Rediscovery by Ariel Tachna Page A

softening.
     
    “Yes.”
     
    “Good. Lie back and relax,” Lee urged. “Give me half an hour, and I’ll make you come again.”
     
    “And what are we going to do for half an hour?” Michael asked, only half teasing.
     
    “I’m going to make you feel good,” Lee said.
     
    Michael moaned in delight at the thought, but his innate sense of fairness protested. “Shouldn’t I make you feel good too?”
     
    “You will,” Lee promised. “When you let me inside you, it will feel amazing, even through the condom.”
     
    Michael wasn’t sure that was enough, but Lee’s hand moved with more purpose along his erection, stealing Michael’s breath again. His other hand slid up Michael’s stomach to his chest, tangling in the thick hair in search of his nipples. Finding them, Lee tweaked and pinched at them, keeping the stimulation constant and distracting.
     
    Michael’s eyes closed, the lids too heavy to stay open beneath the onslaught of sensation. He undulated on the bed, completely uncaring of how wanton or needy his movements made him appear. Lee’s hands never paused, so he obviously wasn’t disturbed by the show.
     
    Michael’s eyes flew open when he felt cool fingers press against his entrance. He had no idea where Lee had gotten the lube, but he spread his legs wider.
     
    “Roll over,” Lee murmured, kissing the inside of Michael’s thigh.
     
    Michael rolled onto his stomach, moving at Lee’s urging to the middle of the bed. He looked back over his shoulder at his lover, still dressed from the waist down, kneeling between his legs. One hand settled reassuringly in the small of Michael’s back while the other delved into his crease. Michael pulled one knee up to the side, letting the new position part his cheeks and put his hole on display. If the sudden groan from Lee was any indication, the posture met his approval. Michael smiled and lifted his butt invitingly.
     
    Lee nipped at one curved cheek. “Behave yourself.”
     
    “Why?” Michael quipped.
     
    “Because you’re too tempting already,” Lee said softly, “and if I get inside you too soon, I won’t be able to hold back until you can come again.”
     
    Michael shivered at the thought of Lee fucking him to completion. “I’ll be good,” he promised.
     
    Lee’s fingers found their target again, playing teasingly around the edge of Michael’s entrance until he thought he’d go wild with the sensation. Only when he was squirming and pushing back against Lee’s fingers did the other man finally work one inside him, no more than to the first knuckle, slipping in and out until Michael sobbed out his need.
     
    As if that were the signal Lee had been waiting for, suddenly the finger went deeper, probing the walls of Michael’s passage until he cried out again at the pressure on his prostate. A second finger joined the first, but Michael was too far gone to do more than register the stretch in passing as Lee massaged his sweet spot with unerring skill, leaving Michael feeling like he could come again any second. Lee didn’t let him, though, always backing off when he felt his release nearing. “Please,” Michael begged. “Fuck me already.”
     
    The sound of foil tearing had never been so welcome. The fingers disappeared for a moment, to be replaced by the blunt tip of Lee’s cock. Michael almost asked to roll over, wanting to see Lee’s face as they made love, but then Lee filled him, and Michael changed his mind. He didn’t want Lee to pull away for anything, even that. There would be other opportunities, maybe even this weekend, to make love face to face. For now, he needed to come, almost as badly as if his previous climax had never happened.
     
    Lee seemed to sense his urgency, rocking into him steadily, rhythmically. Michael pushed up to meet each thrust, moving up onto his elbows to give him a greater range of motion. Lee’s hands closed around his hips, helping him keep his balance as they moved with greater