“Try me.”
Grabbing the bottle of lube from the counter—Dylan, of course, had thought of everything—Jared stroked himself a few times, his free palm never leaving his friend’s shoulder. He was shaking with anticipation, heart hammering against his ribs when Dylan pushed his ass out, inviting him in.
Jared guided his cock with his left hand while the other moved to Dylan’s hip. He had no patience or self-control around this man. Not when he was naked and pleading to be used.
Pressing the tip to his hole, Jared slowly glided in.Fuck... Oh, fuck...
Magnetic fields collided and the world spun around faster, only to come to an abrupt halt when Dylan exhaled a moan.
With his forehead touching the back of his friend’s head, Jared took a second to pull himself together. The sounds this man made drove him insane.
Dylan stifled a groan, rocking his hips back, taking every raw inch of Jared inside of him in a swift movement. They both let out a languid sigh, as if the pressure binding them to earth had evaporated.
“You feel fantastic,” Jared husked against Dylan’s ear, his hands massaging every inch of him.
“So do you,” he groaned. “Come on now…” Another moan rolled off those tempting lips when Jared slid out and pushed back in, both hands holding onto Dylan’s hips. “Show me what you’ve got, candy boy.”
Jared chuckled at the nickname. Kinda loved it. Between slow, shallow circles where only his swollen tip remained inside, he soon found the perfect groove.
Lost in a fight with himself, wanting to let go already but also prolong this moment, his breaths became ragged. He stood straighter, using their difference in height to his advantage and changed the angle.
“Fuck!” Dylan growled, latching onto Jared’s ass when hepushed back.
Jared bit the crook of his neck.
Releasing a painful groan, Dylan raised one of his legs, bending it over the barstool. Both hands braced on the counter, tightening so much his knuckles turned white. “Is that all you’ve got?” He glanced at Jared over his shoulder. “Fuck me harder.”
And oh, he did.
The rattle of the stool’s metal legs scraping on the floor filled the air. Fire coursed through his veins. Their grunted moans turned into a wailing porno soundtrack, so loud Jared didn’t know why the police weren’t already knocking on their door.
“God, I swear this ass was made for me.” Jared could feel himself getting closer again as he slammed into that sinfully tight hole. “So. Fucking. Perfect. Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum.”
Dylan responded eagerly to the violence, rocking his hips back. “Yes... Yes, that’s it! Keep going.”
Jared rammed inside of him at a punishing pace. Time slowed down around them. The coiling sensation in his core built and built. The only thing lingering in the space was a mix of unbridled heartbeats and filthy sounds.
With every thrust, Jared felt himself about to fall, but Dylan beat him to it, painting the cabinet’s side with his load. White, sticky, and hot, it dribbled down as this gorgeous man emptied himself. His legs trembled, body going slack. And in the middle of that dazing whirlwind of sensations, Dylan’s ass squeezed Jared so tight he went blind for a moment. Fucking Dylan as deep as he could, he moaned and released every pulse of semen inside of him.
They stayed there for a few moments until their breaths evened out. Everything about Dylan was so warm, Jared didn’t want to let go. He felt safe and cozy inside this man.
But this was sex, only sex. Cuddling wasn’t part of the deal.
Or so he thought.
Without warning, Dylan turned around and Jared’s cockslipped out of him. He didn’t have time to process what was happening before Dylan cupped his jaw, a palm on each side of his face, and kissed him.
Slow and sensual, their lips molded together, and so did their spent bodies as Dylan wrapped his arms around Jared’s waist. It was equally sweet and hot... and so damn perfect.
“That was incredible,” Dylan whispered against his mouth when they broke apart.
Those words and the way they had just connected, as if they’d done this their entire lives, should have made Jared feel content, fulfilled. This was what he wanted.
However, all that was left in the cavity of his chest was an even bigger sense of longing... and melancholy.
As if they hadn’t just fucked each other’s brains out, the pair were now lying on opposite sides of the sofa. Dylan was scrolling through his phone and Jared was staring blankly at a Marvel show on the TV, his mind somewhere else.
To an outsider—or anyone who wasn’t Jared, really—this scene probably looked nothing but ordinary. However, beneath the surface, his thoughts were a jumbled mess.
