Treycore wrapped his free hand around Kid's neck and pulled him back into an embrace. Kid tried to pull back, struggling to breathe, but Treycore pressed kisses against Kid's lips. He ran his thumb along Kid's cheek. His other hand continued stroking his back. Treycore's finger pressed against where Kid’s spine had hit the rock. Kid whimpered like a fox with its leg caught in a trap. He twitched. His body attempted to convulse away from Treycore. Treycore gripped even tighter to Kid, his fingers digging into the spot that had stirred the reaction.
A rush of pain ripped through Kid, like shards of glass stabbing into his back. He balled up his hand and slammed it into Treycore's cheek. Treycore's face inched to the side. He clenched his jaw and grabbed Kid by the throat, staring him down. Kid's face flushed. He wanted to explain what had happened—that he had just been so overwhelmed with pain and acted instinctively. What was Treycore going to do to him now? He could effortlessly snap his neck if he wanted to. Or worse, he would just end this pleasurable experience.
Kid's eyes filled with fear. Sweat poured off his forehead and ran down his cheeks.
Treycore pulled Kid down so their faces were millimeters apart. Treycore's jaw relaxed. He moved his face closer to Kid's and brushed their lips together. He didn't kiss him, though. To Kid, it seemed as if Treycore was testing him to know if Kid wanted to continue. If Kid kissed him back, he would accept that as approval. If not, he would cease entirely. Kid didn't hesitate. He placed a soft, reassuring kiss on Treycore's lips before pulling away. Treycore glared at him suspiciously, as if he was still trying to read Kid—like he didn't understand him. Kid planted another soft kiss on his lips.
Treycore released Kid's neck and stroked the back of his fingers against Kid's face. Kid breathed heavily. Treycore kissed him again.
They breathed into each other.
Kid's erect cock slid under Treycore's button-up and moved against the grooves in his abs. The harder he pushed his penis against Treycore's abs, the more relief he felt, and he wanted relief so much. At the same time, he desperately wanted Treycore inside him. He didn't know how. He knew it wouldn't be physically possible—or at least, it might be the most unbearable experience of his life, but he wanted Treycore inside him. He wanted him to swell in his ass. He wanted to scream while Treycore forced it in him harder and harder, not giving him a moment to recover. He wanted Treycore to explode inside of him so his whipped cream load spewed out through the space between his asshole and Treycore's pulsating dick.
Kid's thoughts were getting him too close to climax, and he wasn't about to let that happen until Treycore had had his way with him—even if that left him paralyzed or worse. He pulled his pelvis back, so only the tip of his cock grazed up against Treycore's immortally perfect abdomen.
Treycore reached his hands into the placket of his button-up and gripped the material. With a swift rip, the buttons popped off. One smacked Kid between the eyes.
Kid shook off his surprise.
“Fuck.” He stared in awe at Treycore's flawless body.
It wasn't actually flawless. Now that Kid could see it under daylight, though his abs were jagged and ripped, they were obviously lopsided. His pecs were massive, but he had incredibly small nipples. As hairless as his chest was, he had the faintest of happy trails, which Kid was so enamored with that he dove his head straight to Treycore's waist to lick between the thin, blond hairs. He trailed his way up to his navel. Swirling his tongue into the shallow dip, he did his best not to miss any crevice.
His hands massaged Treycore's magnificent abs. They felt like smooth pebbles, cushioned by slightly dampened flesh. As Kid licked, he worked to get as much of Treycore's sweat inside him. Kid didn't know what had possessed him. The sweat didn't taste particularly great, but he felt this compulsion to consume as much of it as he could, as if it was water and he had gone days without a drink. In reality, it’d just been a few hours.
Treycore grabbed Kid by his hips. He sat up, bringing them face to face.
“I'm gonna come in you,” he said, his expression serious.
It was an expression that concerned Kid. He was hoping that Treycore was considering the logistics of sex. Clearly, it was all that he wanted too, but there was no way Treycore was going to be able to come inside him with ease, even having had all those men at Jerry's loosening him up for the past few years. However, Kid couldn't think with his rational mind. All he wanted was for Treycore to be in him—even if that meant that he was going to be ripped in half.
Kid pulled away and flipped on his stomach, exposing his smooth ass. Treycore flashed a smile that made Kid want to satisfy him even more.
Tear me open.Destroy me.
His erection stirred against the dark earth.
Treycore kicked his shoes off and slid his now ankle-high jeans onto the jungle floor. He crawled to Kid and kissed his ass with soft, tender kisses. He cupped his ass cheeks in his hand and kneaded his fingers into them. His mouth found its way to Kid's asshole. His tongue danced around the edges.
Kid closed his eyes, savoring the tingly sensations that rushed from his ass, through his abdomen, and into his chest.
“Ow!” Kid shouted.
Treycore had slipped a finger into his ass, fast and hard. Kid thought that perhaps it had been a painful warning for what their anal sex was going to feel like. He relished the sting.
Treycore slipped his finger in and out of Kid's ass.
The painful rubbing and ripping at his crack wall reminded him that they didn't have any lube, which meant it would be an even more painful experience than he had previously considered. Kid wasn’t sure that was such a bad thing.
“Ah!” Kid groaned.
Treycore had forced, not one, but another two fingers in. Kid dug his fingers into the damp ground.
“No, please…” he whined, but what he meant was, “More!”
Treycore kissed the base of Kid's spine softly as he continued forcing his fingers inside him. He lowered his head, collected saliva in his mouth, and spit a thick wad onto his fingers. As his moistened digits continued penetrating Kid's ass, they provided him with at least a modest form of lubrication, making the experience somewhat less painful.
Treycore pulled his fingers out. Kid took a breath of relief, but as he caught a glimpse of Treycore's shadow moving up him, he tensed and simultaneously wished that he hadn't. He felt soft flesh at his ass crack.
