Henri - 35

 

Henri awoke to find Taegan sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him.

 

"This is creepy, you know," Henri muttered. "How long have you been here?"

 

Taegan brushed a lock of hair off Henri's forehead. "Since I closed the gallery for the day."

 

"It's…? I slept all day?" He eased up, leaning against the headboard. "Why aren't you in bed? You must be exhausted."

 

"Does being on a bed count?" Taegan asked with a wicked grin, adding, "I was tired, until I came to check on you. Now I have other things to worry about, such as whose bed I should be sleeping in…when I do go to sleep."

 

Henri chuckled. "That was one bad, umm, proposition line, if that's what you think you're doing."

 

"The question is, is it working?"

 

Rather than replying with words, Henri leaned forward, putting him within kissing range of Taegan—and did just that. The instant their lips met, any residual doubts Henri might have had about the wisdom of them taking their relationship to the next level vanished. All he wanted was the two of them tangled together in the throes of hot, passionate sex.

 

"Whoa!" Taegan broke the kiss several moments later, eyeing Henri. "That was not quite what I expected."

 

"Oh?" Henri pulled back, afraid to ask.

 

"What happened to the shy man from a few hours ago?"

 

Now it was Henri's turn to grin wickedly. "The wonders of a good day's sleep? And some very interesting dreams? I think shy has gone by the boards." As he spoke, Henri began unbuttoning Taegan's shirt, caressing every inch of skin as it was revealed.

 

Taegan swallowed hard. "I'm supposed to be the seducer, not the seducee," he whispered.

 

By then, Henri had the shirt open, and he pushed it off Taegan's shoulders. He tweaked one of Taegan's nipples before laving his tongue over it, then the other one. As he did, he pressed his hand to the rapidly growing erection beneath Taegan's slacks. Stopping his teasing of Taegan's now hard nipples, Henri told him, "This would be easier, and more fun, if you were naked."

 

"I think it can be arranged." Taegan stood, hastily toeing off his shoes before removing his socks and slacks, revealing his thick cock, which was definitely standing at attention. "You might want to get rid of your briefs, you know, in the interest of…fun."

 

Henri had no problem with that idea. The second he was totally naked, he grabbed Taegan's hands and pulled. Taegan complied to the non-verbalized request by climbing onto the bed, sprawling over Henri. Resting on his elbows, he looked down at him, smiling. "Now what to do with you, since I seem to be in a position of supremacy."

 

"Anything you want to," Henri managed to reply before Taegan kissed him. Of course he didn't intend on allowing Taegan to remain supreme. Henri took advantage of the kiss, as much as he was enjoying it—and he definitely was—to wrap his arms around Taegan and roll them over so he was on top.

 

"Hey!" Taegan muttered. Then he groaned when Henri slid down to envelop Taegan's cock with his mouth.

 

Henri chuckled while tormenting Taegan—sucking, licking then swallowing his cock, all the while rolling his balls gently between his fingers. Taegan's moans inspired him to greater heights and he might have let him come then and there if he didn't have needs of his own. Slowly he pulled away, circling the base of Taegan's cock with his fingers to keep him from exploding.

 

"You are in so much trouble," Taegan growled.

 

"Good trouble, I hope," Henri replied, looking up at him, not releasing his hold until he was certain it was safe.

 

"Depends if you consider my fucking you into oblivion good."

 

"Oh, yeah." Henri crawled up Taegan's body, meshing their lips in a heated kiss which involved deep exploration of each other's mouths in the process. His cock throbbed in anticipation and it was all he could do not to come at just the thought of being penetrated by Taegan.

 

Breaking the kiss, Taegan suggested, "It would be easier if you were on your hands and knees, not spread across me."

 

"That can be arranged," Henri replied. He slid off Taegan, got on his knees, gripping the headboard with his hands. He heard the nightstand drawer open, then, moments later, he groaned as one lubed finger pushed through his entrance. When it touched and stroked his gland, he would have come on the spot—except Taegan had wrapped his fingers around his cock to keep that from happening.

 

"Easy, love," Taegan murmured while pushing another finger in.

 

Henri felt a brief flair of discomfort when Taegan began stretching him and ignored it; letting the pleasure Taegan was giving him take precedence. He groaned in frustration as Taegan removed his fingers. When the head of Taegan's cock replaced them, he refused to react to the ensuing pain, afraid Taegan might stop if he did.

 

"I'll take it slowly," Taegan assured him, making truth of his words by easing in inch by inch.

 

Soon, Henri found pain turning to pleasure when Taegan began to ride him. With each thrust in, he brushed the head of his cock across Henri's sweet spot. Henri began moving with him, damning the tight grip Taegan had around his cock to keep him from coming, but only minimally since the pleasure Taegan gave him outweighed that small problem for the moment.

 

"Ready?" Taegan murmured, kissing the nape of Henri's neck.

 

"Was…an hour ago…" Henri managed to reply.

 

Taegan chuckled. "Payback, lover." He ran his hand up Henri's cock in time to increasingly rapid thrusts.

 

That was all it took. Henri almost passed out as the power of his orgasm flooded him. He was dimly aware when Taegan came, his shout echoing through the small bedroom before he collapsed on Henri, panting.

 

"You know," Henri said a while later, now on his back with Taegan beside him, "For someone who should have been too exhausted to do anything more than sleep, you comported yourself quite admirably."

 

Taegan snickered. "Comported?"

 

"Meaning—"

 

"I know what it means," Taegan replied with a laugh before kissing Henri softly.

 

Henri stroked Taegan's now wildly disordered hair, unsuccessful in trying to tame it. He was certain his hair was equally as messy—not that he gave a damn. "Stay here. I'll get a washcloth and clean you up," he suggested. "Then you can catch up on your sleep while I go home and deal with the trash we brought back from the lab."

 

"You're going to leave me?" Taegan asked in obviously mock dismay.

 

"Unlike you, I don't get off on watching someone sleep," Henri replied with a grin as he got out of bed. He went into the bathroom, washed the cum from his chest, then returned with a washrag as promised. He smiled when he saw Taegan was already sound asleep. After carefully cleaning him without waking him, Henri got dressed. He bent over Taegan, brushing a kiss to his temple. Then, with a thought, he returned to his apartment.