He had been kidnapped, shot, and could have died a dozen times in just the last thirty minutes. He was grateful to be standing here with Day in his arms, both of them breathing, and wow, Goldie had never felt so lucky to be alive.
Day’s kisses were growing frantic, and his hands clawed through Goldie’s tangled hair as he shoved his tongue into his mouth. He rolled his body forward, pressing his hard cock into Goldie’s groin.
Goldie shuddered, surprised by the sudden surge of lust washing over him, and he grabbed Day’s hips. “Hey, baby. Mmm, easy now. Come on. We gotta go.”
Day pulled Goldie’s hair harder, and he growled low, a needy and desperate sound.
“Baby, no, come on.” Goldie tried to pull away.
Day yanked Goldie’s hair and shoved him up against the door. He kissed him hard enough for their teeth to click together, and he pushed his hard dick into Goldie’s hip.
“F-fuck!” Goldie gasped, and he grabbed a firm handful of Day’s ass as he rutted into him so forcefully. His own cock was growing hard from the friction, and he had an entire galaxy of insane emotions trying to swallow him up right now. The easiest one to focus on was desire, and he moaned as Day continued to rub their cocks together.
Day continued to kiss him like he was trying to devour him whole, and he sacrificed part of his grip on Goldie’s hair to reach for Goldie’s cock. He slid his hand inside his sweats, and he grabbed a hold of him and squeezed.
Bucking in Day’s hand, Goldie groaned. “Yes, baby… yes, baby. I’m yours. I’m all fuckin’ yours.”
The freezing cold was but an afterthought now as Goldie’s insides cranked up to boiling temperatures from Day’s firm strokes. Day broke their kiss to ravage Goldie’s throat, biting and sucking under his jaw as he jerked him off.
Goldie closed his eyes, and he dragged his hands under Day’s shirt to grope his bare skin. He checked every inch, looking for the slightest indication of any injury. He needed to know that Day was truly unharmed, and he hugged him tight against his chest. “Oh, baby. Fuck, I was so scared. I was so fucking scared. I thought we were gonna fuckin’ die. I thought I was gonna lose you.”
Day licked the bite mark he’d just left on Goldie’s throat, and he leaned in to whisper at Goldie’s ear, “As God said to Jacob, do not fear for I am with you. Do not be dismayed for I am your God. I will strengthen you. I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” He squeezed Goldie’s cock for emphasis.
“Thank you,” Goldie murmured breathlessly. “Thank you. For everything. Everything, baby.”
Day kissed Goldie’s neck, and he grabbed Goldie’s hip, urging him to turn around and face the door.
Goldie went willingly, and he grabbed the top of the doorframe to brace himself. He gasped as Day pulled his sweats down and exposed his ass to the cool air. Goldie’s mind reeled as he wondered what Day was going to do to him. The smell of blood was weirdly exciting as Day pressed up against him, and he grunted when Day’s cock slid between his legs.
Day pushed Goldie’s thighs together and thrust forward, his cock slick with spit. He pressed his forehead into the middle of Goldie’s back, groaning low and digging his fingers into Goldie’s hips.
“Oh, God… Day…” Goldie loved the friction of Day’s cock rubbing against his hole, and he squeezed his thighs together to increase the pressure. He heard Day groan appreciatively, and he rocked back to meet his thrusts.
The head of Day’s dick thrust against his balls, and Goldie reached down to rub it. He teased his fingers over the slit as Day pushed forward, and he massaged his balls when Day pulled back. He fondled each one, pulling on them just to feel the delicious pressure, and he arched into Day’s thrusts. “God, come on, stick your finger in me. Please, put your finger in my ass.”
Day growled low, and then Goldie heard him noisily sucking his fingers into his mouth.
“Yes, baby. Come on, come on,” Goldie pleaded as he shoved his ass back. He took a deep breath when Day’s finger probed between his cheeks. “Yes, there, come on. Yes, baby. Give it to me.”
Day pushed his finger in, thrusting in time with his cock, and he bit down on Goldie’s back, gasping desperately.
The spit only allowed Day to go so deep and it burned, a sharp contrast to the sweet glide of his cock between Goldie’s thighs. The flashes of sensation accentuated the friction, and Goldie’s cock was leaking where it rested against the door. Goldie tilted his body forward to chase the pressure, rubbing his dick into the unyielding surface to pursue his climax.
It was going to be quick.
He was wound up tight from the countless crashes of adrenaline, and everything Day was doing was checking every single box to guarantee a fast climax.
The burn of his thrusting finger, the slick slide of his cock grinding between his thighs, and the harsh drag of his teeth over Goldie’s flesh.
Fuck, he was getting so close.
He was gonna bust all over this door—
Day stopped.
“Huh?” Goldie grunted, surprised and equally frustrated as Day withdrew his finger and stepped back. “Hey! Baby, what’s wrong? What is it?”
Day’s mouth was open as he panted, clearly struggling to catch his breath, and he shook his head. He pulled his shirt off as if he was about to wipe the blood off his face with it, but he stopped when he realized it was the Goldilocks shirt he liked. Even though it was clearly stained, he rubbed his face in the crook of his arm instead. Much of the blood was dried, and it crackled off like flakes of paint.
