Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

to expose soft skin and rough hair to Dev's exploring touch.
    They moved until Sammy was propped against the headboard, Devin nestled in the warm space between his legs, their lips never losing contact. Dev felt it then, the sudden flood of emotion when they kissed— lust, love, yearning, the knowledge that this was right, this was what he'd searched for with other men and come up empty. His breath caught and Devin leaned back, catching his breath.
    Sam inhaled sharply. "Is there... what's wrong?"
    "Nothing," Devin said. His heart was pounding and he was short of breath, but that was because being with Sam was making him so hot, he was dizzy with the rush. Dev smiled. "Everything's right."
    "Good," Sam said. He squeezed the back of Devin's neck again. "Because if you were going to run away from me again, I'd have to chase you down, tie you up and have my way with you."
    Devin's surprised laugh became another kiss, so slow and soft he could feel Sam possessing bits of him at a time. He'd never run again. Always wanted to be in this bed, with him, if just the touch of Sam's hand sliding under his shirt and a soft moan as Dev responded in kind could nearly send him over the edge.
    Devin rubbed his thumb over Sam's nipple through the thin cotton of his worn shirt. He was rewarded with a breathy whimper as Sam leaned into the touch, his own hands pausing for a second as he registered the contact.
    "I want to taste you," Sam whispered and Devin almost came right then.
    Before he could gather his thoughts enough to whisper a sexy comeback, Sam had him on his back, shorts, briefs and shirts tossed onto the floor with the other clothes and was taking him in hand, a wicked smile lighting the hazel eyes. "You're beautiful," Sam whispered. Hot breath on skin was replaced by warm, wet heat and Devin closed his eyes, allowing himself to get lost in the sensation. A few light pulls and then, "Look at me," had Devin opening his eyes again, looking into Sam's as he eased Dev's foreskin back and flicked his tongue over the head.
    Devin's hips bucked from the bed. Sam held him in place as he continued, swirling his tongue as he took Devin into his mouth. Inch by inch, he took him in deeper, hands reaching up to stroke circles around Devin's nipples in tandem.
    "Sam." Barely more than a whisper.
    "Mm." A hum that threatened Devin's control. Sam's head bobbed, taking Dev as deep as he could before he pulled back, leaving Devin hard and slick and aching for that tight, wet heat around him again. Sam obliged before Devin could take his next breath, remember what he'd wanted to say.
    Then, "Sam." Urgent, a hand in Sam's hair, clutching at the short strands as Devin struggled not to come. Sam winked, his head moving in time with Devin's frantic thrusts. More humming, a squeeze to his balls and then, "Fuck."
    He'd always pulled out before. Always. It was one of the rules Dev stuck to religiously. But with Sam looking him in the eye, there was little Dev could do but give him everything he wanted.
    Licking his wet lips, Sam moved up the bed and rejoined their lips. This time the kiss was faster, saltier, wetter, a beginning that had Devin hard again in moments. Sam's hand was between them, stroking them both, getting stickier by the second.
    "Wait," Devin said. Sam licked his lips. "I want—" To return the favor. To feel on equal ground again.
    "Later," Sam said. "I need you in me now." He pulled Devin over him, moved his hand out of the way. Dev rocked against him, their cocks slick and sensitive to the touch. Every sensation of skin on skin and hair and muscular thighs and wandering hands and thrusting tongues became a game, a challenge— who would last the longest, beg first? Another kiss and Devin was lost, nail flicking over one of Sam's nipples as he slowed his thrusts, not wanting to come again without him. Sam moaned. Dev pulled their lips apart.
    "Do you have?"
    "Yes."
    There was some fumbling in a drawer— desperate now— and shaky hands brushed aside as Sam took over preparation. Then they were joined. Sam locked his legs behind Devin's hips and waited, adjusted, looked into his lover's eyes and pulled him down into another of those slow, soul-melting kisses.
    Devin thought he'd been ready for it, but the feel of Sam beneath him, being inside him, was almost too much. He moved deeper, the pressure easing enough to allow them the perfect fit and groaned into Sam's mouth. Dev moved his hips back, slowly, savoring each panting