Kinzer slid his tongue across Hayde’s and cupped his hand against the flit’s face, stroking his thumb across his cheek. His face turned hot…tingled. For a moment, Kinzer thought it was just the passion he shared with Hayde, but he was sure the drug Myor had laced on his lips was at least partially responsible for this all-consuming reaction he was having to Hayde’s body.
Kinzer imagined he deserved this pleasure. After everything he’d been through, didn’t he deserve to lose himself in a moment, to delight in these pleasures until his very end? Maybe Myor was right about letting themselves bask in physical pleasures until the Morarkes destroyed them. Maybe it was a better way to live and die. Why couldn’t Kinzer submit to such a way of life? What was the point of all this struggle against a fate he couldn’t do anything about?
But Kinzer knew, regardless of how he may have, at times, wished he could have allowed himself to live such a reckless life—moving toward his passions rather than what was right. Even as his frenzied kisses with Hayde allowed him a moment of escape, he couldn’t shake the guilt that lingered—the guilt of what he did, as if he was fucking over Maggie’s grave.
As Hayde opened his mouth wide to let out a groan, Kinzer said, “Stop pushing into him. I want in this ass too.”
Myor stopped fucking Hayde, and Kinzer pulled out of him and positioned his dick alongside Myor’s. He made quick with lubing up his dick with some more saliva before pushing in beside Myor’s cock, working his way into Hayde, a task that wasn’t easy for himself or for Hayde, as evidenced by the way he cried out as Kinzer fought his way in.
But Kinzer didn’t slow down, and Hayde didn’t ask him to. He pushed his way in, enjoying the way it made him hurt. Enjoying the justice of seeing him in pain like this and knowing he was responsible for it.
“Yes,” Hayde whispered, and knowing that the pain was giving Hayde pleasure simultaneously made him hate him more and want to give him what he needed. It fucked with his head, something Hayde had a talent for. But mostly, Kinzer enjoyed knowing he wasn’t the one in pain in that moment.
Kinzer pushed in a little too quickly, too forcefully, so that Hayde threw his head back and called out, “Keep going! Give it to me, Kinzer. Give it to me the way you want it. Take this ass. It’s yours.”
They kissed again, and Kinzer basked in the pleasure he received from Hayde’s kisses and his tight hole.
Myor picked up his own pace with him, Hayde gripping Kinzer’s shoulders, holding him closer, like he was asking for some sympathy Kinzer wasn’t going to offer.
“Give it to me,” Hayde whispered.
“I…hate…you,” Kinzer said between kisses.
“Hate me all you want…just don’t stop fucking me.”
Kinzer noticed something out of the corner of his eye and felt something crawl across his thigh. He glanced down, and it appeared as though a vine was creeping around him, but when he grabbed at it, he realized it was an illusion…a hallucination brought about by the drug he’d tasted off Myor.
He continued pushing into Hayde when he saw vines creeping all around them, climbing the walls of the pool and crawling across the deck. They crawled across Kinzer’s body, twisting around his limbs and his torso, but they didn’t concern him because they stimulated him even more, excited other parts of his body. Even though it was in his mind, he didn’t care. It felt so good, especially as the vines felt like they were reaching back to his prostate.
Hayde shook and trembled, his wings spreading out behind his back as he spooged, his cum spilling across his own abs.
And as Kinzer felt the most powerful and potent of sensations race through him, he couldn’t stop his climax, which pushed through him, jetting out. “I’m fucking coming,” Kinzer shouted as he caved to his passion and spilled his load inside Hayde. Owned him.
“Oh, fuck!” Myor called out, and his own shaking let Kinzer know he was coming too.
Kinzer realized Hayde’s arms were locked around him, their faces pressed together, Hayde’s breaths slamming against his lips. The vines he was imagining where pulling them together, closer and closer, growing even longer.
Kinzer felt guilty because he didn’t want to escape that moment. They could pretend they weren’t enemies and that nothing had happened that had proven he was a liar, but Kinzer knew better and couldn’t totally lose himself in the lie.
But he kissed Hayde again. It was so fucking selfish and he hated himself as he did, but with their bodies so close together, with the passion they shared, he couldn’t deny Hayde the way he had since he’d seen him once again. And Hayde didn’t deny their physical passion either. He submitted to Kinzer as the vines pulled them so close together that Kinzer felt they were one.
Once again, something out of the corner of Kinzer’s eye caught his attention, and as he turned, expecting more vines, he saw Maggie, her hair drenched with water, as though she’d emerged from the pool. The water up to her hips, she was naked, fully exposed. Her expression was cold, stoic, until her eyes and mouth widened, letting out a scream like he heard the first time he’d seen this vision at Quintz’s hideout. She lunged at him, scratching and clawing, and he felt like she was tearing into his body, ripping at his flesh.
He called out as he attempted to fight her. And even knowing it was an illusion, he couldn’t shake the sensations that felt so real. She struck his head hard, and Kinzer pulled out of Hayde before he fell back into the water, immobilized, paralyzed. He could feel his limbs trembling but couldn’t control them. He sank back into the pool until his back hit the bottom.
A splash scattered the water’s surface as Hayde swam toward him, his wings pulling together behind him as he came to his aid. When he reached Kinzer, he wrapped his arms around him and pulled him up, carrying him over to the edge, where he laid him out on his back.
“Kinzer? Kinzer, are you okay?” he asked.
***
“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Hayde was losing his fucking mind as he rested on his knees beside Kinzer.
Myor crawled beside him. “It’s a bad trip,” he said.
“What?”
“I didn’t consider this, but his body isn’t like ours. The mix I was using combined sinsand and another psychoactive drug...alone, they’re incredibly potent, so I can only imagine how they interacted with his weakened body.”
