Treycore released his wrists and kissed down his body, taking his time between his pecs, down to his navel, to Kid’s now fully erect dick. He took it in his mouth, sliding it in quickly. Then he pulled it out, grunting, “I’ve missed this so much, Kid. Your taste, your body, even your fucking smell.”
And Kid could tell he wasn’t kidding or trying to insult him. That he meant it. And it made him feel so appreciated.
“I need you so much, Kid.”
Trey sounded angry, furious with the universe for how it had so cruelly kept them from one another, and that was how Kid felt too. He didn’t believe in any sort of divine force, not after everything that had happened. But some part of him felt the world was plotting against the two of them, keeping them apart, keeping them from sharing what felt like the most natural thing for either of them to share.
Trey sucked on Kid’s dick, granting him that familiar relief as he massaged his hole with his finger. Treycore licked his finger and slid it into him, pushing back. It wasn’t the part of Treycore that Kid wanted in him, though. He needed Treycore’s cock.
God, why does it have to be so painful? Why can’t we have a moment’s peace?
Treycore sucked on Kid’s dick and pushed deep within him, and Kid tried to vanquish his fears and worries, to allow himself to appreciate what time they shared, but reality kept slipping in, reminding him they were in danger—that this might be their last time together. And that if they didn’t take advantage of this time, they would never have another chance.
“Stick it in. Please.”
Treycore slid Kid’s dick from his mouth. “You know I can’t.”
“I need you to. More than I’ve ever needed anything else.”
Treycore rose to his knees, and Kid spread his legs, inviting him, hoping that Trey wouldn’t be able to deny him, resist him.
“I can’t come in you,” Trey said.
“That’s fine. Just put it in me.”
Treycore offered some spit on his hand, which he slathered onto his cock. He pushed the head of his dick against Kid’s hole. His expression was rife with worry, but Kid could still see that lust, feel it throughout his being. Treycore slid in slowly, Kid adjusting to that girth, biting down, absorbing the pain that tore through him.
He whimpered, and Trey leaned down and kissed him like he was trying to kiss away the discomfort, something that was only made worse as he pushed in even more.
Kid groaned. “Fuck,” he muttered.
“Sorry. Too fast.”
Kid gripped Treycore’s shoulder. “No, you’re fine. It’s my fault.”
Treycore chuckled. “It sure as fuck isn’t your fault that you can’t take this. Even immortals struggle. You’re quite impressive.”
He kissed Kid again, so softly, and Kid could feel that comfort he always felt with Trey. That he was there for him, that he was taking care of him, being as careful as he could with his mortal body.
“Deeper,” Kid begged, even though he knew it was too soon and he wasn’t ready for more. Treycore pushed at his wish, and Kid opened his mouth to scream, but Treycore clamped his hand down over his lips.
Treycore moved his dick in and out of him, and Kid struggled to take even what was in him, which he knew couldn’t have been as much as four inches. It was so thick… Goddamn, he wished he could have been better for Trey, that he could have given him what he needed, especially considering what was happening to them. How difficult this whole experience was. All he wanted was to provide Treycore with a moment where he didn’t have to think about their horrible predicament. Where they could both disappear.
Treycore forced his way a little deeper inside, and Kid grunted like some sort of wounded animal. Treycore kissed down his throat, licking and nipping.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Kid. So perfect. I’m so sorry I got you into this.”
“No, you didn’t do any of this. Don’t say that.”
Treycore pushed farther in, and Kid arched his back and spread his arms out at his sides.
The combination of that pain with the pain his body was already in was so severe, so intense, yet he wouldn’t dare complain for fear Treycore would stop.
“It hurts so fucking much, Kid,” Treycore said. “I’ve been blue-balling for you for so long. I’m already about to…”
“Do it.”
“No,” Treycore grunted. He pulled out.
