As Kinzer fucked him, his body bobbed up and down, his dick bouncing off his abs.
A slapping sound filled the air as Kinzer’s thighs slammed against Hayde’s ass cheeks.
A button shot off the cuff of Hayde’s shirt and Hayde’s arms pulled free. He grabbed onto Kinzer's arms, his legs—pinned together in his pants—acting as a boundary between them. His shirt—dangling from his wrist—draped over Kinzer’s ass.
Kinzer hooked his arms under Hayde's arms, the flit's legs still between them as he pulled Hayde off the pipe but continuing to pound him.
Sweat rushed through the crevices around Hayde’s abs, glistening in the light.
Kinzer carried Hayde to the air mattress, struggling with mini-steps with his ankles still locked in his jeans. He lay Hayde back on the sheet, undid the button on Hayde’s other cuff, and tossed the shirt up to the pillows which rested against the wall.
Sweat rushed down Kinzer’s face, dripping onto Hayde’s cheeks and forehead as they kissed.
While Kinzer continued forcing kisses on him, Hayde kicked his shoes off and worked his jeans and boxers off, allowing them to fall off the side of the bed.
Kinzer couldn’t get enough. Each kiss left him wanting more from the next, and more and more. Greed consumed him. He wanted to spew inside Hayde, fill him, pleasure him in ways he’d never experienced with another immortal. He wasn’t sure where this impulse came from, but it was so powerful—this inexplicable magnetism that had possessed him—that he wasn’t sure he could fight it.
As Kinzer pulled away for a moment, Hayde slid back on the mattress.
He relaxed, lying across it before leaning off the edge.
Kinzer crawled to catch up with him, adjusting his body weight to keep his balance on the mattress, which shifted with his weight. He grabbed Hayde to take him again. Hayde popped back up, his dagger in hand.
He pressed it against Kinzer’s neck.
Kinzer stopped, bewildered.
Hayde smiled playfully as he caressed the blade down Kinzer’s chest, between his pecs.
“Get on your back,” Hayde ordered.
Kinzer did as he was commanded, his cock swelling, his mind racing. What was Hayde doing?
Did he want to fuck him?
Hayde crouched on the bed and straddled Kinzer’s lap, descending so that Kinzer’s cock slid inside him.
He kept his dagger against Kinzer’s body.
“You gonna fuck the shit out of me?” Hayde asked.
Kinzer nodded.
Hayde leaned down until his lips were just before Kinzer’s.
“Then make me feel like the worthless shit I am.”
Kinzer grabbed either side of Hayde’s hips and furiously pounded into his hole.
Hayde tossed his head back, the blade still against Kinzer’s chest.
“Fuck, yeah!” Hayde cried out. “Fuck!”
Kinzer kneaded his thumbs into Hayde's sides, feeling his muscles, allowing his mind to record this exquisite physique.
Hayde’s cock violently swung about as he continued bouncing on Kinzer’s lap.
He rotated his hips, granting Kinzer’s dick a pleasurable massage.
