Chapter Thirteen
Kisses trailed around Kinzer's belly button as Janka worshiped his torso, massaging his thumbs against the sides of his abs, trailing them down his perfectly arched hips.
“Oh yeah!” Kinzer cried, throwing his head back.
Janka slid his nose down the rift in Kinzer's abs, breathed softly across his flesh, down to the head of his cock. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue. His hand glided across Kinzer's abs, stroking, groping. He combed the very tip of his teeth down the bulging vein in Kinzer's cock, the tip of his tongue slipping out infrequently, surprising Kinzer each time.
Kinzer just wanted Janka to take his cock, to bury his face against his pubes. He wanted to feel the embrace of Janka's lips, the warmth of his saliva lubricating his flesh.
“Suck me!” Kinzer begged.
Janka's lips arched into a smile against Kinzer's shaft, as if he was enjoying torturing his lover.
He wrapped his hands around Kinzer's ass, kneading just for a moment before gripping onto them and flipping him onto his stomach.
He sprang to his knees, separated Kinzer's cheeks, and pressed the head of his cock against Kinzer's hole.
Kinzer's hole dilated.
“Fuck me, please! Fuck me hard!”
Janka offered some spit before he pressed the tip of his cock into Kinzer.
A little spit wasn’t going to do much more than get it in. It wasn't going to go in easy on his body.
A thrust of Janka's pelvis sent Kinzer crawling. Janka grabbed him by his wrists, forcing him to remain still. Another thrust of his cock pushed the walls of Kinzer's ass open.
“AH!” Kinzer cried.
Another thrust and Kinzer felt like he'd sat on a flagpole. He gritted his teeth and groaned, squinting as he tried to take in the massive, swelling pain.
Janka's pelvis was wild with excitement, slapping against Kinzer's cheeks over and over.
Kinzer gripped onto the boards in the floor, doing his best to absorb the pain that throbbed through him.
Janka wrapped his arm around Kinzer's neck and pulled him back.
Kinzer's back arched, the rifts in his abs stretching, his belly button flattening against his tense muscles.
Janka wrapped his other hand around Kinzer's head, forcing him to turn back, and planted a kiss on his lips.
His tongue invaded Kinzer's mouth, sliding about, tasting everything in its path.
Kinzer's tongue eagerly met his. Sweat drenched his hair and rushed down his forehead. His fully erect shaft sprayed pre-come onto the floor.
Janka continued shamelessly forcing himself into Kinzer's tense, resistant hole.
As Janka broke from their kiss, he slid his lips across Kinzer's face until they were beside his ear.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I…love…” Kinzer cried out, struggling against the nearly unbearable pain, “…you!”
BANG!
Kinzer, not even fully conscious, rolled off the couch, grabbed his sword, and sprang to his feet.
As he came to, he scanned the room.
