“I just need to be inside you,” Kinzer said.
“I want you inside me. Please.”
Kinzer loved how much he could feel Hayde needing it. Kinzer needed Hayde to desperately crave his body. He needed to be the one to totally satisfy him. To make up for how wrong everything had gone between them. There was time to catch up on the details later. Right then, it was about fucking…
***
Hayde tasted iron as they kissed. His own blood. The blood Treycore had drawn. But he didn’t give a flying fuck. He needed Kinzer in that moment. He wanted that cock inside him. He wanted all of Kinzer now that the boundary between them had disappeared.
He was fucking pissed as fuck at Kid, wanted to beat the shit out of him, and yet he was relieved this secret hadn’t been exposed by his own tongue…or through his negligence. He had tried to keep it from coming out, and even as he tried to replay every scenario, he couldn’t see a way of having kept it secret, so he knew, at the very least, he had done his best.
They worked together, stripping each other’s clothes off. Hayde found himself in a frenzy. He wanted Kinzer to be free of the material that shielded his beautiful body from view, that prevented him from being able to get to that cock.
As Kinzer forced Hayde’s jacket off his shoulders and slid it off, they kissed, their lips and tongues smacking together as they fondled and groped one another, struggling to prioritize. They needed to be naked, but the idea of not having his hands on Kinzer, the idea of not feeling those lips against his when he knew what it felt like to have them withheld from him, was too much for him to bear.
As Kinzer tried to slide his pants off, he tripped, stumbled on top of Hayde, their jaws clinking together. It burned against the injuries Treycore had made, but Hayde didn’t care how much any of it hurt.
Don’t fucking stop, he thought.Don’t ever stop, Kinzer.
He couldn’t let it come to an end, not ever again.
Kinzer took charge the way Hayde wanted him to, forcing his shoes and jeans off before tossing them aside. Then he spit in his palm and hurriedly spread it across his dick.
Hayde wanted to warn him, considering the passion in his eyes, that he needed more lubrication than that, but he didn’t want to discourage Kinzer. He wanted him to have his way with him, however he chose.
Kinzer pushed the head of his cock against his taint, searching for his hole. It took him a minute before he jammed the head inside him. Hayde called out, knowing that if anyone was near, they would hear his desperation, his pain, his agony.
“Fuck, Kinzer!” he shouted as he launched a punch at Kinzer face.
Way too fucking fast, but Kinzer didn’t let up. He pushed deeper into him.
Despite how much it hurt, Hayde loved how he was dominating him, but he continued throwing punches because his body couldn’t bear it, because it just kept reminding him that he needed to defend himself of the invasion.
As Kinzer hooked his arms around Hayde’s legs and forced back inside so that his cock pressed into Hayde’s prostate, Hayde’s wings pushed out of his back and spread out behind him. He writhed about, caught between something like pleasure and pain, caught between bliss and torture, and he was certain his screams conveyed as much as Kinzer violently claiming his body for his own.
Tears filled his eyes as the pain became overwhelming, but Kinzer’s kisses were enough to encourage him along, and the sting from Treycore’s injuries helped take his mind off the throbbing sensations that overtook his body.
Kinzer leaned back and forced one of Hayde’s legs upright, laying it flat against him as he continued fucking him. He gripped the bone of Hayde’s wing and guided Hayde onto his knees.
“No, I can’t,” Hayde muttered, because his legs were shaking so much, he wasn’t sure he would be able to stay up, but he fought against his better judgment and trusted Kinzer in that.
Kinzer wrapped his arm around his neck and pulled him upright, his wings pressed up against Kinzer’s chest as that cock dug deep. Hayde cursed as the excruciating sensations rippled through his body. Kinzer wrapped his other arm around him and stroked up and down his abs, like it just pleased him to touch his body like that.
“Kiss me,” Hayde begged as he turned to Kinzer, but he could tell the fallen was too busy fucking him, selfishly claiming that hole, to care about his needs. He could see it in that tense expression and the way Kinzer grunted as he continued forcing that cock inside Hayde’s body, which seemed to be doing its best to push Kinzer out, something that made the experience that much more difficult.
And Kinzer fucked him, so fucking hard…that Hayde felt like his insides were going to explode.
“Kinzer! I can’t! It’s too much!” He hated himself for speaking the words, but Kinzer’s passion, his power, his intensity were all too powerful for him.
Kinzer stopped, his cock still deep within him. He wrapped his arms around him. “I’m sorry, Hayde.”
Hayde took the opportunity to catch his breath.
“Are you okay?” Kinzer asked, and hearing his concern, his worry about him made Hayde feel so good, especially when they had spent so much time as enemies, with Kinzer eager to delight in his pain. And now he still delighted in his pain but in a very different way.
“I’ll be fine,” Hayde replied.
Hayde still hadn’t recovered before Kinzer started sliding his dick farther inside him.
