
“Hmm. I’d let you tie me up.”
“Of course, you would.” Shane’s tone was fond, like Brandt’s willingness to try new things was an inside joke between them. “And I might take you up on that. Later.”
Raising his eyebrows, Shane held his gaze as he rubbed slick circles around Brandt’s rim. Only one finger, but he had long, blunt musician’s hands, and when he finally took pity on Brandt and slowly pressed in, Brandt couldn’t hold back a needy noise that was more whimper than moan.
“Oh fuck. Like that.” He rocked up, trying to take more, get Shane’s finger where he wanted it most. “A little deeper.”
“This? Right here?” Forehead furrowing like this took intense concentration, Shane pressed more deliberately, feeling around until Brandt’s whole body arched off the bed.
“That. Right there. Feel that spot?”
“Yeah.” Shane kept working it, thrusting his finger against it before withdrawing and returning with two fingers. Bit more of a pinch and stretch, but it was worth any discomfort to get that increased pressure against his prostate. Then Shane went for bonus points, leaning forward to lightly bite Brandt’s stomach.
“Oh fuck, you bite me like that again, I’m gonna shoot.” The pleasure was almost too good. He knew what he wanted, and he made a frustrated noise. “Want you in me. Want to come on your cock.”
“Luckily, I’m in favor of that plan.” Shane pulled back, reaching for the condom box. “Help me with the condom?”
That was sweet, the uncertainty in Shane’s eyes. And Brandt sure as hell wasn’t going to ruin the moment with a joke about how he was hardly the condom expert. Instead he grabbed a foil packet, but first he spent a minute stroking Shane’s cock.
“Yeah, I’ve got you.” He rolled the condom on, a shiver racing through him because getting Shane ready to fuck him was that sexy. Adding more lube, he jacked Shane a little more before releasing him.
“This how you want it?” Shane gestured at Brandt’s position on the bed. “Or you want to flip?”
“Flip. That’s how it usually is in my head...” That much was true, but he was also rolling to avoid the strange flutter in his stomach every time he met Shane’s intense gaze. He wasn’t sure he could handle fucking and watching Shane both.
“Good.” Shane had an easy smile as he watched Brandt flip over onto his knees. “I want to make your fantasies come true.”
“Ditto.” A lengthy reply was more than he could manage because Shane had moved behind him now, and the brush of his thighs against Brandt’s was distracting as hell. As was the pressure as Shane lined up his cock and slowly pushed forward. So slowly. “Fuck. Not that slow.”
“Don’t want to hurt you.” Shane’s voice was strained.
“You won’t.” Shane’s cock was bigger than his fingers for sure, but it wasn’t painful, just more of an insistent pressure and not nearly deep enough.
“Okay...” This time when Shane pressed, Brandt rocked back, making Shane’s cock slide further in. And that was far better, the stretch replaced with the fullness he loved from his toys, the glancing contact with his gland a welcome addition.
“That’s it. Give me more.” He loved how warm Shane was and not simply the cock in his ass, but also his legs against Brandt’s, a solidness that toys were never going to duplicate. And toys didn’t moan like Shane or have hands that roamed all over his back and sides.