Colt’s hands on him.
It was a mistake. It was insanity. It meant certain regret in the morning, if not long before then, but Ronnie couldn’t stop himself. The first kiss had ignited a flame, and the second was an inferno he had no hope of escaping, so he just gave himself over to it.
Colt tugged the robe off his shoulders, tearing at the loosely tied sash around Ronnie’s waist with claws that hadn’t been there a moment ago.
Ronnie froze, too stunned to even try to cover himself. Heat flamed in his face as Colt’s eyes wandered his naked body, but despite the fact that they were about as opposite as two people could be physically, he seemed to approve of what he saw. His tongue flicked out past his lips as his hands traveled up Ronnie’s thighs, the tips of his claws grazing against the smaller man’s smooth flesh gently enough to make him shiver.
“Colt,” he breathed. “What are you--?”
Colt had pulled him off the dresser before he could finish, and tossed him back onto the bed. Ronnie could only watch helplessly as Colt peeled his shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso before climbing into bed with him. He climbed on top of Ronnie, his hard planes pressed to the other’s soft flesh, highlighting the differences between them.
Fresh heat flared up in Ronnie’s cheeks, and he turned his head in an attempt to escape that ruthless gaze. “Jason really did a number on you if you’re this desperate.”
Colt’s eyes narrowed dangerously, stealing the breath from Ronnie’s lungs. “Would you shut up and let me enjoy this? If I’m going to hell, I’d at least like to go all the way.”
Ronnie didn’t know how to respond to that either, but when Colt’s hands began traveling down his body as hungrily as he’d been exploring it with his gaze, he lost the ability to speak, anyway. He squirmed involuntarily. Everywhere Colt touched, there was fire.
The weight of Colt’s body pressing down on him was another thing that should have triggered his panic, but whether his touch was just different or Ronnie had simply burned out his ability to feel shock, it didn’t. Instead, as Colt’s lips found his neck, brushing softly against his sensitive skin, he felt... awake. Like he was no longer shuffling aimlessly through a dream world, lost in numbness and apathy. Even if it was only temporary, being this close to Colt made him feel something.
Humiliation. Arousal. Nervousness that had his heart pounding like a rabbit’s. It didn’t matter what it was, as long as it was something.
No. It was everything. Everything all at once, too much to process and too sweet to stop. His head fell back, and a moan escaped his lips as Colt’s teeth grazed his skin. That, too, should have filled him with dread, considering what he’d just been through, but it didn’t.
Colt froze and pulled away to look down at him, seeming to misinterpret his response. “I’m sorry,” he said in a husky tone, surprisingly soft. “I wasn’t thinking.”
Ronnie shook his head. “No, it’s good. I… keep doing that.”
It came out more demanding than desperate, but Colt complied eagerly enough. He returned to nipping and sucking Ronnie’s neck, his left hand digging into the boy’s soft brown hair. Every caress of his tongue sent a shiver down his spine, and when Colt’s attention drifted lower, Ronnie’s breath caught in his throat.
“Fuck,” he gasped as Colt settled between his legs, pushing his thighs apart and taking his already stiff cock into his mouth.
Colt’s hand wrapped around the base of his dick, giving it a tight squeeze as his mouth sealed around the crown. Ronnie brought a hand to his own mouth to stifle the moan on his lips. When that proved inadequate, he grabbed a pillow and pressed it to his face.
Colt stopped what he was doing and his tone turned wry as he asked, “Are you trying to smother yourself?”
Ronnie lobbed the pillow at his head, and he batted it away easily. “This is awkward enough,” he mumbled.
“It doesn’t have to be,” Colt said, stretching out alongside him instead, his hand still casually stroking Ronnie’s cock. “We can take it slow.”
Ronnie swallowed hard. “No, it’s not that. I just…” He trailed off, realizing there was no way to put what he wanted to say into words without making things even more awkward. Instead, he reached out to touch Colt’s face and leaned in to kiss him again. This time, Colt was