Connor was changing the sheets on their bed when he felt Ethan's presence lingering behind him. He was on all fours, trying to jam the final corner of the bottom sheet over the mattress when the mattress depressed just behind him and Ethan's firm hands came to rest upon his hips. The front of his thighs pressed tenderly against Connor's glutes, rocking slightly against his buttocks. Connor exhaled deeply, pausing his actions as a sensuous thrill shot through his nerve endings. It felt like eons since Ethan had touched him like this and he yearned for it more than anything in the world.
It had been two months since the shooting and Connor was incredibly aware of the damage that Ethan had suffered through. His doctors had warned against strenuous activities, that could cause any jarring to the healing muscles and sex had been at the top of that list. Seeing his lover come home in agony after physiotherapy and the length of time it took him to recover after each bout ate him up inside. There was definitely an improvement in mobility but the road was still an endurance. He knew that frustrated Ethan, he was used to being physically active and constantly mobile.
It was only in the past few weeks that the two of them had begun to fool around. The desire was always there, now more than ever and Connor spent hours with his slow, deviant hands and his hot wet mouth worshiping his lover. He wanted to make the experiences incredible for Ethan, to show him how much he was loved.
Admittedly Connor still missed the physical soul-blending aspect of their love making. He loved bringing Ethan pleasure but there was a level of intimacy that couldn't be reached with foreplay alone. It was an all consuming sensation, one that stole his breath and left him with no doubt in his mind that Ethan and him belonged together mind, body and soul.
Ethan's nimble fingers were already creeping underneath the hem of his navy blue shirt, ghosting up along the line of his waist before trailing along the contours of his chest. His thumb sought out his sensitive nipple, sweeping over it roughly making Connor grunt in pleasure as he tipped his head back. Ethan arched his hips just a fraction so that Connor could feel his steely hard member pressing against his ass through their clothes.
It excited Connor, that pulse of white, hot desire thrust through him as Ethan used the left hand on his hip to hold him in place. He had forgotten what it was like to be at the mercy of his lover, how much of a turn on it was for Ethan to be in control, something he understood the other man needed. He had never questioned it but he knew there was a safety for Ethan in taking that role.
"Your shoulder..." Connor muttered halfheartedly as Ethan corkscrewed his hips, driving that throbbing member even harder against Connor's puckered flesh.
"I can do it like this." Ethan told him, an almost pleading edge to his voice as fingertips toyed with the waist band of Connor's sweatpants. "Let me love you Connor, it's been far too long."
"If it hurts..." Connor cried out suddenly as Ethan's calloused hand slipped beneath the waistband and engulfed his leaking cock suddenly. His palm was molten hot as he began to move in firm, slow motions.
"I'll stop." Ethan promised, rocking his hips in time with the movements of his hand. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"
"Show me." Connor responded through rapid pants. "I want you to show me how crazy I make you."
Any restraint Ethan could possibly have had snapped at those words, within seconds he was tearing his own clothes off and demanding that Connor do the same. There was an urgency to his actions, one that Connor recognized all too well, they needed this time to reconnect, to be with each other once more.
Connor moaned vociferously as Ethan's scorching hot mouth kissed a pathway up and along the curve of Connor's spine. His tongue flicked out, caressing over the dark outline of the tattoo that decorated Connor's muscular back, his teeth grazing the other man's supple flesh. He covered Connor's muscular form with his own, pinned him gently to the mattress, his chest pressing lightly against his lover's back as he buried his face in the curve of his lover's throat.
"I'm going to take you right here on our bed." He whispered into Connor's ear, nipping the lobe as he tilted his hips, his wanton cock sliding into the space between Connor's buttocks and pressing just there. "You need to know how much I love you."
Ethan arched his hips, pushing tenderly against Connor's puckered button, he bit down into the flesh of Connor's right shoulder as he penetrated him slowly. It was a sensuous, exquisite feeling that stole the breath right out of him. Connor was so tight around his throbbing cock, he had to pause as that immense emotional connection thrummed to life, drowning out all the other noise in Ethan's head. A sense of serenity over came in as the two of them began to rock together languidly, their movements in complete harmony with one another.
Ethan's rasping breathes were in his ears, heightening the insane pleasure that was ricocheting through Connor's body as his lover hit just the right place, over and over again. That tingling in the base of his spine was beginning to ignite through his entire body. Each wave of bliss was intoxicating, he found himself meeting Ethan thrust for thrust, writhing as his lover took him even higher. Ethan was as close as he was, he could hear it in the hitches of his voice as they made love.
"Fuck Connor, you feel incredible wrapped around me." Ethan murmured raggedly into his ear. "It always feels amazing being inside you, hearing you call my name when you come for me..."
It was those words that tipped Connor over the edge. he'd never heard of himself described as any of those things before Ethan. Hearing them roll off his lover's tongue during their most intimate moments made Connor believe them. He cried out loudly, practically yelling Ethan's name as the orgasm ripped through his body like a tidal wave, claiming him entirely. His inner walls clamped down around Ethan like a velvet fist. With a final thrust he was climaxing, his strangled holler of Connor's name echoing loudly through the bedroom, the fingers of his right hand entwined with Connor's, holding on for dear life as he came powerfully.
They collapsed together on top of the half made bed, a tangle of loving caresses as Ethan came to lie on his back, his dark eyes closed as Connor nestled into his right side, his unkempt stubble grazing across Ethan's jaw as he nuzzled that sweet spot just under his ear. His chest and his shoulder were aching like hell but being with Connor and being encompassed in this sense of contentment was worth every second.
"I love you." Connor whispered into his ear, his short breathes tickling Ethan's ear before his dark head came to rest upon Ethan's right shoulder. Ethan tilted his head, his lips tenderly brushing across Connor's hairline as he breathed.
"I love you too."
