He would go down on that dick without a moment’s hesitation.
Would Mike ever go down on him?
“Later.”
::Really?::
::Anything for you, Liam.::
The promise, so honestly given, shook Liam to his core. With those words humming in his hearing, heart, and mind, he took Mike into his mouth.
CHAPTER 16
The pull of Liam’s mouth around his cock stole any semblance of thought from Mike’s mind. His heartbeat hesitated, then jumped into a quick tempo and pounded a wild beat inside his chest.
Liam’s tongue lapped his glans, tiny and delicate flickers that danced across Mike’s delicate skin and wove a gossamer web of exquisite decadence through Mike’s mind.
He cupped the crown of Liam’s skull.
Liam ringed his cock tip with his luscious lips and sucked.
Electricity sizzled along his cock and into his balls. They went tight and hot, like his chest as he panted for air.
Mike made a fist in the short hairs atop Liam’s head. He tugged. He pushed. He murmured and coaxed. Liam accommodated and moved his mouth down the turgid shaft with a powerful pull, sucked, then twirled his tongue along the rod as he pulled his mouth back to the tip…then repeated the journey down…and back up…
His legs trembled. His heart punched his ribs. The scent of Liam’s arousal spun through his mind. The spittle slick sound of Liam’s mouth enhanced the eroticism between them.
::So good.::
A tornado curled from his balls to his brain. Strong and thunderous, it knocked him out of himself and into a place where there was only a rising sensation. Sweat dampened his armpits, neck, and back.
::Yes. Yes;:.
Liam’s fingers dug into his ass. Mike cradled Liam’s head. He met and matched the suckling tempo with sharp thrusts of his hips.
A low purr rolled from Liam’s throat and danced across his cock on the way out.
::Shit-fuck::
His world became a blend of colors, the blazing brightness and mysterious darks of interstellar nebulae. So beautiful, so glorious, so perfect. This moment felt more like the bonding than last night’s ceremony.
This wasn’t simply moving parts. It was a meeting of hearts.
Mike stilled Liam’s head and pulled his dick out. A whimper and a hungry whine was the reaction from his adnama. Mike tipped Liam backward and eased him down the shower tiles and onto his back.
He followed him to the floor and knelt between Liam’s bent knees. Slippery with water droplets, the tiles pressed against his knees. If they were cool, he didn’t feel it. In fact, he was hot. Hot and sweating. Ravenous.
Reclined on his back, Liam smiled up at him, affection and adoration radiating from his passion-dark eyes. Mike covered him with a slow slide. Liam’s hands caught his hips, played up his back and circled his neck when Mike buried his head in the curve of Liam’s shoulder. He nipped.
A gasp and husky murmur shivered between them. Liam tightened his grip, but Mike pulled free. He set himself onto his knees and caught his breath when Liam wrapped his legs around his waist with a laugh.
His own amusement rumbled from his chest as he caught Liam’s knees in his hands and pried them apart with a careful but insistent grip. Liam’s breath hesitated, a sizzling sound of anticipation that pierced his heart.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Liam said.
His hunger-roughened voice brought chill bumps to Mike’s skin. He shifted his grip, sliding his palms to Liam’s lower thighs.
Gently, he pushed Liam’s knees high, spreading him for his gaze.
The white of Liam’s upper teeth were barely visible as they fixed on his lower lip. His whispered pants hissed between his parted lips in time to each flex of his rippling abs. His agile fingers wrapped his own cock.
Mike watched Liam stroke his turgid shaft with a lazy hand. He stroked the length, teased the glans, and dropped it onto the trail of hair that traced a path between his crotch and belly button. It landed with a light slap of skin against skin. Liam murmured hotly, his gaze locked on Mike’s face—who watched.
Liam liked being watched, and that was okay because Mike had no desire to close his eyes. Mesmerized, Mike absorbed the exquisite visual of Liam’s teeth on his lip, the drops of sweat across his flushed skin, the heaving chest and abdomen, and the glaze of pre-cum on his fingers as Liam worked it along his dick.
::And you call me gorgeous?::
“You have no idea.”
Mike’s hips jerked with an unconscious yearning he couldn’t suppress. His cock tip brushed the nest of hair at Liam’s crotch and the soft skin of his ball sac.
Liam’s free hand wrapped Mike’s cock. His stomach hollowed.
Blood blazed incandescent through his veins. He swallowed—or tried to—with his suddenly dry mouth and forced his hands not to clench.
Tension etched Liam’s face. His other hand had stilled and rested on the fierce erection that lay on his lower abdomen. Liam arched up, forcing contact between his ass and Mike’s cock. The request was unmistakable, as was the pressure point and contact between their bodies.
Mike shifted his gaze, fixing his attention where their bodies touched. He shifted his hips, tested his position, pushed forward.
The delicate muscles of Liam’s ass resisted for a heartbeat, then parted.
He pressed inside to the sound of Liam’s moan.
He rocked at the threshold, playing the liminal moment over and over, hearing Liam gasp and whimper, feeling the surging waves of delight that zapped between them with every tiny, teasing thrust.
He’d done this about six times before Liam closed his eyes and jerked his head from side-to-side. He grabbed at Mike’s hands and tugged impatiently.
“God, Mike…”
Liam’s voice rang through the bathroom, raw with greedy demand. Passion sizzled between them in a wide and wonderful band of light. Mike’s breath tangled in his throat and his blood surged in his veins.
“Fuck me.” Liam shouted. “Christ! Fuck me.”
Mike pushed forward, a long, slow and determined slide.
Liam’s breath hitched as he panted encouragement, pleas, and
