Puzzle by Nora Phoenix

43

He was so goddamn beautiful, the way he lay there, all spread out for Branson. His skin creamy white, his cock red with desire, his eyes dark with want. Perfection. And best of all? Ryder loved him. How had Branson gotten this lucky?

“Bran…” Ryder all but whined, clearly trying to get Branson to move on to his cock. But Branson had something else in mind first. He grabbed Ryder’s hips, then yanked him down so he lay flat on his back. Ryder, smart as he was, pulled up his legs and spread them wide, offering Branson full access. Oh, yes.

He dropped on his belly, his mouth so close he breathed over Ryder’s leaking cock, making it jump. Ryder had kept waxing himself, and how Branson loved that. He’d never minded some hair down there, but fuck, the sensation of those smooth balls and that perfect little pink hole were out of this world.

He sucked his balls first, the nuts perfectly proportioned to fit in his mouth. Not enough men understood how amazing that felt, both for the giver and the taker. Branson rolled one around in his mouth, then sucked gently, using his tongue for more pressure. They tightened even further in his mouth.

When he let them go, they were glistening, and Ryder had resorted to begging in an endless stream of moans and whimpers. Branson couldn’t understand half of it, but the gist was clear. More. Well, he’d get his wish. Branson intended to drive him crazy.

He looked up at him, but Ryder had his eyes closed, his hands clutching the sheets. Branson returned his attention to the job at hand: Ryder’s cock, all flushed with a trail of precum dripping from the tip to his stomach. Oh, the urge to take him into his mouth was overwhelming, but he wanted something else first. He so rarely did this because he’d never felt comfortable enough with hookups, but with Ryder, everything was different.

And so Branson put his hands on Ryder’s thighs, spread them even wider, then bent his head and lapped a stripe right across Ryder’s hole.

“Fuck!” Ryder cried out. “Ohfuckohfuck… Do that again? Please?”

Branson grinned. As if he was going to stop now. Hell no. He was just getting started. He licked again, loving the way Ryder gasped and twitched beneath him. And fuck, he tasted good. Branson dug in, piercing that pink hole with his tongue, nibbling on the surrounding flesh until it was all soft and flushed, and then he entered him with the tip of his tongue.

Every breathy whimper, every unintelligible plea spurred him on until he was straight up making love to that pretty star, kissing and licking and sucking and fucking it until Ryder’s hands laced through Branson’s hair and his grip became painful. “I can’t…” Ryder all but sobbed. “I can’t hold back anymore.”

“You don’t have to. Let it go.” Branson was a little surprised Ryder would even try to restrain himself.

“No. No, I want you to be inside me… Want to feel you stretching me. Don’t wanna come without you. Together. It needs to be together.”

A deep satisfaction filled Branson. Ryder’s need to be connected to him was more arousing than any porn had ever been. He snatched the lube off the nightstand, then pumped some onto his fingers. Prep should be a breeze after his thorough rimming, and indeed it was. Within a minute, Ryder was ready.

Branson coated his own cock. No condom. They’d gotten rid of those even before they’d made their relationship official, but Branson hadn’t fully gotten used to it. He loved how much more intimate it felt…and god, the sight of his cum dripping out of Ryder’s ass? Hottest. Thing. Ever.

Ryder drew his knees to his chest and tucked his arms beneath them, spreading himself wide open. Branson stretched out on top of him, his weight on his knees as he sank inside him. He tried to go slow, he really did, but oh, that ass sucked him in. Ryder was needy and greedy, and Branson fucking loved it.

Ryder bit on his lip as he took Branson in inch by inch, the expression on his face alternating between pleasure and discomfort. “Too fast?” Branson checked.

“No, no… Just… Fuck, you stretch me so wide.”

Branson slowly sank in all the way, and when he bottomed out, Ryder let go of his legs and clamped them around Branson, clinging to him as if he never wanted to let him go. Ryder blindly sought Branson’s mouth, and he caught his lips in an unending kiss, staying buried deep inside him, not even moving. Just being with him was enough, Ryder’s body clenching around his cock, his breath dancing over Branson’s skin, his moans music to his ears.

He pulled out only an inch, then slid back in, gentle and deep. His lips never left Ryder’s as he set a soothing pace. At times, they only rested against Ryder’s, their breaths intermingling, their quiet moans meeting each other, their hearts as close as their bodies, beating in the same rhythm.

“I love you,” Branson mumbled. “I love you so much.”

“Mmm. Love you too.”

Branson didn’t grow tired of the slow pace, of the graceful way his hips moved as he filled Ryder’s body again and again. He wanted it to last forever, this feeling of being one. Ryder had slung his hands around Branson, his fingers digging into his neck, then his shoulders. His legs hitched higher around Branson’s waist, allowing him to pull out a little more before thrusting back in.

Time passed, but they were above it. Nothing else existed but them, their bodies as close as humanly possible. He’d remember this forever, the first time they’d made love. They rocked together, moving completely in sync, and Branson’s orgasm built up so slowly he thought he’d be able to last for hours. Every time he closed in on it, he slowed down again, not wanting it to end yet.

Until he reached the point where he had to come, the tension in his body uncomfortable, and his muscles were screaming. He was exhausted, every part of his body aching, but that was a small price to pay for this magical experience.

“I gotta come, chéri,” he said. “Can’t hold it anymore.”

“Same. Together, babe.”

Ryder had called him babe. Power surged through Branson, giving him a boost that made him feel like he could fly. Ryder slipped his hand between them, circling his own cock. Branson propped himself up on his trembling forearms, gathering his last bit of strength for the finish. One, two trusts, then one more…and his orgasm rolled over him as gentle and long as their lovemaking had been. Ryder’s heated channel pulsed around him as he, too, came, spurting his load between them.

Branson flipped onto his back, bringing Ryder with him as they both lay panting, Ryder’s cheek resting on Branson’s shoulder. “I love you.” Branson kissed the back of his head, since he couldn’t reach anywhere else.

“Mmm.”

Branson smiled. Wouldn’t be the first time he’d fucked Ryder into oblivion…and, hopefully, not the last time either. What a thought that was, that he’d get to spend the rest of his life with this amazing man. On a whim, he kissed the top of his head again, then lifted him onto the mattress. “I’ll be right back, chéri.”

Ryder moaned in response, the tired grunt of someone too exhausted to lift a finger.

Branson’s smile grew only wider as he walked into the bathroom and started running a bath, adding some salts Brenda had given him ages ago. They were supposed to be relaxing. Not that he cared. All he wanted was to take care of his man.

When he came back, Ryder had rolled onto his back, blinking sleepily at Branson. “That was amazing.”

“It was. Time to clean you up.”

“Can I stay here just a little longer? I promise I’ll wash the sheets right after.”

“I’ve got something better for you, chéri.”

He bent and lifted Ryder out of bed. He flailed his arms and squealed as he clung to Branson. “What are you doing?”

Branson made sure he had a good grip on him, then carried him to the bathroom. “We’re taking a bath together, my love.”

Ryder’s smile blossomed into a big, beaming one. “Look at you being all romantic.”

Branson kissed his nose. “You deserve all the romance, chéri. I’d give you the moon if I could.”

Damn, he’d never known he was capable of saying things like that, let alone feel them into the very depths of his soul. Love was amazing, wasn’t it?

Maneuvering the two of them into the bathtub was a tight fit, but they made it work, Ryder settling on Branson’s lap. Branson let the tub run as full as he dared, then turned off the faucet. Ryder let out a sigh, then sagged against him, his body relaxed. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure, chéri.”

“Bran?” Ryder asked after a long pause.

“Hmm?”

“What’s the next step for us? I don’t want to presume, but we’re not twenty anymore, and I know you’ve been serious about wanting a relationship.”

“We’ll go as slow as you need to. I understand if you need some time to adjust to—”

“I don’t.”

Hope blossomed in Branson’s heart. “No?”

“No. Once I make a decision, I’m all in.”

“In that case, I’d love for you to meet my parents. I told them about you, and they’re dying to meet you.”

Ryder let out a soft gasp. “You talked to them about me?”

“Mmm. I said I’d found my person.”

“I didn’t tell my parents about you.” Ryder sounded guilty. “Well, that’s not entirely true. I informed them I was becoming your roommate, but not about the rest of our…arrangement. Which has now expanded even more.”

Branson chuckled at Ryder’s choice of words. “We’ll call it the platinum upgrade.”

Ryder laughed, then grew serious again. “I want to introduce you to them. And to Dorian, though he’s already met you. He’s going to be so happy for me…even if he’ll say ‘I told you so’ a million times first.”

“He’s earned that right, I’d say. Would you be okay with being open about it at work?”

Ryder groaned. “Oh god, now I have to tell Weston we’re boyfriends after all. I’m never going to live that one down, am I?”

“Probably not, but it’ll be worth it, right?”

“I suppose so…”

“You suppose?” Branson squeezed Ryder’s ass underwater.

“Ow! Okay, okay… Of course it’ll be worth it. But it’s still humiliating.”

“I’ll be right there with you, chéri. We’ll blame me. How’s that? I can take it.”

“I can take it as well.”

“I know, but let me take care of you, please? We’ll throw me under the bus so all teasing will be directed at me.”

Ryder looped his hand backward around Branson’s neck. “I already like having a boyfriend.”

“Me too.” The warmth in Branson’s heart spread a thousandfold. “Me too, chéri.”