Kinzer wanted to deny him, but it was too late. He’d already gone too far, and he wasn’t going to stop himself now.
Kinzer hooked his fingers in either side of the loops on Hayde’s jeans and forced Hayde to turn around. Hayde grabbed the top of the rail post as Kinzer forced his jeans down, not unfastening the fly so that the fabric would burn against Hayde’s flesh. Hayde grunted but took the pain as Kinzer forced them to his ankles while Hayde removed his jacket, then he wrapped his arms around the post.
“Fucking take me like the whore I am.Yourwhore, Kinzer.”
Kinzer stripped, discarding his jeans before offering some spit for his cock, but not enough that it would be easy on Hayde’s hole. He didn’t want to go easy on him. He wanted to hear him groan…he wanted to hear him hurt. Hayde would heal, but just knowing he did some damage would be enough for Kinzer. That would satisfy him.
Kinzer pushed into him, Hayde grunting, but Kinzer could tell he was stifling the sound, surely because he didn’t want to rouse Quintz or Eilee. Kinzer eased his way into that hole, for his own cock’s sake, not Hayde’s. While he fought his way in, he felt around Hayde’s tight body with greedy hands, probing, exploring, savoring. He’d wanted to truly admire that body at Myor’s.
And the more he did, the harder he became, and the more difficult it became for him to push into Hayde, whose body began trembling as he struggled to take Kinzer’s girth.
Kinzer kissed the back of Hayde’s neck, and Hayde turned his face. He clearly wanted a kiss, but Kinzer didn’t want to give him that again.
No, he didn’t deserve it.
He wrapped his arm around his throat and squeezed, cutting off his oxygen supply. As Hayde gagged, Kinzer basked in the sound. It pleased him in the most sadistic of ways, reminded him of that dark part of himself that did crave vengeance.
Funny how Quintz had thought he was so noble for his quest, but regardless of Kinzer’s feelings for mortals, he did desire to punish—to punish Hayde and to punish Janka. There was that wicked part of himself that needed it.
That same part took such joy in feeling Hayde’s body tremble against him. Kinzer squeezed tighter around Hayde’s neck as he fucked his hole. Hayde gripped Kinzer’s forearm around his throat, like he wanted Kinzer to let up, but Kinzer didn’t give him that satisfaction. He leaned forward and turned to look into Hayde’s eyes as he opened his mouth, his body trying to force air back into his body. It was so gratifying to watch him fight against Kinzer’s grip, and when he tried to pull at Kinzer’s arm again, Kinzer told him, “Stop!”
Hayde obeyed, grabbing hold of the post before him, clinging to it as he struggled.
Did he think Kinzer was going to take it too far? That he’d let him die?
Kinzer considered it. Maybe it would be better that way. Maybe Hayde deserved it for his crime.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? For me to watch you like this? To watch you in fucking pain. To watch you die…I should do it…just like this.” He fucked harder, panting. “I should…let…you die…just like this…”
Hayde wiggled about in his grip, his mouth still open, offering Kinzer the promise of that kiss again, the one he should have denied himself. The one he shouldn’t have craved as much as he did.
Kinzer let up his grip on Hayde’s neck, and as Hayde gasped for air, he kissed him. Hayde didn’t struggle, didn’t show anger for how he’d strangled him. He just kissed back, seemingly desperate for Kinzer’s lips as Kinzer was for his, and Kinzer felt his dick swell in Hayde’s hole.
Oh fuck, it shouldn’t feel this good. I hate myself.
***
Hayde slid his tongue between Kinzer’s lips, trying to make the most of their kiss—a kiss he knew wouldn’t be long enough.
It never was.
Never could be.
Kinzer grabbed the back of Hayde’s head and pulled him near as he buried his cock in his ass. Kinzer’s dick slammed into his prostate, making him hard as a motherfucker.
Hayde could feel all Kinzer’s hate, his loathing, and it pained him, but still, he preferred having any attention from Kinzer rather than none at all.
Kinzer nipped at Hayde’s bottom lip before he pulled out and stepped away from Hayde.
“What are you doing?” Hayde asked, still gasping for air. He hated how pathetic, how needy he sounded.
Kinzer shoved Hayde, turning him around so that Hayde faced him. He squatted and wrapped his arms around Hayde’s thighs before hoisting him into the air.
Hayde wrapped his legs around Kinzer’s waist as Kinzer walked around the post, through a bed of bushes, and pushed him back against the rail lining the porch. The corners of the squared wooden beams dug into his shoulder blades, but Hayde wouldn’t complain. He wrapped his arms around Kinzer’s neck and pulled close, kissing him as Kinzer navigated his way back inside him. He was relentless, not allowing Hayde a chance to let him in easily. Hayde gritted his teeth and clawed at Kinzer’s back.
In Hayde’s excitement, his wings shot out of his back, thrusting his body forward and catching Kinzer off guard so that he went falling back. He clung to Hayde’s body as Hayde offered a quick flap to catch his fall. He flapped his wings to keep them in place, struggling with Kinzer’s hard girth within him.
As Kinzer regained his balance, he whirled them around and shoved Hayde back, forcing him to the ground. Kinzer fell with him, clinging to him, that thick cock deep within him as they landed on the ground, Hayde’s wings catching his fall, but also forcing Kinzer’s cock even deeper within him.
