Kid opened his eyes, looking into Treycore’s.
A wicked gleam flashed through them, and Treycore knew it was time to play.
He slid out, grasped Kid’s knees and flipped him onto his stomach. He grabbed the sheet he’d used against the yawday and wrapped it around his throat, allowing either side to drape down Kid’s back as he slid his dick back inside him.
Kid crawled to his knees and leaned back so his shoulder blades pressed against Treycore’s chest, his head shifting so his gaze met Treycore’s.
Treycore grabbed either side of the sheet, holding it just beneath Kid’s neck. He tugged.
Kid’s head rolled back, and Treycore kissed his neck, letting his tongue taste his mortal flesh.
He penetrated deeper into Kid and tightened the sheet until Kid’s face turned red… just as it had done before.
Kid caressed his hand across Treycore’s hip. With his other hand, he reached behind and clutched onto Treycore’s hair, like he was desperately trying to make sure he couldn’t get away from him.
Treycore gazed into the mirror across from them, watching Kid’s belly quiver, muscles twitching as he endured the pain.
Treycore forced himself farther in, still just the very beginnings of his shaft. Kid opened his mouth to scream out, but Treycore’s chokehold prevented more than a wheezing sound from escaping.
Kid’s face grew so red Treycore knew it was time to release him, and he eagerly did, allowing his lover a moment to gasp for air before wrapping his arm around his neck and forcing him back against him, turning Kid’s head with his hand so he could kiss him firmly.
Kid struggled to pull away, fighting for air, but Treycore fought to maintain as much control over the mortal’s lips as possible.
With his other hand, Treycore tickled his fingers down Kid’s torso, and as he came to his cock, he stroked it. Every time he reached the head, he gently massaged it with his thumb before sliding back down the shaft.
Kid pulled his head away from their kiss to groan when Treycore forced another kiss.
Kid grabbed Treycore’s hand, the one pleasuring his cock.
“Please stop. I’m gonna come.”
Treycore grinned, satisfied with how excited he’d made Kid. He dug his dick deeper into him, knowing the pain would be too much for his body to maintain its excited state.
“Oh, fuck,” Kid cried as his body quaked.
Treycore kissed across Kid’s shoulders, delighting in every dip, savoring the hardness of bone and the softness of muscle as his lips assessed Kid’s flesh. He did a similar assessment with his fingers across the ridges in Kid’s abs. He raised his free hand to Kid’s neck and gripped it softly.
Treycore pulled the tip of his dick out and slid it back in. He looked into the mirror, checking Kid’s expression to make sure he was okay.
Kid writhed in discomfort.
“Keep going!” he said.
But Treycore grew concerned. He’d remembered his encounters with Kid, and knew he would not speak up about the safety of his own hole. If anything, he would put it at risk of being severely injured.
Treycore removed his dick and crawled around to Kid’s side.
“Maybe we should just jerk off.” Considering how aroused they both were, he feared Kid might get hurt, and after the lengths he’d gone to reach him, that wasn’t going to happen.
Kid offered an angry glare.
He stepped off the bed, turned back to Treycore, and shoved him so that he fell across the mattress. Crawling back onto the bed and over Treycore, he positioned his hole over Treycore’s cock, and squeezed Treycore’s mushroom head as he inserted it back inside him. He lowered his hand to Treycore’s balls, which he massaged gently.
Kid had no idea what he was doing to him. The sensations were arousing, but as Kid rotated his hips—his abs dancing before him, his cock flopping up and down—he couldn’t help but think of his days as a stripper and how amazing Kid would have been in such a profession.
Kid’s hole constricted slightly and loosened.
It felt incredible.
