Kenji’s fingers fisted in the bedding as Qylar’s cock punched deep inside him. He held on, his body being pushed higher on the bed with each and every thrust. Squirming under Qylar, he groaned, punctuating each hard surge. Kenji reached down and gripped the base of his hard cock and yanked, stroking himselfto the rapid rhythm Qylar set. Qylar held his gaze as their bodies came together, refusing to let it go. Not until he leaned down and captured Kenji’s mouth, swallowing a steady stream of whines along with those kisses.
A sheen of sweat coated them both, their need driving them hard. Their bodies rocked against one another, as if they’d done this a million times before.
He’d said they’d be fine, no matter their size differences, and he’d been right.
They fit like they’d always meant to be bound together as one.
Kenji watched a myriad of emotions crossing over Qylar’s face, struggling to tell them all apart from one another. There was pleasure there, of course… and the edge of pain they rode so close to… but there was something more. He knew he was only deceiving himself to think a near stranger felt anything outside of longing, but a little lie in the heat of the moment was something he’d give into, if only for a little while.
He told himself that there was adoration in Qylar’s eyes… that tonight was only the first before a lifetime they’d share together. Kenji’s breath hitched at the idea of being loved and treasured by someone. Of sharing a life together and sharing passions.
Kenji doled out liquid courage every night and watched men leave in pairs and trios, unrestrained need burning in their eyes. He usually went home alone, stinking of beer and often ended up listening through the paper-thin walls as Tacoma had his insides rearranged by some bear. His lonely nights, watching others find love and lust, were getting to him. He wanted a man for his very own. One like those in his fantasies. One who’d be his champion. His protector.
Kenji had never had that before.
A few had promised it but failed to provide. Most, he’d known the lie as soon as it had left their lips, but a couple had lasted longer than expected and built hope within his heart—only to tear it apart by the end.
Pretending was simpler. It might hurt for a minute after he left, but his heart would remain intact.
“I love you,”Kenji whispered.
Qylar’s eyes widened. Two seconds later, he stiffened, his back bowing as he roared. Hot jets filled Kenji, and the spasming of Qylar’s cock sent him over the edge. Kenji saw stars seconds before he joined Qylar, groaning as he came a second time that night. His cock erupted over his stomach, a string of the sticky seed hanging from tip to bellybutton.
His body softened after the orgasm’s tension faded. Qylar’s arms shook as he stared down, panting. “You love me?”
Kenji’s already warm face grew hotter. “I love… what you weredoingto me.”
“Hmmm…”
“You can’t hold what I said seconds before coming against me.”
Qylar smiled down at him. “If you say so.”
He slowly withdrew. A second later, Qylar gasped.
“What?”Kenji asked, rising on his elbows when he had no strength to move at all.
“The condom broke,” Qylar said, his voice low and filled with concern.
His gaze flicked to Kenji’s, alarm in his eyes.
“I’m disease free,” Kenji said. A thread of worry filled him. “You?”
“I was tested recently,” Qylar replied, frowning. “No diseases and Ialwayswear condoms.”
Kenji sighed with relief. “Then we should be okay. Right?”
“Yeah,” Qylar said.
Something in his tone made Kenji grow nervous again.
“Wearegood, right?”
Qylar nodded. He leaned over the side of the bed and discarded the condom before climbing out of it and walking to the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later, drying his hands on a small towel he soon tossed to the floor. He lay down beside Kenji, silent and staring up at the ceiling.
“You’re freaking me out a little,” Kenji whispered.
Qylar turned his head toward Kenji. “Sorry.” He smiled, but it looked forced. “We’re all good.”
