of my cock and then the sensitive head, gathering the leaking precum as best he could in his palm. Then he wrapped his hand fully around my cock and slid his hand down slowly.
I groaned his name and wrapped one arm around his shoulders, trying to pull him even closer, while my other hand was still snarled desperately in the sheets. My hips rocked up into his touch, and this time, he didn’t pin me down. I planted my feet onto the mattress and thrust into his hand.
“Yeah, like that,” Priest growled against my skin, tightening his grip minutely. I was so turned on, cock still drooling precum, making his grip slick and so, so good. I hadn’t thought a handjob could feel this good.
Then Priest picked up the pace, matching my thrusts. He jerked me off in earnest, and the heat and pleasure that had been swirling inside me since we’d first kissed surged, coiling tight in between my hips.
“Fuck, Priest,” I warned. “Gonna come.”
“Yeah?” Priest teased, jerking me faster. “Come on, let me see.”
Something about knowing he was watching—that he wanted to see me—was the last bit I needed to push me over the edge. I moaned, low and loud; my abs tensed, and my heels dug into the mattress as I thrust up into his fist with my head still thrown back. I came harder than I had in years. The sensation coursed over me, crashing like an ocean wave, and I shut my eyes so tightly I saw sparks as I came in ropes over my chest.
I shuddered through it, then collapsed flat onto the mattress, breathing hard as the aftershocks rippled through me.
“Gorgeous,” Priest murmured, then kissed me. “Wait here.”
“Hm, if you insist,” I said, then stretched my arms lazily overhead.
Priest climbed out of bed and padded to the bathroom. I knew I needed to do the same, clean up, but his bed was so comfortable that I was considering falling asleep with cum drying on my chest, regardless of how annoyed I’d be tomorrow.
But then Priest returned a few minutes later, cleaned up with a damp washcloth in hand. He ran it over my chest, carefully cleaning me off, and then tossed the washcloth aside.
“Thanks,” I murmured, a little stunned.
I wasn’t used to this kind of caretaking. It made me feel a little shy—embarrassed, even—but I liked it, too. Even though it was odd. This was already so different from hookups I’d had in the past. Priest crawled back into bed, scooted close to me, and I stiffened.
He noticed. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I said. I took a deep, steadying breath, and intentionally relaxed my muscles, sinking back into the mattress. Priest was on his side next to me, and he rested one hand gently on my chest, rubbing soothing circles there. “Usually at this point, I’d be putting my pants back on and heading out the door,” I admitted with a self-deprecating laugh.
“Not a spend-the-night kind of guy, were you?” Priest asked, with a small smile on his face.
“Nah, and the people I hooked up with usually weren’t too keen on having me stay, either,” I said. “Not like we were trying to form lasting bonds.”
“Makes sense,” Priest said. “I could go to the couch if you—”
“No,” I said immediately, cutting him off. “I want—I want to spend the night with you.” It was weird to say it out loud, but it was worth it to see the way Priest relaxed and smiled. “It’s just different, you know? Since we know each other so well.”
“Yeah,” Priest said. “It’s a little strange for me, too. But in the opposite way.”
“You feel okay about it still?” I asked. I wouldn’t be surprised if Priest had changed his mind—if it was too strange to be with someone who wasn’t Ankh, especially after the first time.
“Yeah, I do. But this is the first time I’ve been intimate with someone new in over thirty years.” He shook his head a little, like he couldn’t believe it.
“Hope I wasn’t too much of a letdown,” I said with a smirk.
“I think you did all right,” Priest said. Then he leaned up and kissed me again, and the now-familiar sensation of his lips on mine settled some of my nerves.
“Good,” I said. “This was really, really good.”
“It was,” Priest agreed. “Feels sort of… natural, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I said. “And I haven’t come that hard in a long time.”
“Haven’t lost my touch, I guess,” Priest said with a grin.
We exchanged a few more lazy