Kinzer sucked softly between Dedrus’s jaw and neck. His teeth tugged at the flesh.
Without warning, Kinzer pulled back.
They locked eyes.
Kinzer looked sad. Did he regret the day he’d rejected Dedrus’s love? Surely not. He wouldn’t have met Janka if he hadn’t. Dedrus wanted him to regret it, though. He wanted Kinzer to look back and see the foolishness of his mistake—to feel for him as he’d always felt for Kinzer.
Kinzer’s gaze stirred a rush that crawled from the base of his spine to his neck. Dedrus pulled, practically tore, out of his shirt.
Kinzer did the same, revealing his muscular body, sharp shadows amplifying the grooves in his abs.
Dedrus licked through the grooves, savoring the taste of his flesh.
Kinzer gripped onto the button on his jeans and stepped off the couch, making a quick effort to get them off. Dedrus was right beside him, working far more effectively, because his were at his ankles twice as fast as Kinzer’s.
Before he could turn around, Kinzer tackled him from behind, driving them both to the wood-paneled floor.
Kinzer lay across Dedrus, his dick between his cheeks, his abdomen pressed against his back, his lips at his neck.
Heat radiated off Kinzer’s lips, sweeping between locks of Dedrus’s hair, kissing the tiny hairs that strayed across the back of Dedrus’s neck. They tickled and stood on end, though they were nowhere near as erect as Dedrus was in that moment.
Splinters in the wood scratched at his shaft’s flesh as he strained from the pressure between the floor and Kinzer’s pelvis.
Kinzer stroked his cock between Dedrus’s cheeks.
Dedrus savored the feeling. He wondered how something was capable of causing him such excruciating pain and such intoxicating pleasure at the same time.
Dedrus pushed his ass back, begging for Kinzer to just put him out of his misery and enter him. He wanted to feel that cock forcing its way in.
Kinzer pressed on the floor, pushing up. He spit in his hand, offering modest lubrication before he navigated the head of his cock into Dedrus’s ass.
Get it in!Dedrus thought.
He needed Kinzer to be close to him.He needed Kinzer to be with him as he had so long ago, if only so he could pretend they’d never parted.
Kinzer raised his hand to his mouth.
“No!” Dedrus snapped. “I don’t need anymore spit! I want it like this.”
He just wanted to feel the raw rub, the tear inside of him, the burning sensation that let him know that Kinzer and he were one.
Kinzer’s eyes shimmered in the light from the fireplace. He jerked his hips forward.
Dedrus squinted. The sharp sting was intense, but he knew it could be worse.
“All the way!” he demanded.
Kinzer obliged.
Dedrus tried to scream, but it caught in his throat. The pain was so intense, so severe. He couldn’t breathe. Jerking his head back, he hit and punched at the floor, desperately attempting to distract himself from the pain.
Tears rushed from his eyes, dripping onto the floor, glistening in sparks from the fire.
Despite the clear pain Dedrus was in, Kinzer didn’t stop. He thrust back and forth with a violent passion, groaning like a warrior striking for the kill.
It was just how Dedrus liked it—how Kinzer knew he loved it.
Dedrus wondered if his hole was bleeding because each stroke felt so rough, so dry. He figured he might as well have had Kinzer shove his fist inside him.
