Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Could Ezra sense that need? Just tonight, he wanted to believe that he already missed Frank the way Frank missed him.
This desire was like a wave rolling over Frank and leaving him breathless. He grabbed Ezra’s ass and lifted him with ease, and his lover had to understand him without words because he blew out the candle, then reached back and pushed away the dishes, making space in the middle of the table right before Frank set him down. As soon as he had the support of wood under him, he leaned forward and rubbed his face against the crook of Frank’s neck, kissing it so softly it felt like being brushed by the wings of a butterfly.
Frank had never been a poetic guy, always grounded in the bleak reality of life, catching glimpses of pleasure where he could, but around Ezra… yeah, he thought of butterflies, of his lover's skin being like rose petals, and compared his eyes to amber, which might hold his reflection forever. Because Ezra would be taking a piece of Frank to California even if he didn’t know it yet.
He wanted to say that, express it somehow, but only some useless grunt came out of his mouth, and he settled on pulling Ezra’s pants down as Ezra’s hands were already on the soft fabric belt tying Frank’s robe.
Neither of them said anything, but every gasp, every whisper of fabric, and creak of wood seemed loud like a gunshot. Ezra’s gaze was on fire, as if he were already burning on the inside and about to set Frank alight. But Frank didn’t care. The moment the pants landed on the floor, Ezra opened his toned legs, grabbed the folds of Frank’s robe, and pulled him between his thighs.
Maybe he was genuinely sorry about leaving Frank behind. Maybe he just liked getting fucked this much. It no longer mattered.
His lips were a drug, and Frank wasn’t looking forward to the detox, so he’d gorge on them one last time.
And yes, he did nip on Ezra’s neck, because fuck it. They’d never see each other again.
He rolled his hips between Ezra’s spread legs, already missing the fucks as much as he would miss anticipating them. But what he’d also miss was the relaxing TV marathons, the dinners, the cuddles, the sweet text messages, and sizzling selfies.
He had the saddest boner, but he was rock-hard nevertheless, and nothing but Ezra’s sweet, tight body would do.
The elegant hand with nails polished to perfection reached down and brought their dicks together, squeezing them to Ezra’s hard stomach. The jolt it sent all the way to Frank’s feet could have electrified the floor, but he was utterly focused on the man sprawled before him, so very needy and submissive.
For a moment Frank indulged in the fantasy of abducting Ezra back to his lair, cuffing him to the bed blindfolded so he could never leave, but he wasn't that kind of man. And it would have given him no satisfaction to trap a bird of paradise in a cage.
Ezra caught his gaze and tilted his hips, his free hand roaming Frank’s hairy chest as if he couldn’t decide where to touch next. “I need—”
“Yes. Let me just…” But when Frank tried to pull away to get lube and condoms, Ezra clamped his legs around him and wouldn’t let go.
“Don’t. I—” He shivered, once again squeezing their cocks. The flush on his cheeks was hypnotic, but he seemed just as irrational as Frank felt. “You know I’m on PrEP. Unless you want the rubbers, I’m okay without,” he uttered.
The words awoke such a fire in Frank’s brain it was hard for him to think straight. This was exactly what he always lectured his nephew about not doing.
Fuck it.
He’d get to leave a piece of him inside Ezra.
“I don’t. I want you to say my name when I fill you with my cum,” he rasped into Ezra’s ear and pulled his legs up for better access to that sweet ass.
This was no pity fuck.
He was wanted. Truly wanted. Ezra wouldn’t have suggested going bare otherwise.
Ezra gave a frantic nod, smiling, and forced Frank down for a kiss so hard it made Frank’s head spin. Very little blood was left to keep his brain functioning at this point, but it didn’t matter, because his body knew what it needed when Ezra passed him some bottle. He didn’t check if it was oil or something else, just poured it in his hand and slicked his dick, dripping some of the improvised lube onto his lover’s balls.
“You’re so damn good at it,” Ezra rasped, squeezing Frank’s pecs with liquid desire pooling in his eyes.
Frank didn’t want to think about missing this in the future and focused on the here and now.
Here and now, Ezra kept kissing him.
Here and now, his dick throbbed with need.