“Is that the longest break I get?”
Kinzer chuckled—it was playful, excited, friendly. It felt so good, not just to have fun with Kinzer, but to feel his ease, the relief in his tone when he had been so fucking stressed, when there had been so much tension between them.
Kinzer nestled his face against the back of Hayde’s neck, whispering behind his ear, “Sorry. I can’t help myself. Not when it’s this tight.”
“You keep on like this, and it won’t be all that tight.”
Kinzer snickered. Then Hayde could feel his mood change—something in the way he swallowed, something in the way his breath hit the back of his neck.
“You lied to me,” Kinzer said.
“I’m so sorry.” Hayde felt terrible.
“No, I didn’t mean it that way. I…I can’t believe you did that even when I was hurting you so much back at Quintz’s. That you didn’t just tell me the truth. That all that time I was causing you so much pain, being so sadistic…”
“Kinzer, don’t do this to yourself.” Hayde turned, twisting his neck so he could see Kinzer’s face, lit blue in the moonlight. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You hurt me because you thought I’d done something unforgiveable.”
“And all that time you had done something so noble…for Maggie, for my friend. It just leaves me—”
Hayde reached back, cupping his hand behind Kinzer’s head and pulling him close for a kiss. He wanted to shake him of his guilt, remind him that Hayde didn’t judge him for what he’d done. That he understood why he’d acted as he had.
“You…didn’t…do…anything…wrong,” Hayde said as he offered soft, reassuring kisses.
Kinzer panted before grabbing Hayde’s neck and forcing him close once again for a deep, tongue-filled kiss.
He pushed in sharply, making Hayde gasp. “Ow, ow, ow.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just keep going.”
With Kinzer’s lips against his, Hayde could feel them twist into a sly smirk.
Whatever Kinzer had to give him, he wanted. And Kinzer gave it to him all right. He fucked him hard, growling like some sort of animal as he yanked his hair back, Hayde calling out to the wilderness—which he knew was as likely to help him as the strangers of his past, who would watch him be claimed by those above him in rank.
Kinzer grabbed Hayde’s ankle and helped guide it in front of him as he lay on his own back, stretching Hayde out on top of him, fucking him from beneath.
As he hit deep within, his cock finally managing to ease its way in, Hayde felt tingling sensations rushing across his flesh. He lost himself in a web of nerves as the sensation transformed into sheer pleasure. He dug his heels into the earth and lifted his ass slightly to give Kinzer a greater range of motion. Kinzer’s pelvis slapped against Hayde’s ass, the sound echoing through the woods, quiet with everything but the chirping of crickets.
Hayde twisted and turned, not even believing the moment was real. It was a dream…some amazing dream he would wake from, only to discover he still carried his secret with him, that Kinzer still despised him. But even if it was just a dream, Hayde could lose himself in that. He could enjoy all the pleasure that soared through his body, that left him feeling his true sense of immortality—that he was more than the flesh he’d been created with. That he was more than the physical limitations of the body he possessed, and that his mind could take him to new dimensions of pleasure, as long as he was with Kinzer.
Kinzer grabbed his shaft and stroked. His hand was so dry that there was a burn to it, but one Hayde didn’t mind any more than the burn still pulsing within him. The one that reminded him, would keep reminding him, that Kinzer had been there.
“You want me to come inside you?” Kinzer asked him.
“Yes, fill me up. I need it, Kinzer. I want your scent on me. I want you to claim me.”
Kinzer released Hayde’s cock and wrapped his arms around Hayde’s torso, shoving his cock in him some more, deeper and deeper. Hayde’s body bounced up and down with his movements, and his cock swelled with pain… He wanted to release so much. But he didn’t dare touch it because he’d totally blow, and he didn’t want to spew his load until he had Kinzer’s within him. Until he had been tainted with Kinzer’s seed. Marked by a fucking clipped…a clipped he couldn’t stop thinking about. A clipped he had made his life about.
Kinzer grunted, the sound penetrating his ear with such power that Hayde’s ear buzzed. And the force of Kinzer’s final thrust was so powerful and hit his prostate with such a strength that Hayde shot out, his cum dripping across his body.
Warm and slick… It felt so good to have that release, and even as he lay atop Kinzer, his mind felt as though it was elsewhere, as though, as they panted together, they shared a space that was beyond their physical existence.
Kinzer clung to him, and Hayde thanked him repeatedly as he was lost in the surge of energy radiating through him, waning and then climbing once again sporadically, leaving his muscles twitching and spasming.
***
“Get this thing off him,” Kinzer ordered as he rushed back into the cabin, where the gang sat around the living room, Quintz obviously reviewing the blueprints from before.
