Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

disappearing and a half-smile curling his lips. "We can go to um… my place if you want."
    "I want," Devon repeated. "But I don't mind sticking around for a bit. No rush, right? Or are you the quick and easy type?"
    Quick and easy was certainly one way to describe their first night together. They'd both already been half hard when they left the club. Devon said he couldn't ride his motorcycle in his present condition so Scott had driven them both back to his place with Devon's hand strategically placed on Scott's thigh the whole way.
    "Nice place. Where's the bedroom?"
    Scott liked Devon's attitude, liked everything about him, and as hard as falling into bed with a beautiful stranger was, he made the sacrifice whole-heartedly. Devon slipped out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor at his feet.
    "Do you kiss?"
    Scott was surprised at Devon's question but the sincerity in his eyes told him it was valid. "Do I? Why?"
    Devon shrugged, stepping closer to Scott, his hand slipping behind Scott's neck. "Been with guys who don't, but personally I like to kiss."
    Oh fuck, yes.
    Scott moved in first, rising up on his toes and capturing Devon's lips. It was bold and determined and so not how Scott usually was, but it felt better than anything he'd felt before. Devon pulled him hard against his chest, hands moving to cup Scott's ass while he ground their hips together.
    They licked and sucked at each other's mouths, testing the waters slowly before Devon poked then slid his tongue between Scott's lips. Scott drew it in, sucking on the tip then twining and twisting it with his own. Kissing a man who wasn't trying too hard was a treat; no slobbery salivating, no tongue reaching for Scott's tonsils, and no unnecessary grinding of lips and teeth. Devon kissed with his whole body—there was nothing better than that.
    "You're a great kisser," Scott groaned when he pulled away, breathless as his heart thumped against his ribcage and his dick throbbed in his pants.
    "You talk too much," Devon said, slipping his fingers under the hem of Scott's shirt. "And you have way too many clothes on." The shirt was easily removed, the buttons ignored as Devon yanked it over Scott's head.
    "I'm not the one who's always talking," Scott replied, returning the favor when he removed Devon's tight t-shirt the same way. He gulped back a gasp of surprise when two beautiful silver rings were revealed on Devon's chest. "Maybe you need something to keep your mouth busy."
    Scott was surprised again by his boldness, but it had grand results when he was shoved backward and his ass hit the bed. Devon was automagically on top of him, kissing, licking, groping, shoving his hand down Scott's pants. Warm fingers wrapped around Scott's cock, the lack of space not hindering Devon's stroking and touching.
    "Take them off," Scott said, sucking in his belly as Devon went to work on his button and zipper. His pants were roughly shoved down his hips and over his thighs, tangling at his ankles and just left that way. He didn't mind, especially after Devon's hot mouth fully engulfed his dick and his balls tightened to his body.
    "Holy hell… wanna touch you, too." He was slightly embarrassed he was already leaking down Devon's throat from a few well-maneuvered sucks and gropes, but damn he hadn't had sex or even a blowjob in a really long time.
    "Jesus, Devon," he gasped when Devon took him deeper, the tip of his cock bumping up against the back of Devon's throat. In his before life—his before Devon life—he may have wondered how Devon had become such an expert cock sucker, but right then nothing mattered but feeling those soft lips stretched around his girth.
    He moaned deep in his throat when Devon's fingers found his balls and the sensitive patch behind them, lightly rubbing and scratching, threatening to send Scott over the edge.
    "Dammit, let me suck you, too." He was aggravated that he couldn't touch and taste. He fisted his fingers in Devon's hair when Devon's hand slid up and over his quivering body, Scott's belly going guitar-string taut then all fluttery and warm when fingers circled his belly button and then moved up to his chest.
    Scott tugged harder in Devon's hair until he was finally released with an echoing "pop".
    "After you come," Devon said, moving back up Scott's body to capture his lips in a slobbery, but perfect kiss. "You taste delicious. If I wasn't trying to make a good first impression, I'd probably go off in my pants right now."
    "Oh