He slid his hand free—Cloister’s ass twitched at the sudden emptiness—and shackled it around his cock. With his thumb he pushed against the heavy vein on the shaft in a slow, rough caress as he waited.
Cloister lowered himself onto it. The pressure against his ass as it nudged through the tight ring of muscle made sharp jolts of pleasure twitch down to his balls. He took a deep breath as he pushed down again until he could feel Javi’s thighs under his ass and felt the heft of Javi’s cock stretch him open around it.
“You’re beautiful like this,” Javi said. He stroked his hands up Cloister’s thighs to his hips and tucked his thumbs into the crease at his groin. “When you fuck and when you run, all that bone and muscle is like silk under your skin.”
Cloister leaned forward until he was nearly sprawled on top of Javi. He shifted his hand from the muscle of Javi’s shoulder to the headboard and twisted his fingers around the metal rods.
“And the rest of the time?” he asked.
Javi smiled thinly and kissed the sweat out of the hollow of Cloister’s collarbone. “The rest of the time, you look like someone you don’t want to cross in a bar fight.”
“Good,” Cloister said raggedly as he rocked his hips against Javi. He could feel the pulse of Javi’s cock inside him as he thrust back up against Cloister. “That’s what I’m going for.”
Pleasure simmered like warmed honey in his ass and slipped down into his balls. It was sweet and slow, almost gentle, but it wasn’t enough. Cloister tightened his fingers on the headboard and clenched the long muscles in his legs as he thrust himself roughly down onto Javi’s cock.
Sprawled under him, Javi grazed his teeth and tongue over Cloister’s shoulder and chest in wet, sharp kisses that marked the skin where no one could see. He scraped a bite over the tight bud of Cloister’s nipple with a jolt of sensation that Cloister couldn’t—in the moment—tell whether it was pleasure or pain, and let his hands wander appreciatively over the taut planes of Cloister’s body.
Pain curdled in Cloister’s thigh as he moved faster, more urgently, on top of Javi. The hot ache of it spread up the map of bruises into his hip and his lower ribs. He could feel it catch with each ragged breath, but it was worth it for what was on the other side of the wall.
Cloister pushed himself off the headboard and sat back so he could wrap his cold fingers around his cock. He jerked his fist impatiently along the shaft as he looked down at Javi. Hunger pulled Javi’s jaw tight and glazed sweat across his chest and in the trail of hair that arrowed down his lean stomach.
“Fuck me,” Cloister said. The words rasped out of him like a command, but the ache of how much he needed this undercut it with a ragged “Please?”
The plea made Javi swallow hard and lick his lips. He tightened his fingers on Cloister’s thighs and then relaxed. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
“Then just hurt me enough,” Cloister said.
Dark, hungry temptation flared in Javi’s honey brown eyes, and he closed his hands on Cloister’s thighs again. It wasn’t the offer of pain. That wasn’t Javi’s kink. He wanted control, not bruises or blood, and Cloister had just given that to him.
“I did try to be nice,” he growled as he flipped them over.
Cloister cursed raggedly as the angle of Javi’s cock shifted and caught his prostate roughly as he slid out. His own cock was caught between the hard, sweaty lines of their bodies as they squirmed back into position. He saw stars as the shock of pleasure went off like a starburst along his spine. His wrist hurt as the cast bounced off the pillows, but he hardly noticed the hot-needle jab of pain.
“Son of a bitch,” he groaned out raggedly as he wrapped his legs around Javi’s lean waist and dragged him down for a sticky kiss and the uneven reminder. “And I didn’t ask you to be nice.”
Javi shifted his weight back onto his knees and snorted as he braced his hands against the backs of Cloister’s thighs. “No one ever does.”
He thrust into Cloister in one deep, quick stroke. Cloister gasped and arched up into him. He fumbled down between their bodies and grabbed his cock again and twisted his fingers around the shaft in time with Javi’s thrusts. Pleasure trembled and tensed in Cloister’s upraised thighs and pulled like a wire in his balls.
The sheets tangled under them and stuck to their sweat-wet bodies as they fucked. Javi buried himself balls deep in Cloister with fast, hard strokes that jarred the bed under him. His jaw was clenched, muscles tight under the skin, and he dug his fingers into the meat of Cloister’s thighs.
He abruptly pulled out, and Cloister arched off the bed with a groan of protest. His ass clenched around the sudden absence, and Javi shut him up with a kiss. He folded his body over Cloister’s as he fumbled between his legs. Then Javi discarded the condom off the bed and thrust the bare, velvet length of his cock against Cloister’s stomach.
Cloister wrapped his fingers clumsily around both their cocks to shackle them together. He groaned raggedly as he came, the mess of it smeared between his fingers and along Javi’s cock. A second later Javi rolled away from him and stretched out on the bed as he finished himself off with short, businesslike jerks of his clenched fist.
He wiped the come on his thigh and lay boneless and sated for a second. Then he rolled to the edge of the bed, sat up, and went back into the bedside table to find a wipe.
“If you want, I can go,” Cloister offered. “Sleep on the couch.”
His back still turned as he cleaned his hands and cock, Javi snorted. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
Cloister thought about it for a second as he stretched. He still hurt, but it felt worth it now. “Probably not.”
Javi lay back down and handed Cloister an unopened wipe to clean up his own mess. It was cold against his stomach and colder against his cock. He still felt sticky afterward, but he could grab a shower in the morning.
He closed his eyes and waited to see if he’d fall asleep. Before he quite managed it, Javi brushed his hair back from his forehead, and his fingers lingered on the edges of the stitched bruise over his eyebrow.
Cloister opened one eye to squint at him.
