Better Late Than. Ch. 2.

He gasped and arched slightly at the first press of Connor’s fingers against his hole.

“Okay?”

Luc nodded again and squeezed Connor’s arm to encourage him. Lifting his butt slightly.

Connor slid slippery fingers up and down Luc’s crack, smiling as his breathing began to fracture and he flexed slightly with each sweep.

He continued to press kisses to Luc’s skin as he penetrated with one careful finger, then two.

When he felt Luc’s teeth on his arm, he figured he was probably ready, and chuckled.

Luc was more than ready. Red in the face and half sobbing, his cock leaking all over his thighs. Frustrated when Connor calmed him again. Tipping him back slightly and taking his trembling lips in another slow, spun out kiss.

Luc gripped his arms and practically begged with his sinful chocolate eyes, but Connor was resolute.

“I need you quiet, Luc. Calm. Or I’ll stop.”

Luc nodded and closed his eyes. Willing his breathing to slow down. Leaning back into Connor’s arms as butterfly soft kisses fluttered over his neck and chest.

So tender and loving he thought his heart might break.

He was floating and half dreaming when Connor lifted his head and ran the tips of his fingers over Luc’s throat and chest. “Better?”

Luc just smiled.

Connor moved to lie back on the bed and supported Luc as he straddled him again. Rising and falling slowly as Connor’s cock slid up and down his ass.

He bit his lip and moaned almost silently as Connor carefully breached him. The stretch and burn felt wonderous.

When he opened his eyes, Connor was frowning. Searching Luc’s body for the best way to hold him.

Luc thought for a moment, struggling a little to hold himself half impaled on Connor’s large cock.

Then he tapped his own shoulders before moving his hands to Connor’s abs.

Understanding, Connor shifted his grip. Allowing Luc to lean, fully supported, as he lowered himself slowly. His eyes closing in bliss.

His stomach was cramping, his throat was on fire as he panted, but he was full and loved and it felt so good.

He slid up and down again. The burn easing slightly, before opening his eyes and searching Connor’s.

Connor gritted his teeth and nodded. Sweat pearled on his skin, and Luc’s slow movements were like the most unbearable torture, but he would endure.

Their eyes stayed locked as Luc rose and fell, unable to increase his speed, his orgasm built painfully slowly, and when he finally came, it was with a cry that ripped his throat and a spasm that sent him tumbling down against Connor.

Connor cradled him and thrust as gently as he could, three times, before letting out a huge breath and running his fingers through Luc’s damp hair.

“Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?”

In reply, Luc, still sprawled across Connor’s body, just turned his head and kissed the damp skin of his neck.

They lay. Shaking, breathing, and sweating for a few moments. Until Connor carefully placed Luc to one side.

Luc had no strength to resist or assist. He was fading fast.

Half into dreams as he was cleaned and dried.

Eyes closed as he was lifted and cradled. Heavenly cool water sliding between his lips.

Drifting as more light kisses were scattered over his skin with soft declarations of love.

Every bruise and scrape treated to another soft brush of lips. More words of regret, sympathy, and adoration.

“I love you,” Connor whispered, as he finally finished his journey over every inch of Luc’s body. Thinking him long asleep.

He carefully cradled him close. Pressing a last kiss against the back of his neck. “I love you, always.” Before finally relaxing.

Smiling against Luc’s skin when his arm was lifted and Luc’s lips pressed against the pulse point of his wrist.

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