CHAPTER 389: CHAPTER 389: PATIENCE, LOVE.

Lucas’s breath hitched as Trevor’s words wrapped around him, a promise and a plea all at once. He leaned in, his lips finding Trevor’s in a kiss that overtook them both. Trevor’s hands moved across his body, tracing the lines of his back and the curve of his spine, until they rested on his hips, drawing him closer and eliminating any space between them.

The room seemed to spin, the morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over their entwined bodies. Lucas’s hands found their way to Trevor’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his breath. He traced the lines of his muscles and the smooth expanse of his skin, memorizing every inch of him.

Trevor’s mouth moved to Lucas’s neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of their mark, sending shivers down his spine. Lucas gasped, his head falling back, giving Trevor better access. The scent of cedar and storm air surrounded him, intoxicating and grounding, a reminder of home and safety and desire.

"Trevor," Lucas whispered, his voice breathless and needy. "I need you."

Trevor’s response was a low growl, a sound that vibrated through Lucas’s body, settling deep in his core. He shifted, rolling Lucas onto his back, his body covering his, a perfect fit. Lucas’s legs wrapped around Trevor’s waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel his weight over him.

Their kisses deepened, becoming a dance of tongues and teeth, a battle for dominance that neither wanted to win. Lucas’s hands explored Trevor’s body, tracing the lines of his muscles, the curve of his ass, and the hard length of him pressing against his thigh.

Lucas’s world narrowed to the press of Trevor’s mouth, the desperate slide of their tongues, and the excruciating heat of the body covering his. The initial, tender exploration had vanished, replaced by a sudden, all-consuming fire.

The scent of him, cedarwood and the crisp, electric tang of a coming storm, flooded Lucas’s senses, a familiar aroma that now felt like a narcotic. He felt the solid wall of Trevor’s chest under his palms, the frantic, heavy thump of his heart a drumbeat syncing with his own. Lucas arched into him, a silent plea for more, for everything.

Trevor’s hands were everywhere, mapping Lucas’s body as if it were new territory, learning the curves and valleys, and the sensitive spots that made him gasp and arch into his touch. He found Lucas’s nipple, rolling it between his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure straight to his groin.

Lucas’s hips bucked, seeking friction, any kind of relief from the building tension. Trevor chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down Lucas’s spine. "Patience, love," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "We have all morning."

Trevor’s hands moved smoothly, gently undressing Lucas from his soft pajamas. The fabric slid away, revealing Lucas’s bare skin, pale and inviting in the soft morning light. Trevor’s gaze roamed over his husband’s body, taking in every curve and line, a mix of admiration and hunger in his eyes.

Lucas, now naked, lay back on the bed, his body already responding to Trevor’s touch, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Trevor, still in his pajamas, positioned himself behind Lucas, guiding him into a new position with firm and gentle hands.

Lucas felt a surge of anticipation as the angle changed, his body arching slightly in search of closer contact. Trevor’s hands found their way to Lucas’s hips, pulling him closer, aligning their bodies perfectly. They slid down, cupping his ass, kneading the soft flesh before one hand slipped between them. His fingers found Lucas’s tight, wet opening, already glistening with slick. The sweet, honey scent of Lucas’s arousal perfumed the air around them.

"So wet for me already, my love," Trevor murmured against his mouth, his voice rough with a possessiveness that made Lucas’s toes curl. One thick finger circled his rim, teasing, before pressing just inside. Lucas cried out, his back arching back until he touched Trevor’s chest, a white-hot bolt of pleasure spearing through him.

"Please, Trevor... more..."

Trevor didn’t make him beg twice. He added a second finger, stretching him with a delicious, burning fullness that stole the air from Lucas’s lungs. His thumb found Lucas’s swollen nipple, rubbing tight, frantic circles that sent sparks of sensation shooting straight to his throbbing cock. Lucas bucked his hips, moving himself on Trevor’s fingers, chasing the building coil of tension deep in his gut.

"Patience, love," Trevor rasped, though his own breathing was ragged. But he was moving now, shifting back to finally, finally take him.

Trevor, still frustratingly half-dressed, positioned himself, again, between Lucas’s opened thighs. He guided Lucas’s hips up, sliding a pillow underneath to angle him perfectly. The head of Trevor’s cock, slick with his own arousal, pressed against Lucas’s softened, waiting entrance. The sensation was infuriatingly good, a blunt, hot pressure promising unimaginable pleasure.

Lucas reached back, gripping Trevor’s thigh, urging him on. "Please, Trevor. I can’t wait any longer."

With a slow, careful thrust, Trevor pushed into him, filling him completely. Lucas’s body welcomed him, the sensation of being stretched and filled overwhelming and perfect. Trevor’s movements were slow at first, giving Lucas time to adjust, but they quickly increased in intensity, with each thrust deeper and more urgent than the last.

The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the soft gasps and moans, the wet slap of skin on skin, and the low growls and whispers of love and desire. Lucas’s body responded instinctively, his hips meeting Trevor’s thrusts, their movements syncing in a dance as old as time.

As Trevor’s pace quickened, Lucas’s body tensed, his muscles coiling, his breath catching as he teetered on the edge of ecstasy. The sensation of Trevor’s cock hitting that perfect spot inside him sent waves of pleasure crashing through him, each thrust pushing him closer to the brink.

Trevor’s hands gripped Lucas’s hips tightly, his body tensing, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Lucas," he whispered, his voice a desperate plea. "I’m close. I need you to come with me."

Lucas nodded, his body already responding, his orgasm building, a wave of pleasure that threatened to drown him. "Yes," he gasped. "Yes, Trevor. I’m with you. Always."

With a final, deep thrust, Trevor sent Lucas over the edge, his body convulsing, his mind shattering into a million pieces of pleasure and love and everything in between. As Trevor reached his climax, he knotted, the sensation sending waves of ecstasy through both of them, binding them together in the most intimate way possible.

They lay there, entwined and sated, their bodies still joined, their hearts beating in sync, their breaths mingling, a testament to their love, their connection, their everything. Lucas’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft smile playing on his lips as he drifted off to sleep, safe in the knowledge that he was loved, that he was home, that he was everything to Trevor, just as Trevor was everything to him.