Hayde reciprocated, widening his mouth, welcoming Kinzer’s tongue.
Hayde’s smell, his taste, and his hot breath combined to stir a rush of heat across Kinzer’s body, like sparks of electricity moving through him. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time. Since his time with Dedrus. It was gratifying, because for a moment, just a small moment, he was able to forget all the responsibilities he had to tend to.
Kinzer removed his shirt. Then he gripped Hayde’s neck, stroking his thumb across his cheek.
Hayde pulled away, panting, as he looked at Kinzer with wide eyes. He seemed just as surprised by their chemistry as Kinzer.
He smiled before returning to their embrace. They shifted their heads side to side as they massaged one another with their mouths.
Kinzer started to undo Hayde’s belt, but as it frustrated him, he gave up, grabbed the sides of his jeans, and forcefully yanked them down his thighs with his boxers.
Hayde tried to toss his already open shirt off, but his cuffs, still buttoned, clung to his wrists.
Kinzer saw an opportunity. He grabbed Hayde’s shoulder, spun him around, and pushed him forward so Hayde’s abs pressed firmly against the wall.
He locked Hayde’s wrists together and pressed his pelvis against Hayde’s ass.
Hayde looked around uncertainly, like a caged animal, like Kinzer had violated some distinct boundary. But as Kinzer reached around and cradled Hayde’s balls in his hand, Hayde’s eyes rolled back, and he rested his forehead on the wall.
Kinzer kissed his way down Hayde’s neck, widening his mouth, trying to take in as much of the flit’s muscles as he could.
With his free hand, he gripped onto Hayde’s hip, kneading his fingers into the grooves of his defined torso.
With his other hand, he slid his fingers up Hayde’s balls, caressed the base of his engorged shaft, teasing with his fingers.
Hayde groaned, an assuring response.
Kinzer spotted a wide pipe in the corner of the room, curving through the wall into the floor. It had a break in the middle.
A wicked thought crossed his mind.
He flipped Hayde around, hoisted him into the air by his legs, and carried him to it. He lowered him and threaded the pipe through the space between Hayde’s wrists and his back.
Hayde’s shirt acted as a restraint, which had been Kinzer’s plan. Hayde made that same nervous look.
Kinzer offered a kiss, hoping to soothe him. Unlike the kisses he’d offered Lyle, he really wanted Hayde to be at ease, to feel comfortable with him.
It worked. Hayde relaxed, lying across the rusty pipe. He kissed back, passionately, violently.
Kinzer pressed his hands under Hayde’s thighs, pushing them back so he could get a good view of his hole. He quickly undid his own fly and forced his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
His penis was painfully hard—like Kinzer was being negligent by not getting off immediately.
He pressed the head of his dick against Hayde’s hole.
Hayde gulped. He seemed concerned about Kinzer’s girth tearing into him, ruining him. But Kinzer knew better. A flit surely had been punished with far longer and wider than what Kinzer possessed.
Kinzer offered a few lathered spits as lube before infiltrating Hayde’s hole.
Hayde looked into Kinzer’s eyes. Judging by his expression, Kinzer suspected Hayde wanted him to see how well he could take it.
Kinzer rocked his pelvis, offering Hayde a preview of the experience he was about to endure. “I’m not a fucking mortal,” Hayde said, a grin on his otherwise grimacing face.
“Oh, really?” Kinzer asked, ramming the rest of his shaft into his new friend.
Hayde ground his teeth, still staring into Kinzer’s eyes.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his muscles tense as they struggled in his shirt cuffs, the cloth rubbing against the pipe behind him.
