As Dedrus landed on top, he wrapped his arms around Kinzer’s thighs and clamped tightly around them, lifting them up.
Kinzer struggled. “You bastard!” he shouted.
Dedrus didn’t pay any attention. He provided a spit for his dick, then pushed his hips forward, letting the tip of his cock taste Kinzer’s hole as he made sure he was in a good position to drive in.
He was, and he did.
He didn’t let Kinzer off the hook, either. He shoved as deep inside as he could, without regard for the modestly lubricated walls in his ass.
The veins in Kinzer’s neck streaked from his jawline to his chest. He screamed out. Not as if the experience was slightly uncomfortable. He screamed as if it was the most unbearable pain he’d ever experienced in his life.
Dedrus didn’t stop his assault. He pushed in and out with a furious passion. After all, that was what Kinzer would have done.
“Harder!” Kinzer demanded, despite appearing to be in excruciating pain.
Dedrus complied. He leaned down and snatched Kinzer by his jet-black hair, pulling back sharply, as though he were a vampire about to bite into his prey. “How hard do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.
The whites of Kinzer’s eyes were red, his breathing sporadic. “Rip my fucking ass apart!”
Dedrus pulled back and forced Kinzer’s face against his chest. “Show me you want it.”
A part of what he was unleashing was that rage—the rage that he’d felt toward Kinzer all this time—the rage that, at one time, he had unleashed all alone, knowing that Janka had taken from him the only thing that had ever mattered.
Kinzer touched the tip of his tongue against Dedrus’s nipple. He licked lightly, deliberately.
Dedrus couldn’t tell when his nipple would feel that sensation again, and it drove him insane.
His balls felt like they were about to explode.
He cried out. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, no. I’m gonna—”
He had to stop himself. He wasn’t going to let Kinzer off that easy.
He started to pull out. But Kinzer grabbed his hips and drove him back in.
“You bitch!” Dedrus cried.
“You started this,” Kinzer said through gritted teeth. “Now finish it like the fucking higherling I know you are.”
Dedrus pushed on Kinzer’s legs, struggling to get out of him, but Kinzer’s grip was too strong, and he was too close.
He didn’t have much time left, and his hips’ movements were beyond his control, reaching deep into Kinzer, feeling that pressure around his shaft, as if Kinzer’s ass was just begging to be come inside of.
Then, he cried out, a deep, guttural cry, as he felt that jolt of fluid rip into Kinzer.
Kinzer screamed out at the same time, a stream of come soaring through the air and sprinkling translucent white splotches from his abs to his chin.
Dedrus smiled. He gazed into Kinzer’s eyes. Kinzer wore a smile.
For a moment, he was transported back to their tent—to the days when they’d fuck. Kinzer looked so at peace, so at ease.
A flash of worry washed over Kinzer’s face.
What was it?
He already had his guesses. Kinzer was thinking about Janka. He was thinking about how wrong it was for them to be doing this. He was remembering that he didn’t love his immortal fuck buddy…that he’d never loved him…could never love him.
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