“Son of a bitch,” he muttered.
It was as good an excuse as any to bite down on the plumped nipple in his mouth. He pinched it between his teeth, just hard enough to make Cloister suck in a startled breath and squirm in place.
“My mother’s a lot of things,” Javi said as he let the slick, red nipple slip from between his teeth. “She’s not a bitch.”
“Asshole, then,” Cloister said raggedly.
Javi kissed the nipple he’d just abused and laved it with his tongue. “See? I can’t argue with that.”
He trailed a series of quick, teasing kisses down over the hard ridge of Cloister’s abs as he went down onto his knees. The musk of salt and sweat and Cloister filled his mouth and nose as he breathed in.
Cloister’s cock twitched with eagerness against his stomach, a smear of precome slick and shiny against the tight, flushed head of it. Javi swiped his tongue along it from the base to the tip in one long, wet lick. It made Cloister’s balls pull up tighter to his body and the tense muscles in his thighs quiver.
“Do you get off on it?” Javi asked as he cuffed Cloister’s cock in one hand, fingers wrapped around the shaft and thumb pressed up hard against the base.
“That?” Cloister asked as he swallowed hard and looked down. His pale eyes looked almost dark because his pupils were so expanded. “Who wouldn’t?”
Javi wrapped his lips around the head of Cloister’s cock, precome salty and metallic on his tongue, and twisted his hand up. The thin, soft skin creased and wrinkled under his grip, the hard flesh below hot against his palm. He sucked briefly and then leaned back. He ran his thumb over the spit-wet head and thought again about being fucked.
“Being told what to do,” he said. “You’re not a sub.”
Not really. Cloister might go along with doing as he was told, might even get off on it, but that was because he was easygoing. It wasn’t the same as compliant. He’d buck against authority just for the sake of it if it weighed on him long enough… or try to punch an FBI agent through a wall.
“No, but… it’s okay,” Cloister said.
It wasn’t a good enough answer. Javi tightened his grip and gave Cloister’s cock a rough squeeze that made Cloister swear and bite his lower lip.
“It’s okay,” Cloister repeated with a shrug. “I don’tneedit, but it works for me. When it’s you, it works for me.”
The easy admission twisted lust a notch tighter in Javi’s balls, the ache of it dull and heavy in his thighs and stomach. He trailed a row of soft, openmouthed kisses down the length of Cloister’s cock to the tight sac of his balls. The soft skin creased and folded under Javi’s lips as he sucked and nibbled his way around to the line of flesh and nerves that seamed from Cloister’s cock back to his ass.
Stammered curses and ragged, wordless groans from above him suggested thatthiscertainly worked for Cloister. Javi flicked his tongue along the tight thread and dragged another groan out of somewhere deep in Cloister’s chest. The long line of Cloister’s body shifted suddenly as he went down onto his elbow with a thud. His long, braced legs trembled, the muscles rigid as rock under the skin when Javi stroked his hands down the back of them.
“Everything about you works for me,” Javi admitted in a low, intent voice. It was possible that Cloister hadn’t even heard it, but then Javi didn’t know if he meant him to. He gave the underside of Cloister’s cock one last, wet kiss, lips and tongue and spit slathered over the hard length of it, and got back to his feet.
Cloister groaned and reached down to wrap his fingers around his cock. He dragged his hand along the shaft in short, impatient strokes, the taut length of his cock wet and shiny with Javi’s spit as it smeared under Cloister’s palm.
“Turn around,” Javi said as he stripped off his trousers. Cloister groaned and turned around, his elbows braced against the counter and his ass in the air. If Javi’s cock hadn’t already been pressed rigidly against the thin black silk of his briefs, the ache of it a dull drumbeat in his groin, that view would have done it. Javi pulled a condom out of his trousers, set them aside, and stepped out of his briefs. Thick gel oozed out of the packet as he tore it open as he plucked the latex ring out of the packet. He slid it on over his cock, and the pulse of pleasure as his fingers grazed along the thick shaft made his thigh muscles clench.
He slid the ring of the condom down until it was snug against the base of his cock, latex tight and shiny as it stretched over his erection.
“I don’t know,” Javi teased as he stepped forward and brushed the flat of his hand over Cloister’s ass. The tight curve of it twitched under his touch, and Cloister sucked in a sharp breath. “I can’t say I’ve seen much evidence of that problem with authority you’re supposed to have.”
Javi idly traced a pattern between the freckles sprayed over Cloister’s skin, an abstract dot-to-dot, and then slid his fingers between the cheeks. As he pressed into the tight hole, Cloister swore softly and pushed back against him. His back flexed, his shoulder blades sharp where they pressed against the skin, as Javi hooked a finger to graze the bump of his prostate.
“I don’t do everything you want,” Cloister pointed out, his voice hitched and breathless.
Javi made a skeptical sound as he freed his hand and pulled the cheeks of Cloister’s ass apart. He pressed the head of his cock against the slick hole and felt the resistance as he pushed forward.
“I beg to differ,” Javi said as he reached forward and gripped Cloister’s shoulder. He could feel Cloister’s pulse against his fingers and around his cock as he slowly pushed inside him. Pleasure flared and crackled along his nerves like a campfire, a hot coal of heavy lust and sharp, bright sparks of pleasure that singed along his nerves. “Because I definitely want this.”
Javi reached over the jut of Cloister’s hip and grabbed his cock. It was hard and still wet, sweat and come and spit rubbed from base to tip. Javi pumped his hand along it in firm strokes as he worked his cock deeper into Cloister’s ass.
It stole whatever smart remark Cloister was about to make. He just groaned, breathless and wordless, and let his head drop forward as he panted. The bony jut of vertebrae in the nape of his neck looked prominent and vulnerable under the close crop of his tawny hair. Javi used his knee to nudge Cloister’s legs farther apart so his cock reached deeper and he could fold himself over the broad span of Cloister’s back and kiss the sweat-salted knob of bone.
Cloister twisted his head around to graze a clumsy kiss over the corner of Javi’s mouth, a quick pass of lips and a tug of sharp teeth. It prickled a different pleasure down Javi’s back to tangle sweetness through the weight of lust in his hips.
“I like you, Agent Merlo,” Cloister finally got enough breath to drawl out. “And whether you like it or not, you can’t stop me.”
