Chapter Fifteen

Ari bounced onto the mattress like a particularly delicate sack of potatoes.

“Off. Everything off,” Orin grunted.

Orin’s voice was muffled by the shirt he was wrestling over his head, braces already hanging in loops by his hips and trousers undone.

Ari rushed to comply as Orin’s face emerged, full lips parted around heavy breath and eyes hot enough to set Ari’s blood boiling in his veins.

He struggled out of his boots and waistcoat, just starting to unwind his ascot when big hands hooked into his waistband and yanked him across the bed. Orin tugged his trousers off without bothering with the fastenings. The harsh scrape of canvas down Ari’s hips and thighs only served to sensitize his skin, every nerve ending wide awake and screaming for attention.

Ari redoubled his efforts, removing his shirt at record speed as Orin made quick work of his drawers. His hands slowed as he took in the sight of Ari splayed across the bed in only his stockings, one thick finger working under his right garter until the silk ribbon bit into the soft flesh of Ari’s thigh.

Orin’s tongue traced the length of his bottom lip as he drank in Ari carefully untying his garters and rolling down his stockings. His lips worked around words that remained mostly silent, a few escaping here and there in a roughly whispered litany of filthy praise.

Ari’s gaze caught on the thick length of Orin’s cock protruding from his open trousers, gleaming wet at the tip. He reached out before the thought was fully formed and wrapped his hands around it with a soft squeeze. Orin fell onto his elbows above him with a groan, kicking his trousers off the rest of the way.

The muscles of his arm bulged in a manner Ari would definitely be revisiting in his memory as Orin worked an arm under his back and lifted him to the center of the bed.

Orin’s kiss was deep and urgent and yet so achingly gentle Ari felt raw from it. Words and emotions that had no place in their situation welled up inside him until his entire body ached with the effort of containing it all.

Orin kept his focus on him, his face filled to the brim with answering emotion, teeth clenched against the words that spilled out of him in staccato bursts of reluctant poetry.

Ari arched into the work-rough hands that ran up and down his torso as Orin dipped his head to lick at his small pink nipples, his eyes flashing up at him when Ari gasped against the pull of teeth.

Ari wove his fingers through the soft waves of Orin’s hair, then caught and pulled, earning a startled grunt as Ari used his hold to pull Orin’s face back up to his.

Ari’s kiss had all of the depth and urgency of Orin’s with none of the gentleness, abandoning soft licks to bite at Orin’s lips and suck hard around his tongue when it emerged to erase the sting.

The sound Orin made at that hit Ari’s bloodstream like a drug, sending him writhing and frantic, hands scratching down Orin’s back and up through the hair across his chest.

Orin pushed up onto his elbows, bruised lips slick. Ari stretched to lick at them until Orin pinned him down with a gentle hand that spanned his chest from nipple to nipple.

“Alright, now. You’re gonna burn a hole clean through my bed like this. Why don’t you just tell me what you need? Anything you want, beautiful.”

Ari twisted, lifting his hips to rub his cock against Orin’s stomach until Orin held him firmly against the bed with the opposite hand on his hip. He whined against the immobility but something released inside him at the sensation of security all the same.

He tilted his head up to meet Orin’s patient gaze as he slid his hands restlessly up the length of Orin’s arms to hook over his shoulders.

“I just. I wish I could. I want to be closer to you. Even. Even closer than we are now, if that were possible.”

Orin’s eyes flared with heat. His voice dropped low to rumble all the way through Ari’s bones to settle somewhere beneath his rib cage. “We could, if you wanted. Do you know, baby? Tell me you know. I could be all the way inside you, right here.”

He dropped his hand between Ari’s thighs, the soft weight of Ari’s testicles lifted by his thick wrist as the rough pad of Orin’s finger gently nudged over the entrance to his body. Ari gasped and writhed, unsure if he was trying to escape or get closer. Orin added the tiniest amount of pressure to his fingertip before he took his hand away, returning it to Ari’s hip unconcernedly as if he had not just turned Ari’s brain inside out.

Orin carefully regarded Ari’s shocked face.

“Now, we don’t gotta do nothing you don’t wanna do. There’s nothing I need from you but for you to tell me what you want. I got no expectations, alright?”

Ari nodded distractedly and pushed up against the hand holding his hips with a whine.

Orin kissed the tip of his nose. “Good. Now why don’t you tell me what you want, gorgeous?”

Ari wrapped his arms around Orin’s neck and tugged him down to nibble on the stubble lining his jaw. Orin hummed contentedly as Ari mumbled against the soft skin behind his ear.

“What’s that, baby?”

Ari pulled back to look Orin in the eye.

“Everything. I said I wanted everything.”

Orin’s nostrils flared as his hands shifted and tightened their grip on Ari’s body.

“Fuck yes. I’m gonna make you lose your rusted mind, sugar.”

Ari was busy thinking of a retort to that when Orin broke free of his hold and dropped down to kneel between Ari’s spread knees.

The skin of Orin’s palms might have been rough, but his grip on Ari’s thighs was softer than silk as he slowly urged them farther open, broad thumbs gliding up behind Ari’s knees to bring them close to his chest.

“Can you hold these up for me, beautiful?”

Ari might have breathed an affirmative answer, but he couldn’t hear himself over the thundering rush of his own heartbeat as he slipped trembling hands behind his knees. He transcended the need to blink when Orin leaned down to lay a burning trail of kisses along the back of his thighs, his hands framing Ari’s ass.

Ari let out a strangled gasp when Orin swept his tongue over the sensitive patch of skin behind his testicles, the scratch of stubble rough and sweet along his crease as he kissed his way down and down and down, until…

There.

Orin kissed Ari’s hole the same way he kissed his mouth, with devoted attention and a forceful mastery softened around the edges by his innate gentleness.

He eased back, red-faced and panting, to check on Ari.

“This alright?”

Ari nodded, choking hopelessly around the words he wanted to say, pleas and promises tangling together in his throat.

Orin seemed to hear them anyway, dimples popping before he dipped his head back down.

Ari’s entire focus narrowed to the tiny knot of muscle as Orin’s tongue traced secret patterns over and around and—Oh, Stars!—in. Ari opened around his tongue as Orin pressed relentlessly against him, slick and strong and inescapable. He worked him in an alternating rhythm of firm and fluttering strokes, pushing in and sucking back until Ari was floating.

His legs started to shake, the skin behind his knees growing slick with sweat as he struggled to hold them up with unsteady hands.

Orin sat up on his knees to suck his finger into his mouth. He observed Ari’s face as he lowered his hand down to where Ari was slick and open from his kisses, guiding the tip of his finger just inside.

“You want this, sweetheart? You want me inside you?”

Ari didn’t nod so much as toss his head wildly against the pillows, voice gone so high and breathy he didn’t recognize himself. “Yes. You. Just you. Orin. Please.”

Something shuddered through Orin at that, licking flames into his eyes as they dropped down from Ari’s face to study what he was doing with the kind of focus Ari had only witnessed him devoting to the ship’s controls.

Orin cupped his ass with both hands, curving his thumbs around to spread him open, and Ari could do nothing but blush to the roots of his hair. “Gorgeous,” Orin whispered in a voice that should have been reserved for sacred temples or fervent prayers. A voice that smoothed along Ari’s nerves like a tonic, pushing air into his lungs and filling in his hollow places.

Orin’s hands gently lowered Ari’s legs to rest against the mattress, petting over his thighs before Orin tilted off to the side and fished one arm for something under his bunk.

He emerged with a string-wrapped parcel. Ari had noticed it in their first port, and he pushed up onto his elbows as Orin carefully unwrapped one of the smaller parcels contained within. He exposed a simple bottle of clear fluid and tucked the rest of the package away under the bed.

The bottle was quickly forgotten as Orin crawled up the bed to rock his hips against Ari’s, framing and surrounding him with the breadth of his shoulders as he dropped to lay a kiss on his lips that could have been sweet if Ari hadn’t lifted to meet him with the full force of his enthusiasm.

Orin wove firm fingers through his hair, anchoring him and directing him into deeper, softer kisses until they were forced to pause for breath.

Ari wrapped his legs around Orin’s hips, lifting and tilting until the hot length of Orin’s cock slotted in his crease. Orin raised up for a better view of Ari’s face as he moved his hips, sliding over and back until he caught against Ari’s rim, both of them breathing harshly at the sensation.

Ari bared his throat with a low keen as Orin drifted his lips down the exposed vulnerability, shifting his hips to drag and catch again and again.

“Please,” Ari said, digging his fingertips into the bunching muscle of Orin’s arms.

Orin’s chest rumbled against Ari’s rib cage with the depth of his groan. “Again. Say it for me again, beautiful.”

Ari hitched his heels up higher, digging into Orin’s ass insistently. “Please. Oh, please. Oh, pl—”

He cut off with a strangled cry as Orin’s fingers worked against his opening. Orin lifted onto his knees and elbow, the opposite hand cupping Ari’s head to keep his face trained on him.

“You tell me if it’s too much, sweetheart.”

Ari simply moaned, shoving himself onto his fingers as much as he could. Orin’s eyes were a glowing halo of amber around the black of his pupil as he circled his wet finger, easing in and pulling back by tiny increments until Ari was a babbling, begging mess.

The lid of the bottle clicked softly as Orin drizzled more of the fluid down Ari’s crease before his finger was back, gliding in more firmly this time until Ari had taken him down to the last knuckle.

Ari’s hands clawed at his shoulders as he stared up at him incredulously. “Orin, you. You’re inside me,” he said before his brain could stop spinning long enough to worry about sounding like an idiot.

It was worth it for the pleased smile that bloomed across Orin’s face, slow and sweet and sharp enough to split Ari right in half.

“That’s right. Do you like it? Want more, baby?”

Ari’s affirmations were such that they left no room for uncertainty regarding his enthusiasm. Orin laughed breathlessly as he twisted his finger, corkscrewing in and out and back in again in a building rhythm that took over Ari’s every thought.

He was panting, mouth open and spilling out sounds he never knew he was capable of when Orin’s second finger nudged against his opening with another click of the lid. This time, there was a sting with the careful invasion. Ari sucked in a harsh breath and reached down to wrap one hand around Orin’s wrist as he paused at the second knuckle.

“Okay, beautiful? You still with me?”

Ari squeezed his wrist in reassurance, swallowing hard before he could answer.

“Yes. Oh, yes. Please don’t stop.”

Orin leaned in to kiss him, his talented tongue working to distract him as his fingers inched all the way inside. They fell back into that rhythm, the sting fading as Orin stretched him carefully with his thick fingers. Ari already felt so full he couldn’t imagine how he would feel when he was truly—Oh!

He cried out, mind blanking with bliss as Orin brushed something inside him that sent sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine.

Ari blinked everything back into focus at Orin’s pleased chuckle.

“There it is. You like that?”

Ari nodded, hands scrabbling at Orin’s shoulders as his fingers carefully and precisely found that spot again, rubbing little circles that had Ari squirming with incoherent moans.

Orin panted as though he had been gut-punched, jaw dropped and chest heaving as he divided his attention equally between Ari’s face and the place where his fingers disappeared.

“Gorgeous. Look at you. You were made for this.”

Ari pushed back onto his fingers, earning a direct jab to that spot that left his thighs shaking and toes curling into the sheets, his rough cry echoing against the metal wall panels.

Orin’s eyelids slid to half-mast.

“Just like that, sweet thing. Show me how you want it.”

Ari pushed back again and again, breath catching as the tip of Orin’s third finger nudged alongside the first two still working inside him.

Orin brushed his lips against Ari’s knee, voice dragging low and ragged around the edges. “I know, baby. You want me to stop here? We can finish just like this.”

Ari shook his head frantically, moaning his distress as he impaled himself on Orin’s fingers. Orin retreated until just two fingertips rested inside, slowly rubbing and stretching around his rim. Ari took a calming breath, hands gripped hard into the firm strength of Orin’s arms.

“Please don’t stop. It just. It just feels like a lot. To. To. To take.”

Orin stole a quick kiss, nudging their noses together affectionately.

“I know it is, sweetheart. Thing is, I ain’t exactly a small man, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna hurt you. Takes a while to get you ready for me, nice and proper. And if we’re gonna do this, I’m doing it proper. Just the way you deserve.”

Ari nodded, rubbing their cheeks together. He then reached down to guide Orin’s hand more firmly against him, taking another deep breath to try to force himself to relax.

This time, Orin hooked his fingertips into Ari’s rim, pulling him open slowly and gently before ducking to lick around his fingers as they slid back in, all three tucked together into a gradually widening wedge.

Ari closed his eyes against the sting, fingers petting through the messy waves of Orin’s hair that tickled against his thighs. His eyes shot open again at the first touch of Orin’s tongue to his neglected cock as he lapped up the sticky mess Ari had been steadily leaking onto his stomach.

“Oh. Oh my. Orin!”

Orin glanced up at him, amber sparkling beneath dark lashes as he licked a wide stripe up the underside of Ari’s aching cock, fingers pushing and twisting inside of him.

His knuckles rubbed over that sweet spot just as he sucked at the head of Ari’s cock, and Ari tumbled over the edge, crying out and spilling down Orin’s throat as he swallowed without a hint of hesitation or surprise.

He pulled off with a pop, fingers beginning to retreat until Ari shot his hand down to wrap around Orin’s wrist, keeping him firmly in place.

“No. Stay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Please don’t stop.”

Orin wavered, face flushed with a sheen on his lips. He painted an absolutely edible picture, and Ari was determined to have all of him. He held Orin’s hand tightly against his body, gasping at the shockwaves of overstimulation. Orin chewed on his swollen lips as his focus locked between Ari’s legs. He shook his head minutely, gaze flicking up to Ari’s face before falling back down as though drawn by a magnet.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

Ari risked letting go of Orin’s wrist to run his hands up his arms and neck until he framed his face, stubble rubbing harsh against his palms.

“It’s fine. It’s good. I want. I want you inside me. Please.”

Orin’s eyes clenched shut at the last word, breath shuddering hard between parted lips.

He propped himself on his elbow, cupping Ari’s head and tangling their gazes into an inescapable knot as his fingers started to move slowly and carefully, avoiding that spot as Ari shivered every time he drew near. Orin’s fingers spread Ari open until he was taking all three of them as easily as he had taken one.

To Ari’s shock, his cock remained hard, flushed and throbbing insistently as though he had never spilled. Orin noticed this with a soft laugh, kissing him gently and whispering directly into Ari’s ear.

“You’re a star-dusted miracle, sweetheart. Never seen something so good.”

Ari’s resultant shiver had little to do with the careful motion of Orin’s fingers and everything to do with the rough sweet sound of his voice, running through his hidden places like a caressing hand.

Orin worked him for long minutes punctuated by soft kisses and mumbled praise until the jagged edge of oversensitivity faded away, and Ari pushed back in a desperate attempt to rub Orin’s fingers over that amazing spot.

Orin did just that with a cheeky grin as Ari’s whole body jolted into the sensation. He stopped to pick up the forgotten bottle and clicked it open softly to slick himself up with a fraction of the care he’d shown Ari.

His slippery hand smoothed much more gently over Ari’s cock, barely lingering long enough to get him wet before grabbing onto Ari’s hip.

“You ready for me, beautiful?”

Open and empty and desperate to be filled, Ari already ached for the memory of Orin’s fingers moving inside of him. His response was a garbled mess of “yes” and “please” and Orin’s name, but Orin reacted as though he had spouted poetry, honey eyes wide and worshipful.

His body formed a canopy over Ari’s as he settled into the cradle of his hips, angling Ari’s legs high along his sides before sliding his forearms beneath Ari’s shoulders, big hands framing Ari’s head until he had no choice but to return his steady gaze.

“Alright, sweetheart?”

Ari brushed their lips together, breathing his answer more than giving it voice.

“Please.”

Orin held his gaze as he eased his hips forward, both of them sighing in relief when his blunt tip breached Ari without too much resistance. Ari’s relief was short lived as he kept on, the thick length of his cock far surpassing the stretch of his fingers.

Orin paused and pulled almost all the way back out before pushing in a tiny bit farther than he had before. He continued this careful invasion until their pelvises finally met, Ari panting through his nose against the sting.

It seemed as though Orin was having similar difficulty maintaining his composure, sweat dotting his brow and muscles jumping.

“Baby. Tell me you’re okay.”

Ari reached for words, opening and closing his mouth a few times before he could force them out.

“Yes. You. You’re so big.”

Orin winced and rolled his shoulders in as if that could possibly help him seem smaller.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry. Is it too much? Want to stop?”

Ari smoothed his hand over Orin’s jaw, gently working free the lip Orin held between his teeth with his thumb.

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

Orin’s face was as raw as Ari felt, searing itself into his memory until Orin dropped his head to nuzzle into Ari’s neck, eyelashes damp and fluttering against Ari’s throat.

Ari stroked over the knobs of his spine as he wrapped his legs higher around him. He tilted his hips experimentally and drew in a harsh breath as Orin slid impossibly deeper.

Orin pulled back out slowly, giving Ari a moment before edging back in at the same glacial pace. The silken drag of him against Ari’s insides was so different from the roughness of his fingers, Ari was captivated instantly by the sensation.

Orin kept moving at that pace, shifting his hips slightly each time. On the next surge forward, he rubbed his entire length along that spot, and Ari saw stars. Orin groaned at the involuntary clench of Ari’s body before picking up his pace with even, measured strokes to graze against him just right while focused on each shift of Ari’s face.

The soreness of his entry had faded, but it never went away completely, the tiny edge of pain somehow brightening the pleasure in ways Ari could never have imagined.

The stretched, full feeling was as unexpectedly delightful as that first blunt press of Orin’s cock to the back of his throat had been, and equally addictive.

Ari licked the sweat from Orin’s throat and lifted his hips into every thrust, abandoning himself completely. The sounds spilling from his own throat should have sent him blushing, but instead, he reveled in the deep, dark noises he elicited from Orin in response.

Grunts and groans cut with words so sweet they melted into Ari’s sweat-slick skin, soaking into all of his layers until he was saturated by the feeling of Orin covering him inside and out.

“So good. You take me so good, beautiful. Never. I never. Gorgeous, just gorgeous. Stars, look at you.”

Orin’s voice was wrecked, dipping low and rough with a resonant growl.

Ari shivered at the sound and rolled his hips, crying out as the motion dragged his slick cock over the ridges of Orin’s hardworking abdomen, the friction sending him careening closer to the edge with every perfect thrust.

Orin’s heavy-lidded gaze honed in on some hint in Ari’s face as he leaned on one elbow to reach between their bodies. He wrapped his hand around Ari’s cock, working him in time with his thrusts.

Ari was already there by the time Orin slicked his broad thumb over the head of his cock, and his legs jerked against Orin’s sides as he spilled onto both of their chests with a shout.

“Perfect. Like that. Just like that, sweetheart.”

The wet slide of their bodies added to the obscene sounds in the room. Orin pressed his lips to Ari’s throat with a deep moan and thrust faster and harder until he filled Ari up with hot pulses deep inside him.

Ari’s arms tightened around Orin as he collapsed for just a moment, the solid weight of him satisfying something Ari didn’t know he had been starving for.

Orin took a moment to catch his breath before kissing Ari with trembling lips. He stroked Ari’s thighs as he carefully pulled out with a shift of his hips.

Ari hissed at the loss, the sting rising fresh and raw as he was left feeling open and bereft, clenching around nothing.

Orin’s face creased with concern, and he pushed up onto his knees to spread Ari’s thighs apart and peer down into the mess between his legs. Ari covered his face in mortification at Orin’s release leaking out of him onto the bedsheets.

Gentle fingertips brushed over his sore hole, Orin inspecting with close attention, and Ari peeked between his fingers. Orin hummed thoughtfully before sitting back with a decisive nod, allowing Ari to close his legs in a last-ditch effort to preserve his dignity.

“You’re alright, baby. Just let me clean you up, and you’ll feel better.”

Ari didn’t have a chance to respond before Orin disappeared into the en suite. He returned with a damp cloth that he held carefully to Ari’s crease, instantly soothing the sting. Making quick work of cleaning them both, he tossed the cloth onto the floor. He climbed back in bed to gather Ari into his arms and tug the blanket up over their hips.

Ari turned to lay his head against the broad muscle of Orin’s chest. Squeezing his eyes shut, he feigned sleep as he listened to Orin’s heart and administered a stern dressing down to his own, which seemed intent on leaping into a depth of emotion entirely unsuitable for their situation.

His heart responded with a defiant thump when Orin brushed gentle lips over the top of his head and whispered softly into his hair, wishing him the sweetest of dreams.