Wren’s tongue pushing into and around his ass dragged a groan from Ledger, his muscles clenched and trembling with pleasure. He managed to pull one hand off the edge of the table to reach down and grab his cock. It was already painfully hard and twitched impatiently against his fingers as he cuffed it tight. The hot, aching pleasure-pain of it tangled with the nerve-twitching heat that sparked off the firm, wet pressure teasing his ass. He dragged his fist along his cock, from the base to the head, in one long, slow stroke. Pre-come was wet and slippery on the head, and Ledger coated his fingers in it and dragged his hand back down the hard length of his shaft.
“Did I tell you to start without me?” Wren asked as he slid out from under Ledger’s thighs. The chill in the absence of Wren’s hot mouth made Ledger’s ass clench in on itself. After a second, when Ledger didn’t answer, he felt a sharp sting. It was on his inner thigh, up near his groin, where the skin was tender. Ledger sucked in his breath with a surprised yelp as his eyes flew open, and he let go of his cock. Wren leaned in and licked the bruise he’d just pinched. “Well?”
“I couldn’t reach the fidget spinner.”
Wren scraped his teeth over the reddened patch of skin, not a caress but not quite a bite either. It made Ledger squirm in place, his breath hooked up in the back of his throat.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty, Legs,” Wren teased as he pushed himself back to his feet. He ran the flat of his palms up Ledger’s legs to his lean hips. “And I like blonds.”
Ledger wrinkled his nose at the nickname. Before he could protest, Wren pulled him forward. His ass slid all the way off the table, and he teetered awkwardly on the line between falling and not.
“Put your legs around my waist,” Wren said.
That made Ledger balk. He’d never liked trust falls. They never worked out well. Either you were dropped on your ass, or someone knew you blindly trusted themnotto drop you on your ass. He didn’t care for either result.
“What happened to me fucking you?” he asked.
It was the first delaying tactic he laid his hands on while he tried to weigh up which was going to win—his neuroses or the cock that nudged its wet head against his belly.
Wren raised his dark, bar-straight eyebrows in a mockery of surprise. “I don’t put out untilafterthe first date,” he said. The head of his cock nudged against Ledger’s ass he stepped closer. “And I’m not looking to pop my cherry in a shitty motel. Ledger, you can trust me. For now.”
For now.
It stung, but if you wanted to fuck the unnatural, you had to accept that the rules of engagement were different. Earl wasn’t a bad boss at the bank where you had the option to quit, and love, or lust, didn’t always win at the end of the day. Sometimes, all it did was make the inevitable attempt to consume your soul feel more personal.
Right now, though, lust, and the heavy, bruisedneedsettled in Ledger’s balls, won over neuroses. Ledger groaned under his breath and brought his legs up to wrap them around Wren’s hips. The angle nudged his cock up to lay flat against his stomach. Pre-come left a sticky glaze on the pale skin, the fine scruff of blond hair that arrowed from his navel down matted with it.
Wren made a pleased noise. He slid his hands down to cup Ledger’s ass, his fingers rough as they squeezed. It made Ledger bite his lower lip as prickles of sensation juddered along his nerve endings.
“I like the way you look at me,” Wren said.
Ledger tilted his head curiously. “What way is that?”
“You know,” Wren said.
He pulled Ledger’s ass cheeks open and pressed the head of his cock to the slick hole. There was a carried away, masochist part of Ledger that wanted to just go for it, but… He tensed and squirmed back as far as his position allowed.
“There’s some lube—” he started to stay.
Wren lifted the sachet between his fingers. He must have grabbed it from the windowsill when Ledger wasn’t paying attention. It wouldn’t have been difficult. He had been preoccupied. Wren ripped the corner of the packet off between his teeth and squeezed the lube onto his cock. The tart, artificial blueberry smell was overpowering in the motel room.
“You know, you’re supposed to say what you like about me,” Wren said. He slid slippery fingers into Ledger to work him open. “That’s how it works.”
Ledger bit his lower lip and clutched the edge of the table. Ripples of pleasure rolled through him, clenching his stomach muscles and tightening his nipples. It was hard to think.
“I like when you smile,” he said. “And I shouldn’t, but… ahhh… I like that you’re an asshole.”
A smirk tilted Wren’s mouth. He hooked his fingers deep inside Ledger and…
“Fuck,” Ledger gasped out. He arched up off the table as he clenched down on the fingers that pushed down roughly on his prostate. His balls pulled up painfully tight to his body, feeling heavy and too full.
“Your asshole isn’t that bad either,” Wren said, the corner of his mouth tilted in a crooked smirk.
He worked his fingers free, grabbed Ledger’s hips, and buried his cock in him in one long, steady stroke. It was barely a noise that was torn from Ledger, thin and hungry and rough against the back of his throat, and his fingers tightened around the table's edge until he felt his knuckles pop from the pressure.
Wren held him in place, the muscles in his arms corded, and waited. That first dark wave of pleasure forced its way through Ledger roughly and had just started to ebb when Wren thrust into him again. Short, hard thrusts jarred Ledger’s hip bones and grazed his prostate withjustenough to twist the breath out of him. His muscles were strung tight under sweaty skin, and firework sparks of pleasure fizzled along his spine.
“Please,” Ledger groaned.
