Yes, he needed friction, he needed to get fucked, he needed to come.
Goldie pushed off the counter when Day slammed into him, and he cried out, “Fuck! Yes!”
Day snatched Goldie’s long hair and pulled, forcing Goldie’s spine to curl as he fucked him harder. Their bodies were crashing together faster and faster, and Day kept pulling Goldie’s hair, encouraging him to bend farther.
Goldie went back as far as he could until his muscles rebelled, and Day held him there at that angle as he pounded into him. There, fuck, yes, this was the sweet friction Goldie had been craving, and he gritted his teeth, focusing on the beautiful drag against his most delicate nerves. His hole was drawing up syrupy slow, and he tried to clench down on Day’s cock to provide more resistance, but fuck, he was still so velvety soft. “Baby, please… can I?” He reached back, wanting to touch where they were joined.
“Yes, my angel.” Day released Goldie’s hip in favor of grabbing his dick, and he stroked him in the same brutal pace at which he was fucking him. “See how I’ve laid your precious body to ruin in the wake of my passions. I want you to feel it as I lay my seed inside of you.”
“Yes, fuck, yes.” Goldie easily plunged his fingers in alongside Day’s thrusting cock, and the new pressure made him moan. Day was jerking him off so fast that his dick felt hot, and he panted frantically, pleading, “Please, I need to come. Please, baby.”
“Yes, angel,” Day replied. “Spread your seed with me. Now. Now, my angel!”
Goldie’s eyes fell closed, and he gave his final surrender to Day’s stroking fingers. He came with a hoarse shout, and his vision blurred as his muscles tensed and then exploded with sparks of white-hot pleasure as his body gave up a fantastic climax.
Each pulse of Goldie’s come was driven far across the counter by Day’s pounding dick, and fuck, yes, maybe Goldie really was an angel because in that perfectly blissful moment he thought he could have flown.
Day growled as he came, driving his load into Goldie’s asshole with fierce, stuttering thrusts. He pushed himself forward to bite Goldie’s shoulder as he pulled Goldie’s hair, giving him one last fierce slam that made Goldie’s knees nearly buckle.
Goldie teased his finger over Day’s cock still buried inside of him, and he moaned when he could feel the slick heat of Day’s come making everything slippery wet. He pulled out as the need to brace himself trumped playing in his hole, and he steadied himself against the counter by dropping to his elbows.
“Oh,angel,” Day said breathlessly. “There is no greater pleasure than spreading my seed inside you, my beautiful husband of flesh.” He kissed Goldie’s back with a tender brush of his lips. “Tell me, angel. Will you obey and serve me always? Will I be your only husband for the rest of your life?”
“Yes,” Goldie whispered without hesitation. “Yes, baby. Just you. Only you.”
“Keep your faith in me, dear husband, and I will be yours forever too.”
Goldie didn’t immediately recognize the source of the hot liquid gushing over his hole. It ran down his legs, pooling around his feet on the floor. He sucked in a sharp breath, groaning helplessly when he realized Day was pissing on him.
The beautiful moan that left Day’s lips was one of relief, and it was a twin of his previous orgasmic cry of pleasure. Both sounds signaled relief of a vast tension and the alleviation of great pressure, and Goldie groaned along with him, echoing his satisfaction.
Day was holding Goldie against the counter and marking his territory. He held the head of his dick against Goldie’s gaping hole, rubbing there as he continued to piss. “You’re mine, angel. Just as John baptized converts in the wilderness and proclaimed it a repentance for the forgiveness of sins, I baptize you here and now as my husband of flesh forever.”
“Yes, baby. Yes, I’m yours.” Goldie closed his eyes. “I’m yours forever.”
Day pressed his cock inside as he finished, and Goldie shuddered at the heat of it. There was just somuch, and the searing temperature was accentuated by the sheer volume. Goldie felt used, claimed, and—
There was a knock on the door.
Day growled.
“What in the actual fuck?” Goldie mumbled as he tried to break out of his stupor.
Another knock came, much more impatient than the first.
“It’s Detective Alvarez!” Alvarez shouted. “On my way home and wouldn’t you know it? Got a noise complaint come through dispatch. Some damn kids were setting off fireworks in that construction site next door, but I got some very fine witnesses saying they swear they heard a gunshot. I got a real good feelin’ that you two might know somethin’ about it. Come on, open up.”
“For the love of… fuck!” Goldie scrubbed his hands over his face.
Perfect. Great. Because trying to explain this to the grumpy detective was exactly what he wanted to do right now when half of his brain was still the consistency of porridge.
“All will be well, my husband,” Day promised.
“Are you sure about that?” Goldie muttered.
Day paused, no doubt listening to his father, and he smiled. “Yes. I am.”
“I’m glad one of us is.”
