Kinzer’s dick felt constricted in his jeans. Like the crotch in his pants had suddenly shrunk. He unbuttoned and unzipped with a singular goal—to lessen the throbbing pain that swelled in his cock.
As he shoved his jeans and boxers down, he released his cock, freeing it of the restraining clothing, which he kicked behind him, across the floor.
Hayde wrapped his arm under Kinzer’s leg and flipped him over.
They clung tight to each other as they kissed in the rotation.
Hayde pulled away and kissed down Kinzer’s torso. He rolled his head side to side, his tongue trailing through Kinzer’s abs, the ones that seemed so hard to keep these days.
He nibbled on Kinzer’s skin, then skipped the rest of his torso, heading directly for his penis, which he consumed, his lips pushing down and pulling back up, massaging it. He stroked his hand across Kinzer’s belly, as if he needed to touch another part of Kinzer’s body.
Kinzer tossed his head back in satisfaction as Hayde took care of his cock like his mission in life was to satisfy that part of him.
Hayde forced the shaft farther back into his throat until he gagged. Kinzer felt Hayde’s tongue extend as he permitted even more of it inside his mouth.
His movements were so aggressive Kinzer grew concerned about his sutures, and he flashed a glance to make sure they remained unaffected by the blowjob.
Hayde pulled back and released the head from his lips. He gasped for air like he’d been held underwater and desperately needed it. Pre-cum dripped from his lip, and he eagerly licked it. He crawled over Kinzer, kissing him again as he kicked off his shoes and struggled to get his jeans off. Kinzer assisted, violently forcing them down.
He’d only pulled them just below his buttocks when Kinzer slid out from under him and propped himself up on his knees. He shoved Hayde forward so that he lay on his stomach. Pressing his nose into Hayde’s crack, he licked violently around his hole. He pulled his ass cheeks apart so he could be more precise with his tongue.
As he opened it farther, he spit a juicy wad inside.
He spit another wad into his palm and ran it along his dick. He got on his knees and pressed the head of his dick against his prisoner’s pink rim. It was a perfect rim, perhaps the most aesthetic quality on his body.
For a moment, he wondered if this was a good idea… if Hayde had really meant all those horrible things he’d said about him. Despite his reservations, he couldn’t help himself from sliding inside, filling him.
Hayde tossed his head back and groaned as Kinzer continued sliding in, fast. Incredibly fast.
Hayde winced and pounded his fist against the bed violently.
Kinzer wrapped his arm between the mattress and Hayde’s stomach and pulled him back as he stepped off the bed. Soon, Hayde was on his knees and Kinzer was fucking him from behind. He couldn’t move too fast at first, as Hayde’s parched hole prevented such speed. But his gradual movements, combined with the occasional lubrication of extra spits, allowed him to make his way inside, feeling only a slight burn as the hole tore at his dick.
As he pushed three quarters of his shaft inside the flit, Hayde grabbed Kinzer’s hair and tugged, unleashing a scream. He must’ve used the technique to distract himself from the pain.
Kinzer rubbed a hand across Hayde’s back, noticing the occasional mole or scar, reminding him of Hayde’s imperfections. What Hayde could never understand was how these parts could arouse Kinzer.
He kissed one scratch, then another and another.
He wrapped his arm around Hayde and rubbed his hand up and down his cock, tending to his needs.
Kinzer wished that he just wanted to fuck him like this… not to look at Hayde’s face. He couldn’t do that. This was the enemy. He couldn’t allow himself to look at Hayde as he had once looked at Dedrus. It would have been wrong. It would have been disgusting.
The impulse was too strong for him to resist, though, and as much as logic and reason demanded that he fight it, he couldn’t. He needed to see Hayde’s face, to see him reacting to his every thrust.
He pulled out and started to flip Hayde over, but Hayde pulled away and slid off the bed. Hayde slid his jeans the rest of the way down, discarding them on the floor before shoving Kinzer back onto the bed.
Kinzer landed on his back, and Hayde crawled on his knees to him. He wrapped one arm around his leg and the other around his neck and lifted him, carrying him to the head of the bed.
What was he going to do?
Hayde released his neck and held Kinzer’s other leg up with his hand. He spit on his own cock, spreading the fluid across his shaft before shoving his cock’s head against Kinzer’s hole.
Kinzer’s ass cheeks clenched. He tried to relax them, knowing the intrusion would hurt far worse if he resisted, but he couldn’t fight his body’s reaction, and he felt like his hole was tearing at the edges.
“Ah!” he cried out.
Hayde continued to push deeper in.
