as if he were the one receiving pleasure instead of giving it as he kissed and licked his way to one of Niall’s nipples. The sensation was so amazing that Niall gasped and arched into him, grabbing the back of the sofa with one hand and burying his other in Blake’s curly hair.
Blake didn’t stop there, though. His hands made quick work finishing with the fastenings of Niall’s trousers, then pushing them down. Niall let out a strangled sound of bliss as his cock leapt free, straining up against Blake’s touch. The intensity of the pleasure he felt was so powerful that he trembled as Blake cupped his balls and brought his mouth to the tip of Niall’s prick.
Blake barely had it in his mouth when Niall gasped, “I can’t. I’m not going to—”
It was already too late. He came hard in Blake’s mouth, arching and moaning as he did. Blake swallowed, his eyes wide, then broke away, panting.
“I’m sorry,” Niall panted, going hazy in the post-orgasmic glow, but still pulsing with arousal. “You’re just so perfect.”
“It’s fine,” Blake whispered, sliding his way up Niall’s body to kiss him. The musky taste of his mouth kept Niall’s senses reeling. “You’re fine. We’re fine.” Blake kissed him again, still eager. He fumbled with his own trousers, and Niall sucked in a breath as he felt the bare heat of Blake’s cock jerk against his hip. “We’re young. What will it take, fifteen minutes until we’re ready to go again?”
“If that,” Niall panted, throwing his arms around Blake as Blake jerked against him.
A grin teased Niall’s lips as Blake kissed him distractedly, clearly more intent on coming than kissing. Niall helped the process along by sliding his hands down Blake’s back and slipping his fingers into the cleft of his arse to finger his hole.
That was all it took. With a sharp gasp that turned into a loud groan, hot moisture spread across Niall’s belly. Niall closed his eyes and smiled with his whole heart, overcome with the joy of what it all meant. Blake sagged heavily on top of him with a protracted sigh. Their bodies felt so perfect together, chests bared and damp, trousers caught around their thighs, adding an erotic feel to the moment. Niall couldn’t stop touching and stroking Blake’s arse and back and kissing the side of his face as it rested beside him on the arm of the sofa.
“That was incredible,” he said when he could finally manage to form words.
Blake strained to prop himself above Niall by a few inches, gazing into his eyes with fire that was only dimmed, not extinguished. “I want more,” he growled, leaning in to kiss Niall so hard it took his breath away. “I want everything you said you’d do in your letters.”
“Then we’d better move to your bed,” Niall said, one eyebrow arched mischievously.
They spilled off of the sofa, tumbling clumsily to the floor, giggling and giddy in their efforts to shuck their trousers and drawers and hurry into the bedroom. The room and the bed were small, but Niall discovered the sheets were soft and fine as he slipped between them. He reached for Blake, pulling him into his arms. Their legs tangled together and their arms circled each other as they settled on their sides. Niall wanted to touch Blake everywhere at once, and the feeling seemed to be mutual. Everything about the way their bodies fit together was perfection. They couldn’t seem to stop kissing each other, as if kissing were a new discovery and they were determined to master it. They both moaned and hummed with abandon as they tasted and explored each other.
Exactly as Blake had predicted, they were both hard again in no time. It was almost a surprise to Niall how eager his cock was. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other and laughed as their fingers bumped while trying to stroke and fondle the other. There was nothing organized or planned about the pleasure they gave each other, only the desperation to make each other feel everything they could.
“I want you to fuck me,” Blake said at last, breaking away enough to gaze into Niall’s eyes with wicked heat. “In the arse,” he added, as though that were a necessary detail.
Niall laughed in spite of himself. “God, I want to,” he sighed.
“Then do it.” Blake wriggled away from him, flipping to his stomach and lifting his backside. “Do it now. I want you inside of me.”
Niall laughed harder, stroking