Dedrus continued to sway, but as he reached one side, Kinzer’s dick rushed in.
Dedrus reared his head back. It was the most painful and the most delightful sensation he’d ever experienced. His head tossed back and forth as he writhed in the delicious sensation that poured through his back, as if his nerves had been shot full of morphine—everywhere except his ass. Pre-come projected out of his cock, onto the carpet.
It was too much for him to handle. He caressed his hard cock against the floor, forcing it against the red bristles. His cock needed relief. It needed to come.
“Harder, harder!” he begged. “Please, harder!”
Kinzer released Dedrus’s wrists and pressed his hands against the back of his wings, arching his back, pushing his abs forward, as he thrust with all his might in and out of Dedrus’s ass.
Dedrus knew he should be quiet, considering how many people were probably sleeping, but he couldn’t. He screamed.
Dedrus struggled against his cock’s desperate attempt at climaxing. He moved his ass in circles, another move that he’d acquired through his profession.
It must’ve been more than Kinzer could handle, because Dedrus felt him swell. He loved knowing that Kinzer was filling his hole, his come spewing deep inside him. A quick thrust as Kinzer’s dick slipped across his own come sent him even deeper inside Dedrus than he’d been before.
Dedrus’s cock was like a gun. A runny, translucent pre-come preceded a flurry of thick, white rockets that soared through the air and scattered across the red floor.
Dedrus’s legs quaked. His back trembled.
Oh, I fucking needed that. Chills followed the thought as an awareness stirred within him.Why did I do that?
He’d reveled in the idea of the deceased Janka watching him fuck his lover. He’d injured himself by revitalizing the sensuality that had solidified his love for Kinzer so long ago.
He’d made a huge mistake. A mistake that, given the opportunity, he’d make again.
***
Kid stood by the door.
The small room reminded Kid of some of the fucking rooms at Jerry’s, except it was far less empty. On the far end, by a window, a comforter and pillows were piled together in the middle of a twin bed. Across from the bed was a desk with an old computer and printer. Mounds of paper surrounded it. Books and CDs scattered across the floor.
Books? Treycore didn’t seem like the kind of guy that read much.
“My only rule is,” Treycore said, “don’t fucking hog the covers.” He unbuttoned his shirt.
Kid eyed the twin bed. “Um,” Kid began, “maybe I should just sleep on the couch downstairs.”
“You saying you’re a cover hog?”
“What? No. I just don’t want—”
“Then don’t be stupid. No reason to sleep on the couch. We’re all adults. We can share a fucking bed, right? What? You worried I’m queer?”
Kid shook his head. Although, he’d hoped.
Treycore undid the last button on his shirt and slipped it off. It took a bit of effort, considering how tight the shirt was against his flesh.
Kid’s eyes fixated on the curves at the edges of his abs, the sculpting just under his plump chest. Treycore had tiny, perky nipples. Kid’s mouth salivated as he imagined licking, titillating them.
Treycore tossed Kid a suspicious glare.
Kid’s eyes raced around. Had he been caught?
“You gonna get ready for bed?”
“Oh, yeah,” Kid said. He walked over to the bed, sat, and untied his shoes.
“You younger mortals smell worse than the old ones,” Treycore said, unzipping his jeans. He pulled them down with his underwear, revealing his massive cock.
