Gabriel reached over to the nightstand, fumbling for the lube. In a frenzy, Ben hurriedly yanked off Gabriel’s pants and underwear and then worked to rid himself of his own clothes. He knee-walked onto the bed and grabbed the lube. He slowly worked to prepare Gabriel, just as Gabriel had done to him the night before. He carefully pushed and stretched, one finger, then another, watching…memorizing…
Every flex of muscle.
The way Gabriel’s eyes screwed shut and his throat worked, battling for control.
How those fingers dug into the mattress.
He was the one doing this to Gabriel. He was the one driving him to the edge. Ben squeezed more lube on his hands and slicked himself up. Biting the corner of his lip, he thought of what to do next and froze.
It was funny how quickly confidence faded.
He grabbed the towel and wiped his hands. A touch to his arm stilled him. He glanced up at Gabriel.
“What happened?” Gabriel signed.
He shrugged, fidgeting with the towel in his hands as his pulse galloped.
Gabriel hooked his finger in a come here motion. Ben leaned forward, resting his body against Gabriel, sighing the moment their bodies pressed together. Gabriel tucked his finger under Ben’s chin, drawing his face up.
“Do you want to do this?” Gabriel asked.
Hell. Fricken. Yes.
“Now would be the time to say no if you want to stop.”
Ben huffed out a silent chuckle and set the towel aside. “I’m worried I’m going to mess up. But I want to do this,” he signed.
The corner of those full lips twitched upward. “There’s my fighting warrior.” Gabriel cupped his face. “Everything you do will feel good. Do you know why?”
Ben absently shook his head, almost as if in a trance, staring at those full lips, waiting for the next few words to move them.
Gabriel took Ben’s hand and flattened it against his chest, the strong fast pounding of Gabriel’s heartbeat thumped against Ben’s palm. “Because this is what you do to me. And it makes everything feel good.” Gabriel pressed their mouths together, teasing, licking, and gently nipping at Ben’s lip.
A moan crept up Ben’s throat, the need overpowering the worry thrumming through his body. Shifting on the bed, he positioned himself over Gabriel and aligned their bodies. Refusing to let the worry ruin the moment, he blew out a shaky breath and inched forward, gasping a breath when he entered Gabriel and the tight heat surrounded him. He screwed his eyes shut, willing his body to calm. There wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to lose it before he had this experience.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed forward through the tightness. Slowly. Carefully. Every inch of his body was on fire, crackling with excitement.
After taking a few deep breaths, Ben opened his eyes. His gaze instantly met with lust-filled brown eyes. As if an unspoken message relayed between them, a smile tugged at his mouth at exactly the same moment a grin widened on Gabriel’s face. He leaned forward, meeting Gabriel midway for a kiss. Gabriel took Ben’s hand and guided it to the side of his neck, covering Ben’s hand with his own. The vibrations of Gabriel’s groan throbbed in his throat and into the kiss with each slow thrust.
Ben wanted this…this feeling, this new experience. He wanted to memorize it. Recall and relive it in high definition. He shoved forward, thrusting his hips into Gabriel with the entire force of his body. Gabriel tore away from the kiss and threw his hands back over his head, gripping the headboard behind him. He pushed off the headboard as Ben slammed his hips forward. Again and again, in a frenzied dance to get closer. Ben gasped for air as sweat burst from his pores. The heat surrounding him was overwhelming, dizzying. Enthralling.
He gripped Gabriel’s strong legs, holding him, spellbound by the way Gabriel’s body tightened, moved, and twitched.
The strained control in every flexing muscle was breathtaking.
Ben’s gaze slid down to where their bodies connected, staring in awe and wonder. Fast, then slow, and fast again.
The legs around his waist tightened and held him in place, flush against Gabriel’s body. His gaze snapped up, his breath rushing through his lips at the sight of Gabriel’s twisting body and those strong hands now clawing at the sheets. Ben’s pulse sprinted as Gabriel fought for control, the muscles clenching and flexing with the battle until he finally arched and stiffened, spilling his release between them.
The spark tickling the base of Ben’s spine shot up