Day tapped his cock against Goldie’s lips and then slid inside with a soft sigh. He thrust slowly, keeping his grip on Goldie’s hair so he couldn’t move, and pushed in deep.
Groaning, Goldie sucked hard and let Day fuck his face. God, yes. Day was fucking his face like he was a toy, and Goldie couldn’t believe how turned on he was. He couldn’t wipe the drool running down his chin or pull off to catch his breath. He was only able to get puffs of air in through his nose while Day slammed into his throat without mercy.
Goldie’s eyes were watering from the rough treatment, and he almost choked a few times.
Day never slowed for a second, and he tangled both of his hands in Goldie’s long hair to drag him into each thrust. With the early morning sun peeking in from the windows and catching his face, he was absolutely stunning. His full lips were especially lush as they parted for each and every pleasurable gasp, his lashes fluttered in the golden light, his pale skin was practically glowing.
He was a gleaming vision, practically ethereal, and the moan that left his beautiful lips as he came was the sweetest music Goldie had ever heard. It was breathy and deep, a throaty howl that made Goldie shiver, and he wanted to hear it over and over again on repeat forever as he swallowed Day’s come.
Day pushed himself as far as he could, holding Goldie down on his cock as he continued to unload, his breath coming out as stunted little pants. His expression was soft, relaxed, and if he’d told Goldie right then that he was actually an angel descended from heaven, Goldie might have believed him.
Goldie gasped when Day finally pulled out, desperately trying to catch his breath. He licked his lips to swipe up some of his spit. “Wow.”
Day smiled, and he nodded happily in agreement. He teased the head of his dick against Goldie’s lips.
Goldie kissed the slick head, and he teasingly flicked his tongue back over it. “Did you like that? Hmm?”
Day nodded again, his eyes closing as he pushed his cock into Goldie’s mouth.
Goldie was surprised, but he sucked on it again, listening to Day whimper and squirm, no doubt sensitive from just coming. He pushed his head forward to take more, sucking and swirling his tongue around the hot shaft of Day’s dick. His jaw was tired, his neck was throbbing, but he would have happily sucked Day off again.
Day cried out, wiggling away with a loud sigh. He petted Goldie’s ruffled hair, beaming down at him.
“Get enough, baby?” Goldie teased.
Day nodded, and he scooted back so he was sitting on Goldie’s hips.
Goldie’s cock was definitely interested, but even after delivering that rough face fucking, he didn’t think he could go again. At least, not right now. Maybe later—fuck, was there going to be a later? Was there going to be a next time?
The spell Day had cast over him was fading, and Goldie felt filthy. He was shocked that he’d let Day use him like that, but he couldn’t deny the echoes of the deep white-hot pleasure still burning within him.
He needed to say something.
He needed to dosomething.
As he opened his mouth to speak, Day leaned over to the lamp at the bedside table. Goldie thought he was turning it on, but he was grabbing…
The handcuff key!
Goldie didn’t dare say a word that might stop or slow Day from finally releasing him.
Day unlocked the left cuff first, and he gingerly pulled Goldie’s hand free. He drew it up to his mouth, kissing along the side of his hand and around his wrist where the cuff had set. He let go and then moved to the right cuff.
Goldie flexed his hand and stretched, his muscles jittery and light. He felt like he should act now while he could, but he didn’t even know what to do exactly.
Day had freed his other hand, and he pressed kisses all over it as he had the left one. He laid it against his cheek, nuzzling into Goldie’s palm with an adoring smile. “Dear God,” he whispered, “I’m so happy my angel understands now. We can be together now. He can be mine.”
“Hey, slow down a sec.” Goldie reached for Day’s hips as he sat up, groaning from the painful stretch in his back. He really needed his medicine, but setting some boundaries was a much more pressing necessity. “Before we go any further with this, we need to have a serious talk, okay? I like you, obviously. I must be fucking crazy too, but—”
Day kissed him.
Goldie forgot how to breathe. Day’s lips were soft and warm, and his hands were framing the sides of Goldie’s face with such reverence, as if Goldie was something fragile and special, and his heart skipped over itself.
He was so absolutely fucked.
Goldie slid his hands up over Day’s slender hips to caress the small of his back, kissing him back passionately. The kiss was getting deep with hot slides of their lips, the barest tease of tongue, and damn if Day didn’t feel absolutely perfect here in his arms. The kiss seemed to go on and on, and the seductive grind of Day’s hips lulled a deep groan from Goldie’s throat.
So absolutely fucked.
