He bent his knees, changing the angle and intensity of his thrusts, until he could feel Jared’s prostate against the head of his cock. Jared yelped and then moaned, his hands clutching at the sheets so tightly the whites of his knuckles were visible. The smell of their sweat filled the air, along with the noise of desperate grunts and groans. Kyrone threw his head back as he felt his orgasm approaching. His hips were as forceful as a jackhammer as he quickened his pace to drive himself over the edge.
His breath rasped out of him as he used the end of his orgasm to do a few long, hard thrusts into Jared’s arse, pulling his dick completely free on the outstroke and slamming into his prostate on the inward thrust. He couldn’t help but smile as Jared came undone around him, his still-pinned body shuddering over and over.
When he let go, Jared’s arms relaxed and flopped to the side, but his hands remained on his back, resting limply.
Kyrone bent down over him and kissed his jaw. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
Jared nodded. His eyes were fluttering open and closed, and his tongue kept swiping over his bottom lip. His skin glistened with sweat, his arse was damp and sticky from the lube, and he looked absolutely fucking gorgeous. Kyrone ran his hand over Jared’s shoulder and the seagull before kissing him repeatedly across the narrow width of his shoulders.
“We need to do that again,” he decided as he got onto the bed and pulled Jared up before cradling the smaller man in his arms.
Jared pressed against him and nodded. “We really do. But… Uh…” He raised his hand and then flopped it back down. “I might need to sleep again now.”
Kyrone chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Me too,” he said in tired agreement. “Me too.”
8Jared
It was mid-afternoon by the time Jared was even remotely interested in stirring. Not that he’d slept the whole time, but it had been nice to snuggle into Kyrone’s arms and doze with him. He didn’t do that often with guys. In fact, he could probably count on one hand the number of times he had. After having a couple of guys freak out the moment they’d found out about his brain injury, he stopped looking for anything more than a fuck-and-run scenario. That was all he’d intended to have with Kyrone too, but then the man had been amazing when his headache had crippled him. It felt wrong to make an excuse to leave, nor did he want to.
“Do you want some breakfast?” Kyrone asked before brushing his lips over the top of Jared’s head.
There were definitely two sides to the sexy pole dancer. On the one hand, the guy acted like a stud, confident and more than a little full of himself. It was little wonder. He was gorgeous, had an amazing body, and he was definitely great in bed. On the other hand, he was caring and tender. Both sides left Jared feeling all kinds of mushy inside.
“Isn’t it late for breakfast?”
“Nah. Breakfast is the first meal you eat after getting out of bed, which means we can have it anytime we want. Now…” He dipped his lips to Jared’s neck and kissed him softly. “Later…”
Jared chuckled. “Like I said the other night in the club, I think you have more stamina than me.”
Kyrone pouted. “You’re not ready for round three?”
“No. Sorry.”
Kyrone stroked his face. “Don’t apologise. I’m sure we can have fun in other ways.”
Jared’s stomach growled; his body didn’t like it when he skipped meals.
“Like having breakfast.” Kyrone chuckled. “I’ve got toast or cereal. What do you fancy?”
Jared didn’t mean to suck in a breath, but it happened anyway.
“What? Don’t you like my breakfast options?”
“I’m just used to eating a bit better than that.”
“Oh? What constitutes a good breakfast in chez Jared?”
“Scrambled eggs with plenty of spinach,” Jared mused, feeling hungrier just thinking about food. “An egg and avocado sandwich?”
Kyrone nodded thoughtfully. “You like eggs?”
Jared laughed. “I guess so. Do you have any?”
“No. I’m fresh out of eggs, avocado, and spinach.”
“Does that mean youneverhad any in?”
“I eat eggs,” Kyrone replied with mock indignation. “I like them fried and in toast, with booby-trapped yolks and lashings of brown sauce.”
