center of the bed.
“I’m making up for lost time,” he panted, then rained kisses across Niall’s cheeks, lips, and neck. “I miss this neck so much,” he groaned, nipping and sucking at it.
“Hopefully you’re more careful about leaving marks than you were ten years ago,” Niall gasped, arching into every touch, every kiss. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of Blake’s back in his hands, even though Blake kept moving and making it impossible to grab hold.
“I think leaving a mark would be what Ian wants,” Blake said, then moved to kissing Niall’s chest.
“I don’t want to think about him right now,” Niall said. “I don’t want to think about anything but—” His sentence ended in a long, vocal sigh as Blake reached between his legs to finger him. It was sweet and sensual, and Niall could feel just how close they both were. Neither was going to make it much longer. “If you want to fuck me, I have absolutely no objections to that,” he panted.
“No.” Blake shifted to the side, reaching for the jar and handing it to Niall. “I mean, yes, sometime soon I most definitely want to fuck you until we’re both raw.”
Niall gasped with giddiness at the idea.
“But tonight, I need you in me,” Blake said, a sudden, serious look coming into his eyes. “I need you in me hard.”
A swoop of gravity passed through Niall’s insides as Blake shifted to his stomach, holding his backside up. “This is not some sort of punishment for the way things happened,” he said, lifting to his knees and scooping a generous dollop of the lubricant onto his fingers. “I’m never going to hurt you again the way I did after the show.” He coated his throbbing prick all the same before setting the jar aside.
Blake let out a deep gasp of pleasure as Niall teased his hole with the rest of the lubricant on his fingers.
“Blake,” Niall said, leaning over him, his cock pressed against Blake’s backside without thrusting in. He waited until Blake glanced over his shoulder at him. “Love is not a punishment. We were both wrong back then. But we can make things right now.”
The tension in Blake’s shoulders shifted. “I love you so much.” He arched back against Niall, urging him on.
The moment was so paradoxically sweet that Niall gave in to every instinct he had to merge with the man he loved. He gripped Blake’s hips and worked himself slowly and deeply inside of him. They both groaned at the pleasure of their joining, but rather than fucking Blake hard, like he’s asked for, Niall started tenderly, moving in concert with him as their bodies adjusted to each other.
He ratcheted things up as soon as he felt Blake grow restless, giving them both more of what they wanted. It was glorious to be so much a part of each other that way, and in no time at all, Niall was thrusting with all the intensity Blake could have asked for and more. It was so good that he reached around to hold Blake’s hard cock, letting the motion of his thrusts move his hand until Blake was practically sobbing with pleasure.
The sudden tightening of Blake’s muscles and the warm burst that spilled into Niall’s hand as Blake came with a cry were too much for Niall to resist. He jerked into orgasm seconds later, spilling himself deep inside of Blake. The moment was so perfect and so beautiful that he groaned, then curled around Blake’s back, all tension leaving him. He bit Blake’s shoulder lightly before pulling out and collapsing to his side.
Blake lay limp and smiling with him. “How could I have gone for so long without that?” he asked, struggling to catch his breath. “My arse feels so perfectly used right now.”
Niall turned his head to Blake, grinning, then burst into laughter at the look of utter transportation in Blake’s eyes. “You always did look like a dream right after being fucked.”
“It’s because I enjoy it so much,” Blake said with feeling. “But only when you’re the one doing the fucking.”
Niall laughed, every muscle in his body feeling warm and liquid as he splayed on his back. There was no point in denying that, in that moment, he was blissfully happy. Even more so when Blake shifted to cuddle against him. Blake was all heart, and he wore that heart on his sleeve, especially where Niall was concerned. It came as a shock to Niall how much he had