“Eno,” Rayne sighed.
“Does that hurt?”
“No, it’s better.”
Eno smiled against his soft skin and continued to kiss his way across his stomach. Now that he was down here and given access to Rayne’s body again, he was going to take advantage of it. He planned to kiss everything he could, possibly even move some more clothes out of his way. Rayne’s hardening cock was already brushing his chest, and Eno was more than happy to give it some attention as well.
“What can I do for you, Rayne? I want to make you feel better. I want you to relax,” he asked between light kisses to his stomach.
“I know there isn’t room, but could you lie with me for a little while? Just hold me.”
Eno nodded, pressing one last kiss to Rayne’s stomach. He was more than happy to hold his lover. Sitting on his heels, Eno made quick work of Rayne’s belt, shoving his pants to the floor. He helped him out of his shoes and socks, trying his best to ignore the lovely dick that was pressing at the front of Rayne’s boxers as if it were desperately trying to capture his attention. He ran his hands along Rayne’s strong, muscular legs, letting the fine hairs there rub his palms. Rayne had amazing legs, like those of a dancer.
But he was biased. He loved everything about Rayne’s body. Especially the smile he tended to hide from the world.
When Rayne was undressed except for his boxers, he helped the man into bed, positioning him with his back to the door on his right side. A lucky break for Eno as he’d be able to place his own body between Rayne and the door, not that he expected anyone to break into the room. He’d quietly locked it as soon as he’d shut the door, barring anyone from disturbing them. No, he hadn’t planned this. Hoped, maybe. Prayed to any god or goddess who would listen to him. But had not planned on it.
Eno hesitated for only a second and then stripped down to his own boxer briefs with a lot less care than he’d shown with Rayne. He eased onto the bed behind him and pulled the blanket up, tucking it around Rayne and gathering him close. There wasn’t room for both of them in this damn single bed. Rayne was practically pressed against the wall to make enough space from Eno’s large frame, and Eno still felt like his ass was hanging off the edge.
But when he stretched one arm across Rayne’s chest, pulling him in tight, the bed stopped being an issue. There was only his perfect lover stretched out in front of him, every inch of him touching every inch of Eno. It was heaven.
Dipping his head forward, Eno pressed a sweet kiss to Rayne’s bare shoulder. “Get some sleep. I’ll be right here.”
Rayne turned his head toward Eno. Only now did he notice that his glasses were missing. Rayne must have set them aside while Eno was working on his shoes. “What if I need something else?”
Eno grinned. “What do you need?”
The answer to his question came with Rayne pressing his hips backward and rubbing his ass over Eno’s groin. His semi-hard cock easily found the crease between Rayne’s cheeks as if it had been made for just that spot, causing Eno’s eyes to roll into his head. Rayne was a temptation that was all the more dangerous because no one knew his sexy side except for Eno. Ugh, and maybe Shey. But the prince of Caspagir didn’t matter right now.
Turning his head, Eno nipped at Rayne’s earlobe and licked the shell lightly. “Does this mean I’m forgiven?”
Rayne sighed his name as he twisted his upper body as best as he could in the small space, offering his mouth up to Eno. There was no turning away that gift. Eno cupped his cheek and devoured Rayne’s mouth, their tongues sliding together, teeth biting at each other, trying to get closer. It was the best worst kiss of Eno’s life. They were close, but not close enough. He’d been terrified he’d never have this again, but Rayne was there, in his arms, trembling and pulling at him, as if he wanted to tuck Eno into his heart.
Releasing his cheek, Eno ran his hand down Rayne’s chest, slipping it under the loose waistband of his boxers to wrap around his cock. Rayne gasped into his mouth, his eyes wide. Gods, Eno was drowning, falling into those sparkling pools of green. Had he ever seen Rayne so clearly? With the glasses gone, his expression was incredibly stark and vulnerable. Eyes wet like new spring leaves. Fine lines of worry and joy sprinkled across pale skin. A straight, regal nose. And perfect full lips damp and parted on a fractured breath.
Eno stroked him slowly, watching the pleasure ripple across his face, widening his irises so that the black nearly swallowed the green. His lips trembled on a moan. No one had ever looked so flawlessly beautiful to him.