Declan is sprawled out beneath me, his body warm and solid, his chest rising and falling as he stares up at me with those piercing blue eyes of his. We're both down to our boxers now, the heat of his skin pressed against mine, and fuck, it's a sight I'll never get tired of seeing.

I didn't plan for things to go this far tonight. Once we got started, I couldn't stop myself. Maybe a part of me has wanted this for a long time.

I lean down, brushing my lips over his, soft at first, testing the waters. He makes this sound, low and guttural, and it shoots straight through me, making my skin prickle and my blood run hot. I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against his, and he meets me with the same hunger, the same intensity.

His hands move to my back, his fingers digging into my skin, like he needs to hold on to something solid. "You're so fucking responsive," I murmur against his mouth, my voice rough with want. "You don't even realize how fucking gorgeous you are, do you?"

Declan's breath hitches, his grip on me tightening. "Shut up," he mutters, but there's no heat behind it. He's flustered, and it's fucking adorable. He isn't used to being the one who receives praise.

He better get used to it.

I pull back just enough to look at him, my hands braced on either side of his head. His face is flushed, his lips swollen from my kisses, and he looks... vulnerable. It's a side of him I don't think anyone else gets to see, and I feel a rush of something deeper, something that scares the shit out of me but feels too good to ignore.

"Not a chance," I say, my lips quirking into a smirk. "You're gonna hear every damn word, Dec. Every fucking word about how good you look under me, how good you feel."

His jaw tightens, and for a moment, I think he's going to argue. But instead, he shifts beneath me, his body pressing up into mine, and the friction is enough to make us both groan. "Elias," he says, my name a broken sound on his lips, and it's the best fucking thing I've ever heard.

"That's it," I murmur, leaning down to press kisses along his jaw, his neck, the line of his collarbone. "Let me hear you."

I take my time, letting my hands roam over his body, mapping out every ridge and plane of muscle. His chest, his shoulders, the dip of his waist. Everything about him is strong, solid, like he was built for this, for me.

"Fuck," I breathe as my fingers trail down to the waistband of his boxers, teasing the edge. He shivers beneath me, his hips twitching, and I feel his arousal pressing against me through the thin fabric.

"You're fucking perfect," I tell him, my voice low and rough. "You know that, right? You're perfect."

He lets out a shaky laugh, his head tipping back against the mattress. "You're relentless, you know that?"

"Damn right I am." I grin, nipping at the skin of his neck, just hard enough to leave a mark. "And you love it."

Declan doesn't deny it. Instead, he arches up into me, his hands moving to my waist, and the way he looks at me. It's like he's daring me to keep going, to push him further. It's enough to make my control snap.

I grind down against him, my erection rubbing against his, and he lets out a choked moan, his fingers digging into my sides. "Fuck, Elias."

"Good boy," I murmur, the words slipping out before I can stop them. But they feel right, and from the way his body reacts. His breath catching, his hips bucking. I know they landed exactly the way I wanted them to.

His eyes snap up to mine, wide and dark, and for a second, I think he's going to say something. But then he pulls me down, crashing our mouths together in a kiss that's all teeth and desperation, and I lose myself in him, in us.

The room feels hot, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and skin and something uniquely Declan. It's overwhelming, intoxicating, and I don't want it to stop. I don't want this to end.

"Elias," he breathes against my lips, his voice raw. "I... I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."

"You don't have to," I tell him, my hand sliding down to cup him through his boxers. He gasps, his body jerking beneath mine. "We will figure this out together. It's new for me too."

He nods, his throat working as he swallows hard. "Okay."

I let go of him, just enough to slide his boxers down. Mine follow, hitting the floor and adding to the growing pile of clothes.

We are both bare now, completely naked. Sure, we've been naked together before. But that was different. That was with Valarie between us.

I think back to the night in the cabin when we both were inside of Valarie at the same time, how amazing it felt. Not just the tightness of her cunt, but the way it felt to have Declan's hard cock sliding against mine.

Grabbing my bottle of lube from the nightstand, I pour some in my hand before tossing the bottle back down. I start with my own erection, lubing it up until it's slick and shiny. Then, I grab Declan's.

His cock pulses in my hand as I stroke him, coating him generously. Declan's eyes are squeezed shut, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. I can feel the tension radiating off him in waves.

"Hey," I murmur, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his jaw. "Relax. We don't have to do anything you're not ready for."

His eyes flutter open, meeting mine. There's vulnerability there, but also a fierce determination. "I want this," he says, voice husky. "I want you."

I scoot in close, until our cocks are touching. I use both my hands to wrap around them and start to stroke us together. The sensation is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Declan lets out a low moan, his hips bucking up into my grip.

"Fuck," he gasps, his hands gripping my thighs. "That feels..."

"Good?" I finish for him, increasing the pace of my strokes. Our cocks slide against each other, slick with lube and pre-cum.

"Amazing," Declan breathes, his eyes locked on where we're joined.

I can't tear my eyes away from the sight either. Our cocks, so different yet so similar, moving together in perfect sync. The contrast of his tanner skin against my pale tone is mesmerizing. I feel a surge of affection for Declan, mixed with an overwhelming desire that threatens to consume me.

My heart races as I watch Declan's face, flushed with pleasure and desire. His lips are parted, soft pants escaping with each stroke of my hand.

I lean down, capturing Declan's lips in a searing kiss. He responds eagerly, his tongue tangling with mine as our hips move in tandem. The dual sensations of our cocks sliding together and Declan's passionate kisses are driving me wild.

I free one of my hands and let it roam his chest, tracing the defined muscles and tweaking a nipple. My other hand it trying to keep a grip on both of us, but it's impossible. I'm doing what I can, but it's sloppy. Declan doesn't seem to mind though. And neither do it. I hold his cock in place while I move my hips, sliding my erection up and down his.

Declan arches into my touch with a gasp. "Fuck, I'm close," he pants, his fingers digging into my thighs.

His eyes lock onto mine, dark with desire. The intimacy of the moment hits me like a freight train. This isn't just sex. It's a connection, deep and primal.

I return both my hands and increase the pace, twisting my wrist on the upstroke in a way that has us both moaning. Declan's hips are moving frantically now, chasing his release.

"What a good boy," I coo. "That's it."

The moan that Declan releases when he comes is almost enough to have me following, but I hold off. I don't want to come just yet. Declan's release lands on my hand, my cock, and his stomach. I can't wait to see what he looks like with my cum on him. I bet he will be beautiful.

His cock give one final twitch, and he is done. His large hands still grip my thighs, and he looks at me through his lashes.

"Your turn," Declan murmurs, his voice husky and breathless. His hands slide up my thighs, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I shiver, my entire body thrumming with need.

Declan's fingers wrap around mine, still slick with his release, and he guides our joined hands along my length. The added friction of his cum has me gasping, teetering on the edge.

I pull back right before I come.

"Do you want to continue?" I ask.

Declan's eyes widen, pupils dilating even further. "God, yes," he breathes, voice thick with desire.

My heart races at his eagerness. I lean down, brushing my lips against his ear. "Where do you want me?" I whisper, relishing the shudder that runs through his body. I know the answer I want to hear, but I don't know if either of us are ready for that.

He swallows hard, Adam's apple bobbing. "Inside me," Declan says, his gaze never leaving mine. "I think."

The raw need in his voice sends a jolt of electricity down my spine. I nod, reaching for the lube. "Roll over."

Declan complies, his movements languid and graceful as he turns onto his stomach. I take a moment to admire the broad expanse of his back, the curve of his spine, the perfect roundness of his ass. My fingers trail down his sides, and I feel him shiver beneath my touch.

"Relax," I murmur, popping open the lube cap. "I'll go slow."

I coat my fingers generously, then gently part his cheeks. Declan tenses slightly as I circle his entrance, but I don't push in yet. Instead, I lean down and press a soft kiss to the small of his back, feeling his muscles relax under my lips. "Breathe," I whisper against his skin.

Declan takes a deep breath, and I feel the tension leave his body. Slowly, I press one finger inside him. He's tight. So incredibly tight. And I have to bite my lip to keep from groaning.

"Okay?" I ask, my voice strained.

He nods, face half-buried in the pillow. "Yeah," he breathes. "It's... different. But good. Keep going. I'll tell you if we need to stop."

I work my finger in and out slowly, watching Declan's reactions carefully. His breath catches as I curl my finger, searching for that spot I know will drive him wild. When I find it, Declan lets out a strangled moan.

"There?" I ask, smirking even though he can't see my face.

"Fuck," he gasps. "Yeah, there."

I add a second finger, stretching him gently. Declan pushes back against my hand, seeking more friction. His responsiveness is intoxicating, and I can't help but lean down to press open-mouthed kisses along his spine. The taste of his skin, salty with sweat, makes me dizzy with want. Even if this is all that we do, it will be time well spent.

"More," Declan groans, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Please, I need more."

I oblige, adding a third finger and increasing my pace. The sounds Declan makes, breathy moans and half-formed words, send sparks of arousal through my body. I'm achingly hard, my cock straining against my stomach, but I force myself to focus on Declan's pleasure. I curl my fingers again, brushing against his prostate with each thrust. His back arches, a shudder running through his body.

"Oh god," he moans, fisting the sheets. "I'm ready. Please, I need you inside me."

My breath catches at his words. I withdraw my fingers slowly, grabbing a condom from the nightstand. My hands shake slightly as I tear open the wrapper and roll it on. I slick myself up with more lube, positioning myself behind Declan.

"You sure?" I ask, running a soothing hand down his spine.

I pause, the head of my cock pressed against Declan's entrance. My heart pounds, a mix of desire and nervousness coursing through me. This is new territory for both of us, and I want to make sure he's truly ready.

Declan turns his head, meeting my eyes over his shoulder. His pupils are blown wide with lust, a flush spreading across his cheeks. "I'm sure," he says, voice husky. "I want you, all of you."

That's all the encouragement I need. I push forward slowly, gritting my teeth against the tight heat enveloping my tip. I stop once my tip is fully in, giving Declan a chance to tell me to stop. But he doesn't.

"I'm going to let you get the rest in," I tell him. "I'll hold steady, and you push yourself back as much as you can take. Take your time."

Declan nods, his breath coming in short pants. I feel him relax, then slowly push back against me. The sensation is almost overwhelming. Tight, hot pressure engulfing my cock inch by inch. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to thrust forward.

"Oh fuck," Declan gasps as he takes me deeper. "You feel so good."

His words send a jolt of pleasure through me. I run my hands along his sides, feeling the trembling in his muscles. "You're doing great," I murmur. "Just a little more."

With a final push, Declan takes me to the hilt. We both groan at the sensation, his muscles clenching around me as he adjusts to the fullness. I lean forward, pressing gentle kisses along his shoulder blades.

"You okay?" I whisper against his skin.

"Yeah," he breathes. "Just... give me a minute."

I nod, even though he can't see me. My whole body thrums with the need to move, but I force myself to stay still. I focus on the feeling of Declan's skin under my lips, the slight sheen of sweat glistening in the low light.

After what feels like an eternity, Declan shifts slightly. "Okay," he says. "You can move."

I start slow, pulling out just an inch before pushing back in. Declan's breath hitches, and I freeze. "No, don't stop," he urges. "It feels good."

Encouraged, I begin to move in earnest. Long, slow strokes that have us both panting. The tight heat of Declan's body is intoxicating, drawing me deeper with each thrust. I change my angle slightly, searching for that spot that'll make him see stars.

"Oh fuck!" Declan cries out suddenly, his whole body tensing. Found it.

I grin, picking up the pace. "Right there?" I tease, aiming for the same spot.

Declan can only moan in response, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly. I can feel him trembling beneath me, his body taut with pleasure. The sight of him coming undone sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.

I lean forward, pressing my chest against his back as I continue to thrust. My lips find the sensitive spot just below his ear, and I nuzzle there, breathing in his scent. Declan turns his head, seeking my mouth, and I oblige him with a deep, passionate kiss.

Our tongues tangle as I pick up the pace, driving into him harder and faster. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and our mingled moans. I'm getting close, the familiar tension building in my core.

"Declan," I pant against his lips. "I'm not gonna last much longer."

He reaches back, gripping my hip. "Me neither," he gasps. "Touch me, please."

I slip a hand around his waist, finding his cock hard and leaking. I stroke him in time with my thrusts, feeling him shudder and clench around me. It's almost too much.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" Declan cuts off with a loud groan as he comes, spilling over my hand and the sheets below. The pulsing of his muscles pushes me over the edge, and I follow him into blissful oblivion, burying myself deep as I climax.

For a moment, we stay frozen, panting and trembling in the aftermath. I press soft kisses along Declan's shoulder, savoring the taste of his sweat-slicked skin. Slowly, I pull out, both of us hissing at the sensation.

I flop onto my back beside him, staring up at the ceiling as I try to catch my breath. "That was incredible. Better than anything I could have imagined."

Declan turns to face me. He has this goofy, just-fucked grin on his face. His hair is a mess, cheeks flushed, eyes bright. He's never looked more beautiful.