“How about this,” Raffaele said between kisses. “I haven’t fucked anyone since you. I didn’t even want to.”
Oh.
“Really?” Nate said breathlessly, his eyes flying open. “But it’s been months. You become an enormous dick if you don’t get laid for a few days.”
Raffaele smiled ruefully and said in a sardonic undertone, “Let’s just say people are starting to hide when they see me coming.”
Nate rolled his eyes. “How many people have you fired?” To his disgust, he sounded fond instead of exasperated or disapproving. God, he needed help.
“Very few, actually,” Raffaele said. “Every time I want to fire someone, I hear your lecture in my head about poor people needing their jobs. It’s extremely aggravating.”
Nate grinned, looping his arms around his neck. “Now that might be love,” he said and kissed him needily, pressing himself flush against him. Just one little kiss. Just one more. God, he wanted to glue himself to this man and never, ever part from him.
He honestly wasn’t sure how “just one more kiss” ended up with him naked on his bed, with Raffaele’s equally naked body on top of him. He didn’t care, he couldn’t stop, moaning against Raffaele’s mouth, running his hands over Raffaele’s muscular back, and spreading his legs shamelessly. He wanted to get fucked. He wanted Raffaele inside of him, wanted him closer, tighter, wanted to have him so deep he’d never get out of him.
“Come on, just put it in,” he growled in frustration, gripping Raffaele’s muscular buttocks and spreading his legs wider. He probably looked like a slut, but he didn’t give a shit. He was a slut for this man. Fingers weren’t enough. He wanted his cock.
Raffaele exhaled, his body rigid with tension. “I don’t have a condom—”
“Don’t care,” Nate said, grabbing Raffaele’s hard cock and guiding it between his legs. “Wanna feel you. Get in me. Give me your cock.”
Raffaele shuddered. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, damn you. Now put it in.” He didn’t care how irresponsible it was. He wanted. He didn’t want anything separating them. He wanted to feel Raffaele come. He wanted to be gross with Raffaele’s bodily fluids inside and out. The mere idea of being full of another man’s jizz probably shouldn’t have turned him on so much, but fuck, it totally did, his own cock heavy and hard between his legs.
When Raffaele finally pushed inside him, thick and slick with lube, the noise Nate made didn’t even sound human. He cried out, pushing back onto the cock, his legs wrapping tightly around Raffaele’s hips and urging him on. He was so full, it felt so damn perfect, to finally have that cock where it belonged.
Raffaele thrust hard into him, his black eyes glazed, the muscles of his neck tense as he clearly tried to stop himself from coming too early. Nate drank in the sight of him, feeling so damn enamored he didn’t know what to do with himself. Fuck, if Raffaele hadn’t had sex in months, he must have been on edge already, but he was trying to hold himself back, stroking Nate’s cock in time with his thrusts and wanting to make it good for him.
“I missed you,” Nate babbled, incoherent. “Missed feeling you in me.” He squeezed around the thick cock in him. “Want you to come in me. Come in me, fill me up.”
Raffaele groaned, his eyes wild and dark, his hips thrusting once, twice, and then he was spilling inside him, filling him up, his muscular body shuddering.
Fuck, it was so hot, the hottest thing he’d ever seen. It took only a few strokes of his aching cock for Nate to come, too, his long moan swallowed by Raffaele’s greedy mouth.
Raffaele’s arms gave out, the weight of him so very comforting and familiar. So perfect. Nate hugged him tightly, pressing their flushed cheeks together and just breathing him in as their hearts hammered against each other. He’d never felt so euphoric.
So good.
So whole.
“Maya is going to smack me for this and call me an idiot,” Nate said with a chuckle, kissing Raffaele’s stubbled cheek. I love you, his heart beat. I love you, I love you, I love you.
“I still can’t believe you gossip with your sister about me,” Raffaele said, laying his head on Nate’s pillow.
Nate smiled, threading his fingers through Raffaele’s damp hair. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have realized how bad I had it for you. She’s the one who helped me figure things out.”
“Hm. You should send her flowers from me, then.”
Nate looked at him carefully. Their faces were so close on the pillow that Nate could see every imperfection on Raffaele’s face: the tiny crows feet, the deep wrinkle between his brows, the small scar above his left eye.
“I’m not returning to my former job, you know that, right?” Nate said quietly, stroking the wrinkle between Raffaele’s brows with his thumb. “I know you transferred me because my drunken confession freaked you out, but you actually chose a great department for me. I like my new job.”