“A little more prep.”
“I don’t need more,” Jared rasped. “I prefer the burn.” He stared into Kyrone’s eyes and, in a hot whisper, said, “Fuck me.”
Kyrone was happy to respect that Jared knew his own limits and desires far more than he did. He grasped Jared’s slender hips firmly and pushed inside as gently as he could. Jared sucked in a breath, and a shiver ran through his body. Despite the tightness of his channel, he didn’t whimper in pain as Kyrone sank deeper and deeper inside him. When Kyrone’s balls were nestled up against Jared’s skin, he paused to savour the feel of the man’s strong muscles around him.
“Fuck me,” Jared repeated in a needy whisper.
Tightening his grip on the young man’s hips, Kyrone began pumping his hips back and forth at a fast pace. Jared rested his forehead against his raised arm, gasping with every fierce forward thrust. He used his free hand to slowly stroke his cock, which was beautiful to watch. Kyrone’s stare flicked between Jared pleasuring himself, and his own cock sliding in and out of his arse. He began to moan loudly as he increased both the pace and intensity of his thrusts, not caring that there were men outside the stall who could hear them. Between the sounds of slapping flesh, Jared’s rasping gasps, and Kyrone’s needy moans, they filled the cubicle with plenty of noise. He pressed his hand against the small of Jared’s back, encouraging him to curve his spine and change the angle of his hips, enabling him to get even deeper inside him so his cock was brushing over Jared’s prostate with every thrust. Jared’s gasps became unintelligible whimpered words of pleasure, and his hand moved faster on his cock. Kyrone’s balls drew up tight, and he tipped over the edge. He kept pounding into Jared for the length of his orgasm, crying out his pleasure over and over, as his cum filled the condom.
His breath was harsh, and sweat made his clothes stick to his body. He pressed a kiss to Jared’s neck before inhaling the scent of his sweat. Then he pulled his cock free of Jared’s body and turned him round, knocking his hand away from his cock. Kyrone dropped to his knees and swallowed Jared’s length to the back of his throat in one go. It didn’t take much time to use his lips and tongue to bring the young man to the point of orgasm. He felt Jared’s cock jerk in his mouth and swallowed down the sticky, salty cum. Then he stood and pressed a kiss to his mouth, melding their bodies together again.
“Now, do you want to go back to mine?” he asked breathlessly. “For round two?”
Jared laughed wearily. “I think you have more stamina than I do.”
He was leaning against the wall, eyes barely open. Kyrone felt the need to hold him up, even though he was also exhausted and panting from the exertion and the heady orgasm he’d experienced. Fucking in a toilet in a nightclub was certainly a seedy experience.
“You’d have some recuperation time,” he said. “It’s a twenty-minute taxi ride away, remember?”
Jared shook his head. “I’d need longer than that.”
“How about the rest of the night? Then I’ll fuck you senseless when we wake up.”
Jared ran his fingers lightly over Kyrone’s chest, above the fresh tattoo. “I’m going back to my place.”
“Is that an invitation?” Kyrone kissed Jared’s throat.
“No.”
Kyrone lifted his head so he could pout and flutter his eyelashes. His expression was an attempt to make light of the rebuttal despite the fact that he felt the ache of the dismissal acutely in his chest. “You’re giving me the brush-off?”
“No.” Jared cupped his hand around Kyrone’s face and kissed him softly on the lips. “This was wonderful, thank you, but I need to go home and sleep.”
“Does that mean you’d like to hook up again sometime?” Kyrone asked hopefully. Okay, so it had just been hot sex, but he didn’t think he’d be able to get the pretty man out of his head anytime soon.
“Maybe.”
Kyrone laughed as he remembered their conversation in the tattoo parlour. “Maybe? Is that all I get?”
Jared ran his thumb over his lower lip, staring up at Kyrone as though he were weighing up his words carefully. “Yes.”
“I have every Wednesday off, and I generally come here,” Kyrone told him. “Maybe we’ll run into each other again?”
“Maybe,” Jared said as noncommittally as he had at the tattoo parlour earlier.
“Can I walk you to the taxi rank?”
“How very gentlemanly.”
“I am a gentleman.”
“Gentlemen don’t fuck guys in toilets,” Jared pointed out with a weary laugh.
“You’re okay?” Kyrone asked, feeling a twinge of concern that he couldn’t quite place.
“Just tired. I’ll be fine. Go back to your friends and enjoy the rest of the night.”
Kyrone stepped back, not wanting to smother a guy he’d only just met. Again, he needed to respect that Jared knew himself better than Kyrone did. He let Jared walk out of the stall, alone, hoping they’d run into each other again.
