The Velvet Pull

*Always,* he vows. *Now, let’s go deeper…*

And you do. Deeper than you’ve ever gone before. The connection between you hums with power, a live wire thrumming with shared sensation, shared thought. You feel Bram’s hands on your skin – not ghostly this time, but *real*, solid and warm, mapping every inch of you with reverent attention. *Yes,* you think, arching into his touch. *More.* *More,* Bram echoes, his thoughts a low growl in your mind. *I want to feel you, too. All of you.* *Then do it,* you urge, your mental voice a panting whisper. *Touch me. Taste me. Take me.* *With pleasure,* Bram purrs, and then his mouth is on yours, hot and hungry, his tongue sweeping inside to claim you, brand you. You open for him eagerly, meeting his passion with your own, the kiss a tangled, feverish communion of lips and teeth and tongue. *Mine,* Bram thinks between kisses, his hands roaming your body, leaving sparks of sensation in their wake. *All mine.* *Yours,* you agree, the word a surrender and a celebration. *Always yours.* *Always,* Bram affirms, and you feel the truth of it, the *rightness* of it, ringing through every cell of your being.

The world dissolves into a kaleidoscope of sensation – the slide of skin on skin, the catch of breath, the sweet, heavy drag of desire. You move together like you’re one body, one mind, anticipation and fulfillment perfectly aligned. *There,* you think as Bram’s fingers find that perfect spot, the one that makes you see stars. *Yes, there…* *I know,* Bram murmurs, his thoughts a smug, satisfied purr. *I feel what you feel, remember? Every spark. Every shiver.* *Show-off,* you think, but there’s no heat in it, only fondness, only need. *Less talk. More… oh god, more of that…* Bram chuckles, low and wicked, and *does* it again, wringing a ragged moan from your throat. *Your wish,* he thinks, *my command.* *Always.* And then there’s no more words, no more thoughts, only the climb, the crest, the shattering fall into bliss. You come undone in his arms, your cry of release echoing through the shared space of your minds, and Bram follows a heartbeat later, his pleasure a bright, hot wave washing through you both. *Yes!* you exult, lost in the perfect, radiant symmetry of it. *Yes, yes, yes…*

You surface slow, lazy, like swimmers breaking through the surface of a sun-warmed sea. The studio comes back into focus around you – the warm glow of the lamps, the scent of tea and sex and something indefinable, electric. Bram is slumped in the chair opposite you, his hair mussed, his eyes hazy and distant, a small, stunned smile playing on his kiss-swollen lips. You can still feel the echo of him in your mind, a warm, sated hum of presence. *Wow,* you think, your mental voice soft with awe. *Just… wow.* Bram’s smile widens, his gaze sharpening as he meets yours. *Wow indeed,* he thinks, his voice a warm rumble in your mind. *That was…* he trails off, shaking his head. *There are no words, Leo. No words for that.* *There don’t need to be,* you think, holding his gaze. *It just… was. It is.* *Yes,* Bram agrees. *It is.* He reaches out, his hand coming to rest on yours, his thumb stroking idle circles on your skin. *You’re incredible, Leo. Truly. I’ve never…* he swallows, seeming to search for the words. *I’ve never felt anything like that. Like you.* *Ditto,* you think, your heart swelling in your chest. *I… I didn’t know it could be like that. That I could be like that.* *You can,* Bram says, his voice fierce with conviction. *You are. And we’re just getting started, you and I. Just scratching the surface of what’s possible.* *Just the beginning,* you think, and it feels like a promise, a vow. *And that was the beginning,* Bram murmurs, his voice a warm, sure caress. *Of everything.* *Everything,* you agree, and lean in, and kiss him, and it’s a seal on the promise, a benediction, a homecoming. *Yes. Everything.*