Chapter Twenty-One

I have enough lingerie.

—said no one ever.

 

THOMAS PANTED AS Ryan moved to his neck.

“So beautiful, so soft and smooth. I want to touch you,” Ryan murmured.

“Touch me,” Thomas whispered.

Ryan’s hand shook as it slid further up and underneath the skirt of Thomas’s dress, and finally, he traced the delicate lace trim around Thomas’s leg. “Are these for me?”

“All for you, and there are bows…” Thomas whispered.

“I love the bows, the little tiny ones.” Ryan breathed harder as he searched higher for the little ribbon below Thomas’s waist.

Ryan brushed over the front of the panties, tracing the firm length and rubbing his thumb over the swell. Ryan’s whole body shivered. His other hand slid to the stretchy sleeve and pushed down to reveal the lace on the top of the bra cup.

Thomas smiled and shifted conveniently as he wiggled his arm out of one sleeve and then the other but didn’t push the top of the dress down.

“So perfect; I’m the luckiest man alive.” Ryan shifted his hips slowly as his fingers traced bra and panty fabric, lace, and bows. “I’m not going to make it to the bedroom.” Ryan breathed out his admission as he found a tight nipple through the thin material.

“Here,” Thomas whispered as he stood in front of Ryan. He extended his hand and pulled Ryan upright, and unbuttoned the first few buttons of Ryan’s shirt. Ryan took over and was back on the couch, naked, watching with lusty anticipation as the light-blue dress slinked down Thomas’s body and hit the floor.

Ryan’s eyes were wide as he took in Thomas’s practical but lace-trimmed underthings. Both so delicate, feminine, and beautiful. Thomas reached up and turned the lantern down low, then walked across the floor to the bedroom before returning with what they would need.

Ryan leaned back on the couch as Thomas straddled his lap, putting the bra on full display. He skimmed over the fabric and satin straps as Thomas’s hand disappeared behind them. And Ryan’s eyes widened at what Thomas was preparing. Thomas nodded, and Ryan swallowed hard before moving his lips to Thomas’s chest.

“Thomas.” Ryan barely breathed his name, obviously so turned on by the fantasy and what he couldn’t see—what Thomas’s fingers were doing. Ryan’s hand slid down and traced the rigid outline pressing against but restrained by the fabric panel. “Fuck.” Ryan stopped everything and leaned back on the couch again, forcing his hands to the cushions.

Thomas grinned. “So you are going to watch then?”

Ryan only nodded as if he could no longer find his words.

“I’ve got you. I know what you want. I know what you need,” Thomas whispered and prepared Ryan as he silently trembled under Thomas’s touch.

Ryan followed every move, every detail, and Thomas had to force himself to go slowly as he reached down, slid the fabric to the side, and shifted his position to take him like this on the couch. Ryan closed his eyes for only a moment as Thomas gripped him and aligned their bodies.

Ryan made a pained but pleased noise as Thomas took him. His eyes opened as Thomas reached the halfway point and continued over every inch, down to the satin that still covered the front of Thomas, lowering himself the rest of the way.

Thomas shivered as he gripped Ryan’s shoulder, squeezing as he gave himself time to relax. Ryan pulled him forward and kissed him, his hands slipping around Thomas, skirting across the waistband and down to the bunched-to-the-side panties. He explored lower, where they were joined, massaging Thomas’s ass, rubbing and gripping it firmly, and then he pulled and held the fabric away from their connection. He held on tight there as he leaned back and traced another finger up and down the front panel again.

Thomas carefully lifted and then lowered himself as he closed his eyes at the sensation, at the feeling of Ryan inside him like this.

“This is it, Thomas,” Ryan whispered. “This right here,” he said of his fantasy.

“I know; you feel so good.” Thomas placed his other hand on Ryan’s other shoulder for leverage. “Say it,” he taunted. “I’m ready.”

“Ride me.” Ryan revealed his secret desire and continued with his ministrations up and down Thomas’s underthings as Thomas began to move over Ryan, riding him as in one of the imagined images Ryan had shared.

“Fuck yes,” Ryan shouted as the front of the panties Thomas wore darkened and his hips thrust up hard into Thomas, once, twice, and then Ryan tensed, eyes wide and staring down at the material.

Thomas was nearly limp with pleasure as Ryan grabbed the discarded dress and slid it over Thomas’s head, positioning him in a new way. “Show me,” Thomas moaned.

“No.” Ryan shifted Thomas’s hands to the couch arm. He pushed his knees beneath Thomas and used his strong hands to lift up Thomas’s hips from behind him.

“Oh.” Thomas understood when the dress glided across his skin behind his thighs as Ryan pulled it down to cover Thomas. Ryan positioned his groin beneath the blue fabric that draped around them.

“Thomas,” Ryan panted.

“Whatever you want.” Thomas pushed back against Ryan and lowered his head to the cushions, already knowing what was coming next. He didn’t have to see it, he could sense the shift and smell the virility in the air.

“But I want to fuck you this time,” Ryan demanded. “Not soft.”

“Yes,” Thomas agreed and felt everything Ryan was doing, but he didn’t dare touch the dress.

Ryan pushed inside Thomas with one slow thrust and paused. “I dreamed about this.” Ryan seemed to breathe in relief and drew back his hips. “I wanted this.”

The full grip and pull on Thomas’s hair brought his head up, and Ryan didn’t release him but began to slap into bare flesh from behind.

Thomas gripped the couch arm harder as the Zombies sang “You Really Got a Hold On Me” in the background. And Ryan pounded into that particular place, making Thomas scream out his name as the couch took the brunt of their combined power.

Thomas’s head was pulled back, but his hands used the couch arm as he met Ryan’s thrusts with his own. Together, they were wild. Ryan released his hair and yanked down the top of the dress, pulling the bra strap tight, reaching his hand around and cupping the covered pectoral.

Sweat dripped down Thomas’s neck as the hand grabbed the fabric, bunching it in a firm grip.

“Beautiful,” Ryan hoarsely praised as he fucked Thomas from behind for the first time.

When Ryan dragged the dress up and pushed it over Thomas’s bare ass, Thomas sensed what Ryan was doing; he was watching himself. That which had been abused was now a worshiped place. Thomas banished the thought; this was still love, passionate—at a frenzied gratifying pace, but love nonetheless. And he closed his eyes as Ryan released inside him again, filling him with heat that burned a path to his heart.

Thomas was weak afterwards. They were both a mess, but Thomas somehow managed a laugh as he was hoisted up and flung over Ryan’s broad shoulder.

Ryan quietly stripped off the soiled dress and bathed Thomas like he was something fragile. He then cleaned himself and tucked Thomas away in bed. Thomas listened to Ryan humming in the bathroom as he did their special laundry. He dozed off as Ryan added to the fires, shut down the house, and returned to slide into bed behind him.

“Thank you,” Ryan whispered.

“Anytime,” Thomas yawned.

“Do you want to dress like that every day?” Ryan asked.

“Not every day, but it would be nice to do it when I feel like it.”

“You can dress however you want, whenever you want, Thomas. I love you every way you are.”

“I know it,” Thomas said and nodded. “Love me asleep next.”

Ryan laughed and went quiet, tucking him against his larger frame and spooning their naked bodies together.

Over the next several days, it was as if they were making up for lost time, the missing years even—to the point that Thomas carried a small bottle in his pocket on days he had pockets. The days he didn’t, he slipped it into Ryan’s hand so he was in charge of it. There’d been two more trips to the packhouse supply room, and Ryan smiled each time Thomas wore something new. Some days, he dressed in male clothing and helped outside, working alongside Ryan on different things. Another day, he wore a loose blouse and tighter fabric pants. Once, there was even something of a combination—jeans and a colorful off-the-shoulder winter sweater. Thomas wore his hair down more often, and sometimes his eyes were lightly shadowed.

Ryan loved it all, his libido on overdrive as Thomas rediscovered himself. They stripped down naked once in the tool shed, with Thomas leaning over the workbench and tools rattling against the walls and shelves. Two more times in the den were on top of furs with a fire burning. Once, over the kitchen table, and then sitting on the kitchen chair a second time. And while the rocking chair didn’t work out like Ryan had hoped, the couch was used a few more times again as a substitute when other places failed. The bed saw its fair share of abuse. They were on it and bent over it so much that Ryan had to drag out tools to tighten the bolts they’d worked loose.

Thomas wore another dress and blew Ryan as he stood at the kitchen sink with Thomas on his knees. That move had Thomas yanked up and transferred in front of the mirror in the bathroom, left in nothing but his bra, hands splayed on either side of the mirror, both of them watching the reflection as Ryan told him about what he’d done in that mirror before.

Thomas’s only refusal was the woods. He didn’t want to do it there, and Ryan agreed, compromising for the den when the urge struck either one of them outside. Then, the day came when Ryan looked at him and said nothing as he closed his eyes and allowed a deep desire of his to play into Thomas’s mind.

Thomas said, “Okay, Ryan, yes, soon. I promise.” And he heard and felt the breath Ryan had been holding release. Thomas knew this was something Ryan wanted. Thomas was finally at a place where he could give that last piece of himself to his mate.