Page 73 of Merry & Bright
Cam stared at Rob for a long time, his restless gaze searching Rob’s face.
“Anything I want?” he whispered at last.
“Yeah.”
Cam’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “I want to be fucked. I want you to put me on my knees and make me come like that.” His cheeks were scarlet now. “I want to—let go. Have someone else...” He trailed off and looked away but Rob thought he knew the last part.
“Have someone else take control for a bit?”
“Yeah,” Cam whispered. “That.”
Rob smiled. “Okay. Let’s take this upstairs, then. I’ve got supplies in the bedroom.”
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ONCE THEY WERE IN ROB’Sbedroom, Cam let Rob undress him, standing quietly as Rob stripped away grey T-shirt, soft jeans, white briefs. When he was done, Rob allowed himself a few moments to admire Cam’s naked form, sating his curiosity about the secrets of the man’s body before he began stripping off his own clothes.
Cam lay down on Rob’s bed to watch, folding his arms under his head and spreading his legs invitingly. There was an expression of such want and trust on his face that just looking at him made something in Rob’s chest twist unexpectedly.
“Stay just like that,” Rob said, his voice husky. “Don’t move.” He found lube and condoms, and placed them on the bedside table, in easy reach, before joining Cam on the bed, stretching his body out beside him.
“Do you usually bottom?” he asked carefully.
Cam nodded. “It’s been a while, though. Since before I moved here.”
A year, then, near enough.
“We’ll take our time,” Rob promised, “I’ll get you so ready...”
By the time he was finished massaging and sucking and stretching and kissing Cam, Rob’s cock was aching so hard it felt ready to fall off. But Christ, he loved every minute, was blown away by how thoroughly Cam gave himself up to Rob’s directions and desires, by justhowready he became, all glassy-eyed and begging for release.
Rob didn’t put Cam on his knees in the end—he wanted to see the man’s face when he pushed inside him, wanted to see him lose every last vestige of his control as Rob fucked him. And when he told Cam just that, his voice cracking with lust and need, Cam was all eager compliance, pulling his knees back to his chest to open himself fully.
Rob had stretched him and slicked him, inside and out, but he still went slow, watching with awe as Cam’s body took him in, watching as Cam’s expression shifted and changed, the artist in him distantly wishing he could capture on canvas those naked glimpses of need and desire that flashed over Cam’s face.
He ran his hands over Cam’s beautiful body as he fucked him, exploring his long, slender shaft and thumbing his small, taut nipples. He fucked him tenderly, thoroughly, his measured strokes patient and relentless. He wanted to master Cam completely, even as he knew that Cam was mastering him too, his pleasure feeding Rob’s own in a wonderful, gut-wrenching loop.
The end came when Cam gasped, “I’m coming—”
In that moment, Rob let the wave take him, let it sweep his feet out from under him and pull him under. He abandoned all finesse and simply grabbed Cam’s hips, thrusting home again and again while Cam’s cries of completion urged him on, the demanding clench of his body dragging Rob’s orgasm from him just moments after Cam’s own.