“Well enough to pick up where we left off last night,” Jared said, tugging Kyrone’s hand towards him. “I believe you were showing me how demanding a kisser you could be.”
“You like a man to be demanding, do you?” Kyrone asked.
Jared’s eyes were wide and his pupils blown as he nodded slowly. Kyrone grinned as he pushed him onto his back and crushed his lips onto Jared’s. He claimed the guy’s mouth with his tongue, fucking it roughly until Jared was making plaintive whimpers. His hands slid all over Kyrone’s back and up his neck to sweep over his short hair.
“Was that demanding enough for you?” Kyrone asked before nipping at Jared’s bottom lip.
Jared’s mouth flickered into a smile. “It’s a start.”
A thrill ran through Kyrone. “Do you like it rough?” he asked, his voice growling out of him.
“Only with the right guy.”
Kyrone arched an eyebrow. “AmIthe right guy?” He silently begged for Jared to answer in the affirmative because now the thought was in his head, he really wanted to rough fuck the pretty boy into the bed. Not that he would if Jared said no, but he could hope.
“Yes.”
Kyrone had never heard one word spoken so definitely and so desperately at the same time. He straddled Jared, pushing his weight onto the smaller man, kissing the shit out of him until they were both breathless and hard.
“Do you want me to rough fuck you?” he asked before playfully biting Jared’s throat. He would never get over how long and beautiful his neck was. “Do you want me to pin you down and fuck the hell out of you?”
“Yes.” Jared’s voice was breathy and desperate.
Kyrone snarled lustily and then sat upright. He tugged his T-shirt off and threw it onto the floor before undoing his jeans. Briefly he worried that Jared wasn’t as okay as he was claiming to be, but he decided the guy knew his own limits. He’d gone home alone that first night when he’d been tired, and he’d pulled the breaks on things last night when he hadn’t been well. Now, he seemed more than up for sex. His hard cock, bulging against his jeans, was a definite sign that his body was aligned with his head.
Kyrone pulled his cock free of his underpants and grabbed it. He pushed Jared’s T-shirt up so he could rub the pre-cum-soaked head of his dick over the man’s stomach, claiming him. A whoosh of air escaped Jared’s lungs as he reached for Kyrone’s cock, but Kyrone batted his hands away. He thought about shoving his dick down Jared’s throat to fuck his mouth, but what he really wanted was to have the guy naked and under him while he thrust into his arse.
He stood and got rid of the rest of his clothes. They were stiff and a little crusty from having been slept in, so he was glad to be out of them. Jared half sat up, watching him with lust-filled eyes, so Kyrone shoved him back down onto the bed and hastily dragged Jared’s jeans and pants off him. Jared’s T-shirt was the next to go, leaving him beautifully naked. Then Kyrone was on top of him again, kissing him hard enough to bruise as he rubbed their cocks together with one hand. Jared’s body was beautifully responsive to every touch. His hands caressed Kyrone’s back, but the action was desperate rather than tender. His mouth was soft and yielding, and every whimper and moan that broke free of his throat turned Kyrone on even more.
He leant over to the bedside table to retrieve a condom and lube from inside it. Kneeling, he gloved himself up, watching the way Jared stared at his cock with hungry eyes.
“You want me in your arse, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Jared breathed. His stare moved from Kyrone’s cock to his eyes. “Fuck me,” he pleaded.
Chuckling, Kyrone flipped Jared onto his stomach in one easy movement. He was about to grab and pin Jared’s wrists when his stare snagged on a tattoo that ran from the top of his left shoulder over his shoulder blade to skim his ribs.
“You do have a tattoo!”
Jared turned his head to the side. “I never said I didn’t. You assumed I didn’t because I didn’t have any ink on my arms.”
As much as Kyrone wanted to get inside Jared, he was captivated by the tattoo. It was a bird, viewed from underneath as though it were soaring through the sky. It looked like it had been transferred straight out of an artist’s sketch pad and was both lifelike and stylistic, if that was at all possible. The outline had been done in black ink, with some shading in grey. The wing tips were coloured in, but in a way that made it look like rough pencil marks rather than heavy blocks of ink. Sketch lines extended from the wings and tail feathers, suggesting swift movement but also giving the impression that the drawing was a draft rather than a finished product. It looked beautiful that way and was perfect on Jared’s pale skin. The tattoo clearly wasn’t fresh. The ink had mellowed, and the edges lacked the stark crispness of a new tattoo.
“It’s a seagull, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“It’s gorgeous. But why a seagull? What does it mean?”
Jared shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t remember getting it.”
Kyrone frowned. “Were you drunk or something?” He didn’t think any reputable tattoo artist would do something so permanent to someone drunk enough to forget. Then he remembered that Jared had said he didn’t drink. Maybe this was why.
“Or something,” Jared said. He wriggled beneath Kyrone. “You were going to fuck me?”
Jared’s words went straight to Kyrone’s cock, and his confusion over the tattoo fluttered away. He remembered what he’d been planning on doing and dragged Jared to the bottom of the bed and into a standing position. Then he bent him over so his chest and groin were on the bed, grabbed hold of his wrists with one hand, and held them against the small of his back, pinning him in place. Jared let out a dirty laugh, which spurred Kyrone on. It was a little tricky to deal with the bottle of lube one-handed, but he managed to open it and drizzle a generous amount over Jared’s crack and hole. He loved the way Jared squirmed at the touch of the cold gel. He made short work of warming Jared up with his fingers, remembering that he liked to feel the burn.
Still pinning Jared down, he lined his cock up with the guy’s hole and shoved inside. He was rewarded with a hard grunt. With his free hand pressing against Jared’s arse cheek, Kyrone fucked him rough and fast, pulling his cock almost all the way out so he could see the mushroom head before ramming it back in again. The noises coming out of Jared’s mouth were delicious as he alternated between whimpering cries and deep, throaty moans. He tried to move beneath Kyrone, tried to shift his hips, but Kyrone only held him more firmly and fucked him harder. It felt so good to have Jared’s hot arse around his cock. Jared’s muscles tightened with every thrust. He thought of Jared’s hard cock rubbing against the bed as he pounded into him and the friction that had to be causing. Would it be enough to make Jared come while he was inside him? He hadn’t managed it in the club, so he wanted to now.
