and glowing with sweat. “Yes, but you have to feed me tacos after.”
Sebastion chuckled, but he nodded and grabbed the bottle of lube, giving himself a quick coat before he lifted his husband by the hips and slid home. He was loosened up and quivering after being held on the edge for as long as Sebastion had kept him there, and he planned to stop the torment as he reached a hand around and curled it around Luca’s dick.
“You can have whatever you want,” he promised.
Luca said nothing, but he groaned into the pillow and thrust his hips back, telling Sebastion to get on with it.
Fucking him never lost its magic, and some days Sebastion was still surprised by that. He’d tried the long-term thing only once in his life before Luca barged into his office and demanded to be his boyfriend—and it had ended in emotional burn-scars that would never quite heal.
When Luca appeared in his office like some sort of fallen angel and seduced him with rumbling laughter and filthy words, he had every intention of keeping it a one-time thing. Then when Luca appeared two weeks later with an appointment card in his hand and determination in his eyes, he had every intention of telling him no and offering to introduce him to a couple of friends who did want a future the way Luca envisioned it.
After all, Sebastion had been damn-near forty when Luca stormed into his life, and Luca was this bright-eyed man in his twenties with dreams that resembled ones Sebastion had let die at the hands of his ex.
But there had been something about him he couldn’t let go of. And even as he allowed himself to acknowledge his doubts as they stood on the steps of the courthouse for a wedding he never planned on having, he knew that in all reality, Luca was it.
Even if the shape of their relationship changed over the years, Luca was nothing like the men of his past. And it was in that moment—standing in the hot sun with sweat pouring down the back of his neck as an officiant proclaimed them husbands—he knew Luca was his forever.
“Harder. Fuck me harder,” Luca begged, and though Sebastion’s hips and thighs were starting to protest, he didn’t hold back.
The room became awash with the sounds of skin slapping, and his husband’s punched-out groans, and his own soft cry as he felt his balls tighten. He stroked Luca faster, tighter, as his own thrusts sped up to match, and suddenly his body collapsed with his orgasm, sending him face-planting against the middle of Luca’s back.
His hand went limp, but Luca squeezed his palm around his fingers and used Sebastion’s hand to stroke him until his cock throbbed, then came for a second time. It was a rare moment at their age, but a treasured one as Luca’s knees gave out, and he flopped down, right into the mess.
“Jesus, I think we just burned like four thousand calories,” Luca groaned, rolling to the side so Sebastion had no choice but to slide off him.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his husband’s shoulder. “Mm. Maybe even five. I’m also not getting up to put together tacos. I don’t think my legs are going to work until tomorrow at least.”
Luca groaned and turned his head so he and Sebastion were nearly nose-to-nose. “Sucks for all your appointments in the morning.” He yawned loudly and rubbed a hand down his face. “Should we start training Ivy to bring us dinner?”
Sebastion snorted a laugh. “We’d never eat again.” His arm was weak and floppy, but he managed a light slap to the other man’s ass. “You’re still a young spring chicken. Suck it up and feed yourself. And me.”
Luca pulled a face, but he still pushed himself up, then grimaced at the shine of quick-drying come all over the hair on his stomach. “Eurgh, that’s gonna suck later.” He crawled off the bed, and Sebastion watched him go before stretching his arms above his head in an attempt to work out some of the knots in his back.
The amount of time he spent sitting for his job was starting to take a toll this many years later, and it was getting harder and harder to recover as he crept into middle age. The only saving grace about the whole thing was that Luca only seemed to want him more with every new wrinkle and every new silver strand at his temple.