Page 144 of Should Our Hearts Catch Fire

Ellis yelps, nearly jackknifing off the bed. “A little warning next time?” He glares at Gabe over his shoulder, but the effect is diminished by his flushed cheeks and hooded eyes.

“I’m being appreciative.”

“You’re being a menace.”

“So you’ve said.” He gently slaps Ellis’ right cheek, drawing an appalled sound out of him. “Now, shush, and let me eat your gorgeous ass.”

Ellis doesn’t quite listen, still grumbling away, but Gabe pays him no mind. He licks and sucks at his hole until it’s wet and pliant, relaxed enough that he can easily slide a finger inside. He goes slow, pausing as Ellis’ heat envelopes him. Ellis has taken his finger before, but he’s still mostly unused to it.

“Yes?” he asks to make sure.

In answer, Ellis further parts his legs and arches his back.Sweet Jesus.

Permission granted, Gabe takes his time opening Ellis up, sliding his finger in and out in a torturously slow pace. It doesn’t matter he’s tormenting himself too—he gets to see Ellis become unhinged, and there’s nothing hotter than that.

“Fuck!” Fisting the sheets, Ellis keens when a second finger works itself inside his body, brushing right against his prostate. “Fuck. God.”

Gabe tries to bite back a shit-eating grin, but the humor quickly leaves him. His breath catches when Ellis, who’s apparently had it up to here with Gabe’s leisurely pace, starts to move. He works his hips, pushing his ass back to get the fingers inside him deeper, then driving forward and thrusting his cock against the sheets.

Gabe watches the scene with poorly concealed wonder, not moving an inch and instead letting Ellis do the work. He only crooks his fingers when Ellis seems to get frustrated with looking for the right angle.

Gabe feels his fingers bump the bundle of nerves again, pulling a beautiful, porn-worthy wail out of Ellis.

“Yeah,” he says raggedly, watching with fascination as his fingers repeatedly disappear into Ellis’ hole. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Shut up,” Ellis manages between breathy moans, shivering.

“Never.”

Even as he’s about to take another man’s cock, it’s the compliment that makes Ellis hide his face, his energy spiking with embarrassment.

It would be adorable if it wasn’t so heart-wrenching.

Well then, Gabe will just have to get him used to it.

Challenge accepted.

He has just added a third finger, sucking in a breath at the insane tightness, when a pair of pleading blue eyes gaze back at him.

“G-Gabe…”

“Yeah. Come on.”

Slowly withdrawing his fingers, he helps Ellis turn onto his back. He looks a wreck—a fucking beautiful wreck—all messy, sweat-soaked hair and bitten-red lips. The flush has spread from his face and neck to his chest, his whole body thrumming with anticipation.

How Gabe is going to survive this man welcoming him into his body, he has no clue.

“Gabriel.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re staring.”

“You’re beautiful.”

Predictably, Ellis scowls, hands flying to his face. “Oh my god, stop it!”

“But it’s true.” He gently coaxes Ellis to reveal his face, dipping down to take his lips in a kiss. “Ready?”