“No. I want you inside me while I’m still fucking open.”
Kaj took a deep breath in an attempt to keep the animal within him in check. He wanted to emotionally hurt Noah as much as he’d hurt him, punch the smug grin off his damn face whenever they were up on stage, and scare him enough so he wouldn’t get close to the darkest part in his mind, but he also wanted to bring him to new highs, make him completely helpless by way of pure orgasmic bliss.
Stretching the ring around his cock and balls, Kaj laid the meaty, fake junk atop his own like he’d grown a glorious second penis. He’d tried it a couple of times since he bought it, even masturbated with it just so he was already familiar with the comfortable pressure wrapped around his crotch. Kaj grabbed the lube and coated everything generously, Noah and himself.
“Jesus,” Noah breathed out.
As Kaj positioned himself between Noah’s legs, he slid his hands behind his knees to hike them up a little. The sight of the dual heads of his real and plastic cocks aligned with Noah’s stretched hole was fucking obscene, sinfully so.
“You still sure about this?”
“Yes,” Noah replied, his eyes locked with Kaj’s.
As Kaj spurted more lube over them, watching the excess drip down onto the blanket beneath, he couldn’t resist trailing a finger through the moisture, circling Noah’s flushed, deep-pink rim.
“Love that fucking monstrous thing,” Kaj murmured, pushing four fingers in without resistance.
Noah moaned. “Fuck me, Kaj. Fuck. Me.”
Kaj withdrew his hand, aligned with Noah’s entrance, and began to glide in. With a hand wrapped around his cock and dildo, Kaj nudged both heads against Noah’s rim. He could feel the muscle slowly stretching until it gave in to the pressure.
“Holy... fucking... Christ…” Noah panted, each word punctuated by a gasp, his gorgeous face all twisted as his nails dug deep into Kaj’s shoulders.
The drummer paused when he was in to the crown of his dick, giving Noah time to adjust. “Color?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“Green. So fucking green. Don’t stop.”
Sweat beaded on Kaj’s forehead as he pushed forward excruciatingly slow. Inch by torturous inch, his real cock and the silicone one disappeared into Noah’s ass.
Kaj grunted. “Look at you, taking two cocks like you were made for this.”
“Shit… It feels like you’re splitting me in half.”
Noah’s dick, which had been softening after his explosive orgasm, was hard again, curved up against his cum-splattered abdomen. When Kaj bottomed out, he froze. The sensation of Noah’s body gripping his dick while the dildo pressed against it almost sent him spiraling straight into the underworld.
“Move,” Noah begged. “Please, Kaj, fucking move. Give me everything.”
Kaj withdrew slowly, Noah’s rim clinging to both shafts, before he pushed back in with slightly more force. The sound of lube squelching between them filled the room, mixing with their ragged breaths, and Kaj’s erratic pulse that was reverberating through his veins.
“So… tight. Can feel every fucking twitch of your hole around me.”
“Harder. I can take it.” Noah dug one of his heels into Kaj’s asscheek, coaxing him for more while his hands clutched his shoulders. “Ruin me.”
Grabbing Noah’s hips with bruising force, Kaj slammed into him with increasing fury as Noah’s unintelligible curses and moans carved forbidden words into Kaj’s bones.
“Fucking Christ,” Kaj hissed, feeling Noah clamp down around him. “If you strangle me like that, I’m gonna fucking lose it.”
“Don’t stop,” Noah whined.
Kaj wrapped a palm around Noah’s throat and shifted the angle of his thrusts, driving upward to hit that sweet spot inside him. Noah convulsed, and a guttural groan resonated in his chest. Kaj leaned down, capturing Noah’s mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. He tasted like desperation and sheer submission, like everything Kaj had ever wished but never dared tohopefor.
That was dangerous ground.
It cracked and opened under his feet, like the armor he’d carefully built over the years.
But Kaj couldn’t stop himself from longing and wanting. Wanting more of him. Of this. Of them.
“Never.” Kaj tightened the grip on his neck. “You’remine.”
