Just like mortals, he thought, considering their brief lifetimes that allowed so little time to practice their kissing technique.
“Oh,” Lyle moaned.
Kinzer gripped onto his arms, more muscular than he’d imagined they’d be, and threw him back onto the bed. He pressed his knees into the mattress, crawled on top of Lyle, and kissed him again, helping him remove his button-up while Lyle kicked off his shoes and pulled down his jeans.
After some uneasy trembling while removing his shirt, Kinzer tossed it beside the bed.
The lamp on the nightstand cast hard shadows across Lyle’s six-pack. Specks of dirty-blond hairs trailed from his navel to his pubes.
He was a good-looking guy. Kinzer figured he wouldn’t have had trouble picking up tricks at a bar, so he wondered why he’d wanted this sort of exchange with Kinzer.
It didn’t really matter.
Kinzer gripped under Lyle’s knees, leaned back, and flipped him on his stomach.
Lyle’s back was just as muscular as the front, with sharp, defined edges stretching down his shoulder blades.
Kinzer grasped onto Lyle’s hip with one hand and navigated his cock with the other.
“Whoa, whoa!” Lyle exclaimed. He tucked his knees close to his chest and flipped over quickly. He raised a hand. “I think I’m gonna need some lube.”
Kinzer spit in his hand and rubbed it across his thick shaft.
“No, seriously, dude.”
He started to get up, but Kinzer snatched his shoulder and threw him back onto the mattress. If they were going to do this, they were going to do it his way.
Kinzer smiled a wicked smile. “Don’t worry,” he said. “You’ll like it.”
He grabbed his trick’s arms, pulled them up over his head, and rested on top of him, so their abs rubbed together. He kissed him, working to improve Lyle’s abilities by guiding him, slowly, carefully. Lyle started to follow his lead, but slipped up occasionally, opening his mouth too wide or not enough. As Kinzer leaned back, he gazed into Lyle’s eyes. Lyle didn’t appear as apprehensive as he had moments earlier. He looked at Kinzer’s dick, staring, as if hypnotized by it.
Kinzer lifted Lyle’s legs and pressed the head of his cock against his hole. He spit on his dick. The fluid slid down his veiny flesh. He offered another spit and wiped it across the surface, which even Kinzer had to admit was particularly dry. But a part of that made him happy. He wanted it to hurt Lyle. He would have been pissed to know Lyle had walked away without a few wounds.
Lyle’s chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily, surely preparing for the intense intrusion. He held onto his legs, seemingly for support.
Kinzer thrust his pelvis forward, his fingers massaging his dick as he guided the head inside Lyle’s hole.
Kinzer rubbed Lyle’s abs to assure him that he would take care of him, but it was a ruse—a lie to give him a false sense of security.
Lyle pursed his lips and breathed in and out, grinding his teeth as Kinzer pressed deeper into him.
“Ah, ah!” he whimpered.
Kinzer slid out slightly, to give the impression that he was being courteous.
“You okay?” he asked, his fingers outlining the top muscles in Lyle’s six-pack.
Lyle grimaced, but nodded.
Kinzer took that as his invitation to proceed and slid farther in.
Lyle’s face reddened as he squirmed beneath him.
When Kinzer had forced his entry halfway inside, he began pulling out and pushing back in, offering Lyle a taste of what would become a far more painful encounter.
When Lyle settled into the rhythm, relaxing as his hole seemed to have adjusted to his sadistic top, Kinzer thrust much farther in.
Lyle opened his mouth to scream. Kinzer leaned down and covered his mouth with his hand.
