Rough [02] - Roughhousing by Laura Baumbach

mattress beside his head. Bram smiled and James’ chest tightened at the sight of the lopsided, seductive expression he had come to love seeing on his partner's handsome face.
    "This time is going to be slow and gentle, Jamie. Slow and gentle and all for you.” Bram lightly kissed the side of James’ neck. Leaving a trail of wet, red lip marks, Bram worked his way over James’ throat and up the other side, snagging an earlobe and nipping it at the end of his quest. He blew a stream of warm air on the moist lobe and murmured in James’ ear. “Not going anywhere without you, Jamie. We're together in this.” Raining a leisurely mix of kisses, nips, and licks on James’ skin, Bram worked his way down the front of James’ chest.
    James squirmed and gasped as each new sensation buzzed along his nerves. By the time Bram began exploring his navel, he was gasping out loud, fingers of one hand working through the big man's hair and clutching wordlessly at those rippled upper arms and muscular shoulders. Each time Bram darted that tongue into the sensitive opening or sucked a the edges of the inward curve of his belly, James felt the pucker of his ass clench and quiver as if the two were connected by some newly discovered nerve ending. The heat of his lover's hands felt like branding irons on his goose-flesh peppered skin.
    The feeling he had been sucked into a wild, surreal fantasy unexpectedly swept through him and he was suddenly insanely glad that Bram's hands never left his body. The heavy hand still holding his wrist was like an anchor in the swirling chaos of his emotions. Those familiar, strong hands were stroking, teasing, holding him in place, grounding him in the real world, reassuring him that this was true, this was real, this was his life and his lover. He was part of a lasting relationship and it had a real, solid future.
    A molten hot sleeve of wetness unexpectedly engulfed his straining cock and James shuddered and groaned, his voice loud and foreign to his own ears. All at once, the cold wave of terror pounding relentlessly in his chest evaporated and his mind shifted all of its focus to the paralyzing ecstasy of Bram's skilled lips and tongue.
    The lingering terror and chaos fled, replaced by a burst of passion and need so powerful James felt like he had been exposed to a flash fire. His skin tingled and his muscles tensed, shivers of want racing down every fiber of his being until they all joined at the base of his shaft and erupted in a nearly painful climax. And through it all, his lover worked him patiently, lovingly, thoroughly, concentrating solely on James and taking everything James had to offer.
    Finally relaxing into Bram's possessive hold, James tried to catch his breath, but Bram gently, persistently, continued to lap at the soft skin of his spent cock until James was panting and arching up into the delicious hold on his re-wakening shaft. Once James was fully hard again, Bram pulled off and gazed up over the heaving contours of James’ torso.
    "Love the way you taste.” Bram nuzzled the crease of James’ groin and ran his beard stubble over the thin strip of pale flesh. “Skin, come, your mouth. Even your ass.” His pale blue gaze was intense and his voice roughened with bare emotion when he added, “Love you ."
    Swallowing the sudden tightness in his throat, James hissed and arched his hips up to meet the coarse caress, sighing when Bram soothed the slight burn with a long, swirling lick of his tongue. His own watery gaze met the fierce, affectionate glare, feeling slightly unfocused. The ache was back in his chest, but this time it felt different, more comforting and right, as if his heart was assuring him it was part of this wild, passionate relationship as much as his body was.
    "You sure?” James’ voice cracked, and he had to blink several times to clear away the haze distorting the sight of his lover's earnest face. Hard fingers squeezed his trapped wrist and bruised the flesh of