Page 173 of Should the Sky Fall

But naked and with his body softened with sleep, he’s otherworldly.

And he’s all Cal’s.

Inhaling the scent of Dawson’s shampoo, Cal presses a kiss behind his ear, loving the small little hum Dawson makes. He trails his lips down the side of Dawson’s neck, fascinated with the way his skin pebbles under the touch even when he’s asleep.

Cal’s cock has been hard and pressed against Dawson’s lower back since he’d woken up, but he doesn’t pay it any attention. He has more important things to take care of.

Like take Dawson apart.

He skims a hand over Dawson’s chest, grazing his nipple. It draws a sleepy whine from him, so Cal does it again, a few more times for good measure, filing every single reaction away. He plans on utilizing the informationa lot.

Moving his hand lower, he rubs it in circles over Dawson’s lower stomach, his knuckles brushing Dawson’s swelling cock.

Dawson squirms, letting out a loud yawn. “Hmm… Cal?” he says sleepily. It’s unfairly adorable.

“Good morning,” Cal mumbles against his nape, flicking his tongue out to get a fleeting taste of Dawson’s skin. God, he tastes good. Smells good. Cal wants to ravish him.

“Morning.” Dawson cranes his neck to peek at Cal over his shoulder. Amusedly, he asks, “What are you doing?”

“Devouring you,” Cal says, pressing himself against Dawson until there's no space between them. His cock drags over Dawson’s cheeks, but he ignores it again and wraps a loose fist around Dawson’s cock.

Dawson’s hips give an involuntary thrust, and he moans. “Um, Cal?” Cal hums to let him know he’s listening as he continues showering Dawson’s shoulders with kisses. “That sounds…really good but…I’m actually a little sore after, you know. Yesterday and the day before.”

Cal stills and pushes himself up so Dawson can see him. “I wasn’t going to do that.”

“Oh.” Dawson blinks in surprise and licks his lips. Intrigue lights up his eyes. “What were you going to do?”

“Can I show you?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” He looks down the length of his body. “What should I…”

“Like this.” Cal nudges him until Dawson is flat on his belly, all that beautiful skin on display. “Lift your hips for me.” Remembering something he saw in a video, he grabs a pillow and slides it under Dawson’s hips.

Dawson wiggles until he’s comfortable and rests his cheek on his folded arms. “What are you up to?” he asks with a smirk.

“Something I saw yesterday.”

“Yest—In porn?!” Dawson pushes up on his forearms, his expression turning alarmed. “Cal. Very few things in porn are realistic. Most of them wouldn’t even work, let alone feel good.”

Is that true? But the men in the video—porn—seemed to enjoy it a lot.

“Can I give it a try? And you tell me if you like it or not?”

Worrying his lip, Dawson finally nods. “Okay.” He flops back onto his belly and burrows his face in his arms. “Saw it in porn. My husband is crazy,” he mumbles.

Smiling to himself, Cal nudges Dawson’s legs apart and settles between them. He doesn’t jump straight in, as much as he’s tempted. Instead, he takes his time exploring Dawson in a way he hasn’t had a chance yet. He drags his palms from Dawson’s ankles and up over his calves, chuckling when he finds a ticklish spot behind Dawson’s knee.

He rubs Dawson’s thighs, marveling at how his skin is so silky compared to Cal’s. He holds his breath when he reaches Dawson’s ass cheeks, remembering what it felt like to slide between them and bury himself in the heat of his body.

“Having fun?” Dawson asks with amusement, watching over his shoulder. Despite his lighthearted tone, his face is flushed and his eyes hooded. He’s affected more than he’s letting on.

“Yes.” Cal slides onto his stomach and places a kiss on Dawson's tailbone, then drags his lips down over his cheeks. He grasps each cheek in one hand and pulls them apart. It’s no wonder Dawson is sore; his hole is red and a little swollen, and it flutters when Cal leans in to kiss it.

Dawson’s breath hitches. “Cal?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Um, thanks? But—” Dawson bucks when Cal flicks the tip of his tongue over his entrance.