Page 35 of Solomon's Ransom

Remma circled his hand around his cock and proffered it. “Now it’s all yours to enjoy.”

“And I plan to put it to very good use. In about another minute.” Sol worked his fingers out and back in as Remma stared. “That should be good enough.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I like when it’s a stretch. Don’t worry about it.” Sol added a little more lube, then spread his legs wide and said, “Let’s go, big guy.”

Remma felt like he should protest more, but the sight of Sol’s shiny pink hole was too tempting. He just didn’t have that kind of willpower. He swallowed and said, “Why don’t you get on top?”

Sol grinned. “You like that, huh? Me too. Okay, shove over, then.”

They shuffled around in the bed until Remma was on his back with Sol straddling him, still draped in his shirt. His thighs opened around Remma’s hips. He was a dream, sweet and willing and ready for Remma to fuck silly.

Sol lifted up and reached behind himself to get Remma’s cock into position. With a frown of concentration, he began to work himself down. It wasn’t an easy slide; it never was. It took effort to force Remma’s cock into the clutch of his body, and Remma always felt a little guilty about how much work it was, but he also loved to see Sol stretch the limits of what he could handle. And it was so tight and hot andwet, the best thing he’d ever felt, so how guilty could he feel, really? He was enjoying himself too much.

“I cannot,” Sol said through gritted teeth, “believe how big your dick is.”

Remma laughed, hearing how breathless he sounded. “It’s good for you. It’s good forme, anyway.”

“It’s been a while,” Sol said. “Since someone was slow to find lube. I sort of forgot.” With a heartfelt groan, he sank down another inch. “Maybe you should be on top.”

“No, come on, you can do it. Just take your time.” Remma stroked Sol’s straining thighs. “It’s good for you to put effort into things you don’t immediately excel at.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Sol said fondly.

He did finally work himself all the way down, and then just sat there, panting with an open mouth, trembling all over. Remma lifted Sol’s shirt to look at his cock, which was so hard it had drawn almost all the way against Sol’s belly.

“Don’t touch me,” Sol gritted out. “I’ll definitely come.”

“That’s the whole idea,” Remma said, but he left Sol’s cock alone. He rubbed and squeezed Sol’s thighs in what he hoped was a soothing fashion. Sol twitched at every touch but didn’t tell him to knock it off. After a minute, he leaned forward and rested his hands on Remma’s shoulders, getting the angle just how he wanted.

Remma took it as permission. He flexed his hips upward, pushing just that fraction of an inch deeper into Sol’s ass, giving them both what they wanted. “That okay?”

“Yeah. Shit, I don’t know how much I can handle. Remma?—”

“You don’t have to hold back. Just let yourself come when you’re ready.” Remma smiled up at him. “You know I like it.”

“You like everything,” Sol said shakily. “You’re too easy.”

“I don’t like everything. I just likeyou.” That was too honest, but Remma couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out. “Anything you do is okay with me.”

Sol kissed him then, and they clung to each other for a moment. Remma could practically feel Sol’s heart beating through his chest. He could feel his own, certainly, throbbing hard. He was lucky to be here with Sol—maybe not under these exact circumstances, but to have him, to get to be with him in this way.

“Fuck me,” Sol said against his mouth.

Remma smiled into the kiss. “You’re on top. You do the work.”

Sol pulled back, which wasn’t exactly what Remma wanted, even though he’d asked for it. “That’s fair. All right. Strap in.” He sighed, closed his eyes, and began to move.

Sol went slowly, in deliberate rocking movements, an easy back and forth on Remma’s dick. It felt incredible, as it always did. He was so tight and so slick, and the sight of him above Remma, heavy-lidded and pleased, was every bit as good as the sensation. Remma smoothed his hands over Sol’s hips and thighs and watched as Sol slowly went to pieces. His breathing picked up, and the wet spot on the front of his shirt expanded as his cock leaked pre-come. His eyelids drooped lower, until his eyes were fully closed, and his teeth sank into his lower lip. Yeah—he was almost there.

Remma was, too, for that matter.

“Sol,” he murmured, hands sliding beneath Sol’s shirt. “Let me watch you come.”

Sol sucked in a deep breath. His thighs were trembling. “Your favorite thing,” he said, voice unsteady.

Well—sure. What could be better? He loved to watch Sol fall apart and didn’t think anyone else in his position would feel any differently.