[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]
When Ren sees the new transfer student—Shin, black hair, storm-cloud-gray eyes, and more beautiful than any guy had a right to be—he makes it his mission to get to know him. Too bad Shin is about as sociable as fungus, and about as likable, too. But Ren isn't good at giving up, so he takes on the challenge of cracking Shin's titanium shell. What he finds underneath, though, is way more than he's prepared to handle.
People are disappearing in Akita, and Shin might be behind it. As Ren's feelings grow for the reserved man, so do the number of missing person reports, and Ren doesn't know if their budding relationship is enough to withstand both the well of secrets and the organization Shin works for.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Naked, Ren crawled over him, mindful of his shoulder, and kissed him, tongue sweeping through his mouth. Then he inched back downward, licking and nipping at every bit of skin he could reach. He paused at one dusky pink nipple, biting down and tugging just enough to elicit a gasp and a lengthy moan from Seiji before soothing his tongue over the hardened tip and continuing his descent. He pressed a kiss to each rib, dragged his tongue along the delineation of tight stomach muscle. He sucked lightly at the skin just beneath Seiji’s belly button and pressed his cheek, eyes tightly closed, against a narrow hip. He laughed softly at the way his hands shook.
“God, Seiji.” He lifted his head to meet that dark gaze, watching him from beneath a sweep of lashes. “Watch,” he whispered before turning his head, eyes still locked with Seiji’s, and pressed his mouth to the side of Seiji’s cock.
He slid his tongue slowly forward and dragged it up, inch by inch, before taking the damp head into his mouth with a happy groan. Seiji’s eyes fluttered shut before opening again. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, looking exquisitely pained.
Ren moaned as he lowered his mouth, making sure Seiji got as clear a view as possible of his cock disappearing between his lips. Then he released him with a wet pop and licked his lips, smirking.
“Ren,” Seiji said. Ren’s groin tightened at the breathless quality of Seiji’s voice. “In the dresser.”
Ren reached for the top drawer of the dresser and blindly patted at its contents until his fingers touched a small jar. He pulled it free and grinned at the jar of oil.
“Your shoulder. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll be fine,” he said and thrust his hips upward impatiently. Ren choked on a groan.
“No, I…god, Seiji, I can’t. I’ll hurt you.” He shook his head as Seiji scowled at him through his mess of dark hair. “Look, we’ll do it this way.”
He settled his legs on either side of Seiji’s hips and smiled wickedly at the way Seiji’s nostrils flared in understanding.
He uncapped the jar and dipped his fingers in, coating them well. Bracing one hand on Seiji’s stomach, he reached back to push gently at his entrance. He winced at the initial discomfort, but it quickly abated as he pushed deeper. It had been a long time since he’d last slept with anyone, considering the second he met Shin—Seiji—he hadn’t wanted anyone else. Even now, the fact that he was finally going to get what he wanted seemed surreal.
Granted, it wasn’t him screwing Seiji against his desk, the window, the cafeteria table, in the shower, or anywhere else his healthy imagination had supplied. But this was just as good, if not better.
He pushed another finger in, moving his hips a bit to stretch himself better, and glanced at Seiji. Seiji’s chest had flushed pink, his cheeks even darker with color as he watched, jaw slack and looking more beautiful than anyone had a right to be.
Ren pulled his fingers free with a sigh and reached for more oil. He wrapped his hand around Seiji’s cock, stroking firmly and coating it thoroughly before reluctantly pulling away.
He watched Seiji’s face, unable to look away, as he positioned himself and slowly sank down on Seiji’s cock. Seiji let out a low groan, his entire body tense. Ren didn’t look away. He wanted Seiji to know he had his complete attention, that he wasn’t thinking of anything else but how to move for him, how to roll his hips and squeeze down until Seiji was mewling against the sheets.
“Ren,” he gasped before his hips jerked upward. Ren groaned and clamped his legs around his hips, stilling him.
“Don’t,” he said. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
“I’m fine,” he said between clenched teeth before he dug the fingers of his left hand into Ren’s thigh and snapped his hips upward. Ren found he couldn’t argue.
He made a strangled sound and moved with him, letting gravity do most of the work. His thighs burned, but he continued to thrust downward in long, hard strokes, relishing the way Seiji’s gaze burned into his, the way his eyes tracked over his face, his chest, the erection bobbing between his thighs and then back again to his face to start the visual trek all over again. He dragged blunt nails from Ren’s hip to trail through the short blond hairs at the base of his cock.
“Touch me,” Ren demanded roughly, breathlessly. And Seiji did, rubbing his palm against the tip of his cock, smearing the clear fluid against his hand before gripping him firmly and sliding his hand down the length. Ren shuddered and moaned, dimly hoping no one was occupying the nearby rooms.