“Fucking fuck,” Hayde called out as Kinzer got on his knees, raising Hayde’s thighs to ease his own entry.
Hayde’s eyes rolled back as he stretched his arms out, feeling his fingers through the feathers of his wings.
“Fuck me, Kinzer,” he pleaded as he looked up. Kinzer’s face was locked in a glare of contempt, like he couldn’t shake his hate of him any more than he could shake the lust that made him want to fuck Hayde like that.
Kinzer released one of Hayde’s thighs and slid his hand around his waist, pushing his hand against the small of Hayde’s back, forcing him to arch his body even more, stressing the definition in his abs, which he hoped was pleasing to Kinzer’s sight.
A chill rushed through the air, hardening Hayde’s nipples.
Kinzer licked his fingers and palm before gripping Hayde’s shaft and stroking, pleasuring him. Hayde jerked his hips, enjoying Kinzer’s stroke as well as the hard girth inside him. He could feel himself climbing higher and higher as Kinzer’s cock slammed into his prostate.
“Oh, fuck me, Kinzer. Fuck me harder.”
But Kinzer slowed his pace before stopping, not hitting that sweet spot within Hayde anymore. It drove him crazy. Hayde looked to him, stunned, wondering if it was some sort of cruel punishment.
As Kinzer gazed down at Hayde, rage in his expression, unable to hide his contempt, it reminded him of the way higherlings had looked at him when he was first introduced into Heaven. How they looked down upon him, how disgusting they found his kind. He had been so far beneath them, and they’d made it so clear every time they took him, with force and cruelty, reminding him of how repulsive he was, how he was only there to serve their needs. But he knew Kinzer didn’t see him that way. At least, not until he had felt so horribly betrayed.
Kinzer pulled out once again.
“What’s wrong? Don’t go,” Hayde said, riddled with worry. It couldn’t end. Not yet. “I just want to get you off.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Kinzer said, but he wasn’t excited. He sounded resigned. He had caved to his lust, that was all. But that was enough for Hayde.
Kinzer crawled over Hayde, straddling him. Hayde knew what he was going to do, and at the thought his cock grew even harder, something he didn’t even think was possible.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t want Kinzer to change his mind. He wanted to be inside his tight hole, just as he’d been at Myor’s.
Kinzer gave another spit in his hand and spread it across Hayde’s cock before descending on it. He moved slowly, his face cringing as he adjusted to it, as he moved it within him, grunting, groaning.
Hayde set his hand on Kinzer’s ankle, stroking his thumb across it, hoping Kinzer wouldn’t disapprove of such intimate contact, but Kinzer was so busy trying to take him that he didn’t say anything.
***
Kinzer grunted as Hayde’s cock entered him. He wanted it. Felt like he deserved the pain, considering he shouldn’t have been giving into his fucked-up desire for the bastard. And yet, what did a fuck matter as long as it felt good? And it always felt oh-so-good with Hayde, even when he hated him.
But what Hayde had done back at Myor’s had fucked with his head. Why had he cared for him like that? Just because they were allies in that moment?
He wanted to believe for another reason, but as he reminded himself of Hayde’s betrayal, he knew better, and forced his ass lower, taking more of Hayde’s shaft too quickly in hopes that the pain would banish that thought from his awareness. As Hayde’s cock pushed into his prostate, Kinzer closed his eyes and felt that rush course through his veins.
Yes, that was what he needed.
Why couldn’t life always feel so good?
Why did he have to deal with the motherfucking apocalypse?
Hayde sat up and wrapped an arm around Kinzer, kissing him as he seized his legs. He pulled one forward, and Kinzer helped him along. Hayde kicked his own leg out and dragged it across the ground until it was resting behind him. He leaned forward, pulling on Kinzer’s other leg until Kinzer was seated on his lap, that cock deep within him. Hayde kicked his other leg out and behind him as he had done with the other. He hugged Kinzer as he rocked forward and rested him on the ground. He released Kinzer’s body and seized his wrists, moving them over the clipped’s head, pinning him to the ground. Kinzer didn’t resist. He allowed himself to be Hayde’s captive.
Hayde worked up some saliva and spit on him so that it landed across his face.
Kinzer felt dirty, tainted, marked.
And he loved it.
He licked his lips, tasting Hayde’s saliva, and as Hayde leaned down, he opened his mouth and gave Kinzer some more. Kinzer lapped it up.
“What are you doing to me, you motherfucker?” he said.
But Hayde didn’t reply. Just fucked him.
