Beats of the Heart - Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Miles and Shawn had settled on the couch. The TV had long been turned off, and slow blues played softly in the background. The day had been challenging, but spending the afternoon and evening with Shawn made it worthwhile.
Miles groaned. "I should probably head back."
Shawn tightened his hold on him. "What if you stay the night?"
"You would be okay with that?"
Shawn kissed his neck. "More than okay. Stay the night with me."
Miles sighed under the onslaught of kisses. He grabbed his phone and distractedly sent Danny a message to tell him he wasn't going home. He dropped his phone on the coffee table and wrapped his arms around Shawn's neck.
"Take me to bed, darling," Miles murmured, drawing a groan from Shawn.
Shawn picked him up and carried him through the house to the bedroom. He dropped Miles on his bed, and his look turned hungry. However, Miles was content to be his prey. Shawn pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his slacks, never breaking eye contact with Miles.
Miles licked his lips from the temptation, and his hands ran down his stomach until he grabbed his cock over his pants. With his other hand, he beckoned Shawn over.
Shawn approached Miles, hovering over him, and kissed down his chest to his stomach. His hands slipped under Miles' shirt and pushed it upwards. Miles worked with him, lifting himself from the bed just enough to allow Shawn to pull off his shirt. Shawn's nimble fingers were quickly on Miles' pants, lowering the zipper and slipping them off with his underwear.
Shawn groaned at the sight. "You're beautiful."
Miles flushed from the compliment. "Beautiful? Really?" He didn't believe adjectives should be bound to genders, but hearing it from Shawn made him almost bashful.
Shawn gave an appreciative mhmm. "Beautiful. Captivating. Irresistible. So fucking perfect. I'm tempted to chain you naked to my bed so you never leave."
Miles felt a shiver from the possessiveness of his declaration. "We'll have to explore bondage some other night."
Shawn's lips curled to a primal smile. "Oh, yes. That is definitely on the list."
He lowered himself so he was on top of Miles and gave him a ravenous kiss, desperate to consume him.
Miles broke away with a gasp. He canted his hips upward, nearly melting from the friction of feeling his bare cock rub against Shawn's slacks. A low chuckle escaped Shawn's lips, enjoying Miles' undoing.
Shawn lowered himself, letting his tongue trace down the corded tendons of Miles' neck until he reached the splash of black ink of his tattoos. Shawn followed the detailed pattern running across his collarbones, interchanging between nips and licks. He traveled down his sternum, slowing his descent so he could give some attention to Miles' nipples.
Miles writhed beneath him. His hands clenched around Shawn's forearms. His body arched into Shawn's touch, silently begging for more. Shawn obliged and continued his exploration. His fingers sketched a picture of unrestrained desire on Miles' skin.
His lips kissed Miles' hips, then lightly bit the skin, enjoying the tremble reverberating through the man under him. His tongue traced downwards, paying attention to the crease between his legs and groin. Miles huffed, painfully aware that Shawn was purposely avoiding the area that needed the most attention.
"Shawn," his voice was filled with need. "I need you, please."
Shawn kissed the inside of Miles' thighs. "I fear I made a monumental mistake last time," He sucked on Miles' skin, leaving a satisfying bruise. "I was too eager to be inside you and neglected everything else."
Miles' hands tangled in Shawn's hair. "Shawn, I can't take it anymore."
Shawn's heated gaze inspected Miles, and a sound of appreciation rumbled from deep in his chest. Miles was tense and taut, his body shivering with wanton desire. His cock was hard and dripping with precum. Shawn ran his tongue up the underside of Miles' shaft, then sucked on his tip, savoring the taste of Miles' pleasure.
Miles moaned and rocked his hips, trying to sink further into Shawn's hot mouth. The noises Miles made were pure music as Shawn sunk further down, pressing his tongue against Miles. His tongue took pleasure feeling Miles throb in his mouth.
He bobbed his head, sucking and licking his way up and down Miles' cock.
"Fuck... Shawn... God, I... fuck..." Miles mumbled incoherently. He started to cant his hips, thrusting into Shawn's mouth. Shawn relaxed his throat, taking him down.
Miles was too distracted by the pleasure that he missed the sound of Shawn opening the bottle of lube. He jerked when Shawn's slick fingers pressed against his opening and slowly breached him.
"Yes," Miles mewled, spreading his legs apart even further, welcoming the intrusion.
Shawn curled his fingers against Miles' gland, making him cry out and throw his head back. His cock pulsed inside Shawn's mouth. Shawn pressed a third finger in, stretching him further and loosening him.
"Close. So close," Miles warned. Shawn stilled his fingers and very slowly pulled off him, edging Miles. He lightly licked Miles' shaft up to his crown, circling it with his tongue.
Miles whimpered when Shawn pulled out his fingers, feeling unbearably empty.
"Shh, baby. I got you," Shawn whispered as he rolled the condom on his cock. He pressed against Miles' and pushed inside of him at a glacial pace.
Miles' hands gripped the duvet, and his mouth fell open from the feeling of Shawn entering him.
When Shawn was fully seated inside Miles, he captured Miles' lips. However, unlike their kisses before, this one was gentle and reverent.
Last time, Shawn said fucking him a hundred times wouldn't be enough. But at this moment, Miles knew a lifetime wasn't time enough to worship the man on top of him. He wanted to give him everything—heart, body, mind, soul. He would give him all of his music if he could.
This wasn't a fervor fuck on the couch. This wasn't the mindless sex he had had countless times before. This was making love.
Miles gasped when Shawn gently rolled his hips. Miles felt the deep affection Shawn wished to portray with every touch. Miles shut his eyes, trying to hide the overwhelming emotions brewing inside him.
Miles' placed one hand on Shawn's chest, cherishing the beautiful thrumming of his heartbeat. He wanted to sear the rhythm into his memory. He wanted this to be the song that resonated in him, a beat that would be playing countless times in the back of his mind. If his life could have a soundtrack, it would be this beat.
With this sound alone, he felt unequivocally loved.
Shawn continued his slow thrusts, his breaths becoming heavier. "Miles," he whispered like a prayer. "Baby, you feel so good."
Miles canted his hips, keeping with Shawn's rhythm. However, he never rushed him or begged for more. He kept pace, savoring everything Shawn was expressing.
Shawn shifted so he was kneeling, grabbed Miles' hips, and elevated them. Miles moaned as Shawn hit him at a new angle. He grabbed Shawn's wrists, his hands automatically finding a new pulse point. He let Shawn control everything and allowed himself to simply feel everything.
"Yes, Shawn," Miles cried out as Shawn hit his prostate. "Fuck."
Shawn gripped him tighter with one hand as the other explored his body, caressing every muscle within reach. Miles rolled his hips with Shawn's thrusts, making them both moan.
Miles felt heat pool in his stomach and knew he was getting close to his climax. He needed Shawn to be closer. He needed to be surrounded entirely by him. He tugged on his arms, and Shawn could understand his meaning. He fell back down, resting on his elbows.
Miles wrapped his legs around Shawn's hips, encouraging him to go deeper. His arms wrapped around his shoulders while Shawn pressed kissed on the hollow of Miles' neck.
Miles was in utter bliss, his body craving and begging Shawn. Three words were caught in his throat—words that had been building for 12 years, but he held them back. One day he would confess those words but refused to do so amid unrestrained passion.
"God, Miles," Shawn sighed against his neck. His lips dragged against his skin, kissing and licking up his jaw until their lips connected.
Their kiss was slow and sensual, just like they were making love.
"Shawn... I can't..." Miles said quietly, arching with Shawn's thrust.
He tightened around Shawn, trying to stave off his orgasm. He only wanted to come when Shawn was about to.
Shawn whispered curses as he felt Miles clench. "God... me too, baby. Come for me."
Miles cried as he came on command. He felt Shawn pulse inside of him, proof that he had also found his release.
Shawn collapsed on him, not caring about the mess on Miles' stomach. He gave Miles lazy kisses, relishing the afterglow.
Shawn slowly pulled out of Miles and pinched off the condom. He stood at the end of the bed, admiring Miles, still panting and perfectly debauched.
Miles noticed his stair and smiled up to him. "How the fuck are you so good at that?"
Shawn chuckled and kissed up Miles' legs. "I believe it was a group effort." With one last kiss, he straightened. "Don't move."
"Believe me. I won't be trying anything as stupid as moving," Miles said helplessly as he ran his hands through his curls that were damp with sweat.
Shawn disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a washcloth. He carefully cleaned up Miles and himself before throwing the washcloth into the hamper.
"How do you feel about a shower?" Shawn asked.
"I feel like that's an impossible task right now," Miles said with a laugh. "My legs are refusing to work after that impressive performance. I am ready to pass out if you don't mind us being a little sweaty in your bed."
Shawn smiled. "I think that's a good idea."
Miles held his hands out to Shawn, forcing him to lie beside him. Miles curled against him, his head resting on his chest.
"You're so good to me," Miles said quietly. None of Miles' previous partners ever concerned themselves with aftercare—not that Miles stuck around long enough to enjoy it. But Shawn was meticulous in caring for Miles. Even now, he was soothingly running his hands up and down Miles' spine.
"You deserve so much more," Shawn said. "And I know you'll do the same if you choose to top me."
Miles groaned while his cock made a valiant effort to get hard again. "Holy fuck, that's hot. You would seriously let me?"
Shawn kissed his forehead. "I love giving you pleasure in any way possible. Although I prefer giving, I can't stop thinking about you being inside me."
Miles groaned again. "God, yes."
Shawn laughed and held Miles closer. "I can't wait to experience more with you."
"Sounds perfect," Miles agreed in a sleep-laden voice.
He hoped they had the rest of their lives to experience new things together. And if magic was real in this world, Shawn was it for him. His endgame. His everything.