“I guess not, since I don’t know what I’m doing in the first place.” Hen chuckled. “I do like it when you say that thing.”
“Which thing?”
“I’ve got you.” Hendrik whispered the words, since they felt more sacred than the Prayer ever had. “It’s what you always tell me.”
“I do,” Dagan replied. “Because I’ve got you.”
Hendrik smiled. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d love for you to hold me down and fuck me absolutely stupid sometime really soon. But I also just want to stay like this. And make out and feel you up. All day.”
“You can’t know how proud I am, my dear, sweet Hendrik, that you feel safe here. With me,” Dagan whispered into his chest.
Yes, that was it, or at least a big part of it. Hendrik had forgotten how safe felt, and even if he hadn’t, it had never been easy to surrender to. And yet, moments when the two of them were alone, where the rest of the world didn’t matter, made it seem easy. “Do you? Feel safe?”
In a voice even quieter than before, Dagan said, “Devastatingly, achingly, magically so.”
“You are.” Hendrik kissed his hair again. It was a promise he couldn’t make for the rest of the world. He’d learned that the hard way. But as something to strive for in himself, it wasn’t just noble; it was everything. Dagan’s world was dangerous—chaotic, they would call it in the City. But with Hendrik, he would be safe.
Fine, I can admit it: You were right, Kass. It’s not the same. Nothing will ever be the same. But maybe I don’t have to do it alone.
*
Hen woke curled around Dagan, both of them on their sides, fitting into each other as if they’d been made for it. Before he even realized where they were, his morning wood rubbed against Dagan’s inviting ass and pulled a moan out of him, rough and raw from sleep.
Dagan was apparently already awake; he gave a silent laugh and asked, “Would you like help with that, sweetness?”
“If I get to help you out, too.” Hen nibbled at Dagan’s ear.
Dagan took Hen’s hand and slid it down his own belly until it brushed his prick, standing hard and hot already.
Hen gripped it lightly, admiring how something so objectively awkward could look and feel so ideal on the right person, in the right moment. Hen stroked him appreciatively, slowly, kissing Dagan’s long, sleep-tangled hair and the nape of his neck.
Dagan hummed with pleasure and arched his back, rubbing against Hendrik so he gasped for air. Dagan reached up and back, twining his fingers in Hendrik’s hair briefly, giving it a little tug. They stayed like that for long moments, speaking in touches and morning-muddled moans.
Now that he had this piece of himself back, all Hendrik wanted was to stay in this bed and explore it thoroughly. He couldn’t, of course he couldn’t, not full-time like he wanted. But it was so sweet, so alive, to have something to dream about at last.
Dagan’s hips began to move with snaky intention before long. He interrupted his own pleasure to reach down and arrange Hendrik’s cock between his thighs. At first, he tensed, keeping from putting too much pressure on it. As Hen went back to stroking Dagan, he whispered, “That’s good, Dagan. You won’t hurt me.”
He relaxed, his thighs tightening around Hendrik, who gasped and rocked his hips too. He caught Dagan’s rhythm as he alternately pressed his ass into Hen then pushed forward to fuck his hand; Dagan made it feel like a dance, while Hen was just desperate to make sure it was good for him—and damnably distracted by those perfect thighs coaxing him into ecstasy.
With a quiet gasp, Dagan shuddered in his arms. Hendrik squeezed gently but kept his movements steady, even as his own head began to spin. Dagan’s entire body tightened up, including his legs, and Hendrik bucked into them harder, unable or unwilling to resist. Dagan reached back to smack a palm against Hendrik’s ass, then squeezed hard. Cum spilled over Hendrik’s hand, and Dagan gave a little “Ah, fuck me, yes.” as he rocked into his orgasm.
Dagan kept hold of his ass as Hendrik attempted to do just that, in a manner of speaking.
Dagan said, “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me, now. Make a fucking mess for me.”
The sex-voice did it again; Hendrik came in a series of crushing waves of ecstasy, leaving Dagan’s thighs and the sheets warm and sticky. He clutched Dagan’s waist, and Dagan squeezed his ass, and even after they finished, they stayed like that. Hen tried to catch his breath, basking in the feeling of Dagan’s hot, tight, willing body in his arms.
The cum between Hendrik’s fingers cooled, becoming stickier. He should’ve licked it off before, but now it was decidedly less appetizing. He chuckled as he flexed his hand, admiring how wet it was.
“Oh, that’s nice, but you should see my thighs. Not to mention my balls,” Dagan laughed and pulled away a little.
Hendrik’s mostly deflated cock slid out from between his legs, wet and spent. “Next time I’ll lick you clean,” Hendrik promised, kissing his nape again. “I couldn’t pull myself away.”
Dagan sat up slowly, as if still dancing, and leaned back on his hands. He pulled his legs up so the soles of his feet pressed together, displaying the insides of his golden-brown thighs, covered in splashes of rapidly-cooling cum. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he said, heavy-lidded gaze fixed on his lap.
“We should find a bath.” Hendrik ran his fingers over the soft hairs on the outside of Dagan’s thigh, then knee, then calf and back up again.
When he looked up, Dagan’s golden eyes flashed. “When did you know, out of curiosity? That you wanted me?”
“I guess I always knew. But the day I decided I should at least try to tell you?” Hen would never forget it, because “It was the day you taught me how to float.”
“I didn’t want to stop touching you, that day.” Dagan leaned over and kissed him.
Hendrik pushed himself up to sitting as they kissed, trying not to smear too much of the cum on his hand on the blankets. When he got there, he bit Dagan’s lower lip gently, getting a sweet little hum for his efforts. And Hendrik said, “I didn’t want you to. Had to go jerk off before dinner that night. And again, the next day. First time in forever.”
“No!” Dagan’s eyes widened and he clapped a hand to his heart, clearly delighted by this confession. “You didn’t!”
“I barely thought about sex the whole time I was alone. Somehow.” It still felt strange, considering just how horny Hendrik had always been, but the mental disorder clearly had something to do with it. “Why did you think I wanted to stay at the lake an extra day? I was, you know. Figuring shit out.”
“I thought you just weren’t ready for another settlement.”
Hendrik laughed. “I wasn’t ready to share your attention with a whole settlement, more like.”
“We may be back in another settlement, but I promise, you will have all of my attention any time you want it, lovely.” Dagan laughed and pushed off the bed but made a face when his thighs came together again. “Oh, yes. Bath, please.”
“Funny how it seems so hot in the moment…” Hendrik let the thought trail off as he laughed and made to get up himself.
“Sex is gross, and I love it,” Dagan declared.
