"Tell me if it becomes too much at any point," Weiler acquiesced, letting Locke relax back against the pillow as he slid back. For a moment, just front to back, shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip, Weiler felt incredibly content to be at this point with this person, and he showed it, showering a trail of kisses down the curve of Locke's back.

Settling back on his ankles, Weiler took only a few seconds to ready himself. He'd been waiting and though seeing Locke take pleasure was enough to keep him at steady bay, he was anticipating this just as much. In this position, Locke wouldn't have to stretch or bend to accommodate him, but there were enough challenges in the act already. He wanted, needed to make this good.

"I'll go slow, Rhys," Weiler promised gently, positioning himself over and around Locke before beginning to guide himself in. Almost immediately, he sucked in a breath and let his eyes fall half-closed. It was so warm and tight, the way his chest felt when Locke pushed into him and they were fully connected.