Caleb stepped out of the bathroom, steam following in his wake as droplets of water glistened on his sculpted chest.
A white towel hung low on his hips, teasing the strength beneath. Preston, already waiting for him, felt his breath hitch at the sight. His Cay was gorgeous, built like a god, and all his.
Taking slow, deliberate steps, Preston closed the distance between them. His fingers trembled slightly, but not from fear—he was eager.
He placed a hand on Caleb's chest, running it up and down, feeling the heat of his skin, the strong, steady heartbeat beneath.
Caleb caught his wrist gently. "Pee, what are you doing?" his voice was hoarse, unsure.
Preston didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned in, his lips finding Caleb's nipple. He licked, nibbled, and sucked until the sensitive bud hardened under his attention. Caleb groaned, his hands tightening around Preston's waist.
"I thought you said something?" Preston murmured against his chest, teasing.
Caleb exhaled shakily, his restraint slipping. "Don't you think you're moving too fast?"
Preston chuckled, looking up through thick lashes. "You want me as much as I want you," he whispered.
His fingers traced a slow path downward, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Caleb clenched his jaw, his breathing uneven. "I'm scared I'll hurt you."
Preston met his gaze, eyes fierce with determination. "I'm not fragile, Cay. I can handle you."
That was all Caleb needed to hear. His restraint shattered as he grabbed Preston and crashed their lips together. It was deep, passionate, and filled with all the unspoken desires between them. His arms wrapped tightly around Preston, pulling him impossibly close. Their tongues danced, and Preston moaned into his mouth.
Caleb pulled away only to murmur against his lips, "God, I can never get enough of you."
Preston smirked. "I can tell by the way you kiss me." His hands wandered down again, tracing Caleb's muscles before tweaking his hardened nipples. Caleb groaned, gripping Preston's waist to steady himself.
"You're already so hard for me," Preston teased, dragging his nails down Caleb's torso.
Caleb growled in response, his body tensing under Preston's touch. Preston grinned wickedly and pressed soft kisses down his chest, lower and lower, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.
When he reached Caleb's waistband, he could feel how strained the towel was. Caleb was thick, hard, and desperate for release.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Preston undid the towel, letting it fall. His breath caught at the sight of Caleb's arousal—large, heavy, throbbing. He swallowed hard but wasted no time.
He dropped to his knees, his fingers wrapping around the base as his tongue flicked over the tip.
"Pee—" Caleb gasped, his hands tangling in Preston's hair.
Preston didn't let him finish. He took him into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks, swirling his tongue, and sucking with slow, teasing strokes. Caleb groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he fought the urge to take control.
"Oh, God," Caleb panted. "Where did you—"
Preston pulled back for just a second, looking up at him with hooded eyes. "No talking," he whispered before taking him deeper.
Caleb's head fell back, his grip tightening in Preston's hair. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight of his pretty boy on his knees, pleasuring him so perfectly. The warmth, the wetness, the eagerness—it was driving him insane.
Preston could feel Caleb's muscles tensing, the way his body shuddered with pleasure.
Just as Caleb was on the brink, Preston pulled away, licking his lips as he stood up.
Caleb let out a frustrated groan, his eyes wild with need. "Pee…"
Preston just smiled, undoing the tie of his robe. He let it slip off his shoulders, revealing himself in the sexy bow low-rise underwear Annabel had gifted him.
The fabric barely covered anything, and his own arousal was obvious, straining against the tight material.
Caleb's breath hitched. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight before him.
"You…" Caleb whispered, stepping forward, his hands finding Preston's waist. "You are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen." He traced his fingers along Preston's hips, his touch reverent. "Your ocean eyes were the first thing I fell for, your curls are my favorite because I can run my hands through them all day, your sexy body, your perfect bombom…" Caleb's voice deepened, his fingers ghosting over Preston's lips. "And these lips—I can never get enough of them." You are all mine my pretty boy.
Preston leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against his jaw. "Yours," he confirmed. "And tonight, I want you to have me."
Caleb groaned, lifting Preston into his arms and carrying him to the bed. As he laid him down, his eyes never left Preston's face. "I'm going to make love to you, Pee. Like no one ever will."
Preston's breath hitched as Caleb leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep, slow kiss.