“You can.” Landen’s voice was calm. His fingers pressed inside him again, just one, just enough to remind him he was there. “You can. You’re doing so well, baby. So good for me.”
The praise cut through the desperation, a warm thread in the chaos. Adriel clung to it.
The third time, Landen added another finger. Three now, stretching him open, working him loose, and his mouth was back on Adriel’s cock, and the combination was obscene; the fullness inside him, the wet heat around him, the way Landen’s fingers curled and pressed against that spot with every pass.
Adriel climbed and climbed. He was whimpering constantly now, a stream of broken sounds, his hands fisted in the sheets, his legs trembling around Landen’s shoulders. He could feel himself getting close, could feel that familiar tightening, and this time, this time he was going to make it, he was going to…
Adriel screamed. Rage and need and desperation pouring out of him as Landen pulled away again, as his fingers slid free, as his mouth lifted and left Adriel shaking and empty and so hard it hurt, his cock purple and leaking, his whole body a single raw nerve.
“That’s three,” Landen murmured, stroking his thigh. “You’re doing so well, Adriel. So beautiful like this. The sounds you make…” He shook his head, something like wonder in his eyes. “I should do this forever. Keep you right here, on the edge, shaking and begging, and never get tired of it.”
Adriel was crying. He realized it distantly, felt the tears tracking down his temples, wetting his hair, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t do anything except lie there and shake and want. His body was beyond his control now; trembling all over, his cock throbbing with every heartbeat, his hole clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.
“Please,” he gasped. “Please, please, I’ll do anything, please let me… please, Landen, I need… I need…”
“I know, baby.” Landen’s voice was soft, even as his eyes remained dark with hunger. “I know. You’ve been so good for me.”
He reached for the lube again. That time, when his fingers pressed inside, there were three immediately, working him open with purpose, stretching him, preparing him. His mouth didn’t return to Adriel’s cock, instead, his free hand wrapped around it, stroking him slowly, keeping him right there on the edge while his fingers curled and pressed.
Adriel was beyond words now. The sounds coming out of him were raw, formless; plea and prayer and worship all tangled together. He was crying freely, tears streaming, his whole body shaking, every nerve ending screaming for release.
Landen watched him. Studied him. Took in every twitch, every gasp, every desperate sound with an expression of reverence.
Then he pulled his fingers free.
Adriel sobbed at the loss, empty again, aching, and then Landen was rising over him, positioning himself, and the head of his cock pressed against Adriel’s entrance.
“Look at me,” Landen said.
Adriel forced his eyes open. Landen’s face was above him, close, his eyes dark and intent, his jaw tight with the effort of restraint.
“I love you,” Landen said. “Do you understand? I love you.”
Then he pushed inside.
One long, slow thrust that filled him completely.
Adriel’s mouth fell open in a silent cry. His nails dug into Landen’s shoulders, his back arching off the bed, his body struggling to accommodate the sudden fullness. Landen was thick inside him, stretching him in a way his fingers couldn’t, filling him so completely that Adriel couldn’t tell where he ended and Landen began.
Landen held still. His forehead pressed to Adriel’s, both of them shaking, both of them breathing hard. The intimacy of it undid something in Adriel’s chest.
“Okay?” Landen murmured.
Adriel nodded and gripped Landen’s shoulders tighter, and tried to breathe through it.
Then Landen started to move. Slow strokes at first, deep and devastating, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with excruciating patience. Each thrust hit that spot inside him, that place that made his vision white out, and Adriel’s cries were punched out of him with every pass.
Then the rhythm built. Harder. Faster. Relentless.
Landen fucked him with purpose now, deep and driving, his hips snapping forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Adriel’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, his heels digging into the small of Landen’s back, his body moving with Landen’s, meeting every thrust.
“Look at you,” Landen gritted out, his voice rough, wrecked. “So needy. So desperate. You feel…fuck, Adriel, you feel incredible. Like you were made for my cock. Like you were made for me.”
Adriel moaned, the words going straight through him, winding around something deep and hungry.
“You’re everything,” Landen continued, his pace quickening, his breathing ragged. “Everything. I didn’t know… I didn’t know I could want someone like this. You undo me. Every time. You undo me.”
Adriel’s hands roamed Landen’s back, his shoulders, his neck; touching everywhere, holding on, trying to anchor himself to something as the pleasure built and built and threatened to sweep him away.