“What the—”
“We don’t have all night,” he said, covering Chris’s body with his.
And just like that, the energy in the room barreled back, and they got trapped in sinful mayhem.
All the dexterity and elegance from before faded into a cloud of urgency unlike anything Chris had ever experienced. Anchoring his bound hands behind Marc’s neck, he captured his mouth. His tongue trespassed without asking for permission, meeting the bassist’s with carnal lust. Their bodies rippled together, desperately grinding as they tore moans out of each other.
Marc nipped his lips, and Chris abandoned himself to their kiss as he lined up with him. He rutted against his skin, forcing their hearts to race when the swollen crown of his cock nudged up against the guitarist’s ass. Pushing forward, he slipped past the rim, tunneling inch after inch inside of him.
The wrinkle between Marc’s brows deepened and his jaw tensed for a second when they stopped devouring each other. It was a sign that he was trying to keep his shit together and not ram into him like a maniac, but Chris hadn’t had enough yet. He wrapped his legs around the bassist’s hips and pulled him in, making both of them groan.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” Marc rasped, sucking on the guitarist’s bottom lip with dire need.
Chris hummed, quivering as he pressed his head back on the pillow. “Fuck me already.”
No more words. No more requests.
As Marc thrust into him, Chris’s mind unclipped.
Untamed, the need to creep into the bassist’s soul and each drop of his blood spread in every direction, infecting all his cells. Fire blazed inside of him, demanding to be quenched. But, trapped under Marc and with his wrists restrained, Chris felt like being swept away by an undertow. His mind was strained. His body wasn’t his anymore. The sensation of his friend’s mouth devouring him as his dick turned him into a pile of flesh and bones was overwhelming.
Then a hand circled his throat.
Chris was catapulted into a place he’d been before. He recognized its every corner, but at the same time, he didn’t. White noise and nothingness cradled. Conscious in a state of unconsciousness, he was led astray.
Sagging with the pleasure surging through him while Marc invaded his body mercilessly, Chris let out a tortured groan. Anguish transformed into desire, fear into devotion, uncertainty into a hole in his chest through which energy flourished. He was levitating. And there, in the middle of the trance-like chaos, an emotion he didn’t recognize bloomed.
A high. A sudden rush of happiness slithered through him. Conflicted and spent after fighting the exhaustion of being pushed and denied gratification for so long, his mind coiled, freezing in time.
His past, present, and future morphed into one when a film roll of memories spiraled out of control. All his fuckups, all his concerns, disappointments, and the pain he’d caused to others folded into the good moments.
It stung. It hurt and electrified.
As hard as he’d fought his emotions, refusing to accept he could fall in love or that he could be loved back, he couldn’t deny it anymore. This man had mapped his own existence onto every one of his heartbeats, every breath, and every damn thought. Marc had devastated and conquered him completely.
A drop of light plopped in the middle of the ocean, forcing him out of the stasis he was stuck in.
“Come for me, baby.”
That deep, raspy voice that had become his favorite sound in the world called for him and the hand on his throat tightened along with the request.
A moan ripped through Chris, ricocheting amongst the four walls of the room as he lost himself to the rapture. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tossed his head back and let all the sensations crash into him. The release was agonizing, and so damn satisfactory.
With a sense of the world rotating backwards, Chris contorted as Marc worked him through his orgasm, jerking him while easing in and out of his ass ruthlessly. The guitarist clenched hard around him and cum spurted everywhere, coating both of them with the white, sticky fluid. His calves cramped and his shoulders ached. His entire body hurt, pulsing under the strength of the heartbeats threatening to rip his rib cage.
Marc didn’t fail to keep the tempo, prolonging the ecstasy until a guttural groan vibrated from his mouth and into Chris’s as he viciously kissed him. His taut body tensed and shuddered in their embrace, each sloppy thrust filling the guitarist with cum.
Breathing heavily into his neck, Marc tightened his arms around Chris while his rested on the bassist’s shoulders. His hands were numb and his fingers tingling, but he couldn’t care less. The intimacy of this moment had forced their hearts to re-sync, and he didn’t want to be anywhere else. This is where he belonged, no matter what that whispering voice in his head said.
Marc looked at him and nuzzled his nose with so much tenderness the emotions overflowed.
A tidal wave of debris crashed against the ridges of his brain, disturbing the peace inside of him as he drowned in the dark again.
Misery.
Panic.
Physical pain.
