by Kora Knight
“Screw that,” Scott chuckled, adding a second, the duo deftly strumming Tad’s gland. “You and me are coming together.”
Tad hissed through another full body quake, his foot literally giving a stomp. Scott laughed, kissed his cheek, then withdrew and stood up. “So you better fucking wait.”
Tad drooped, chuckling breathlessly. “Always making me wait. I’m starting to see a pattern here.”
“Mm,” Scott murmured. “The method to my madness.”
The sound of shucking clothes whispered past Tad’s ears. Followed by a condom wrapper, then that all-too-familiar snap. For once, Tad didn’t even cringe. He supposed the “fear of the unknown” didn’t really apply anymore. Not that he was suddenly a pro. He was, however, versed enough to know not to freak the fuck out. Scott wouldn’t hurt him and wouldn’t take advantage.
But more so than that, what was different now was that Tad knew he wanted it, too. All the deeper reasons as to why, he’d get to in time. Hopefully Scott would stick it out and be there when it happened.
Thing was, Tad was pretty sure at least a few things were starting to click. Puzzle pieces from present and past finally fitting together. But there were still a few doors with some pretty stubborn hinges that he still hadn’t quite gotten open. Problem was, every time he gave them a tug, he was doused with potent apprehension. And damn if that didn’t make him back off fast. He was working on it, though. Slowly, but surely.
Scott pressed against Tad’s ass as his foot settled beside Tad’s on the chair. A big warm hand curled around his hip. “You ready, gorgeous?” he rasped. “’Cause I’m ready to fuck.”
Tad moaned as the dude’s crown nuzzled his hole, instinctively clenching up. “Uh, yeah,” he nodded, trying to relax. “But it’s been awhile so… just go slow.” Scott mmm’ed and hungrily pressed against him, inadvertently making Tad teeter. Wobbling slightly, he coughed back a laugh. “And geez, dude, don’t make us fall.”
Scott chuckled, repositioned and tried again, his groan melting to butter when he finally slipped through. “Yeah,” he rasped into Tad’s hair. “But what if I’ve already fallen?”
Tad’s lips fell open on a deluge of stinging bliss. If Scott’s plunging cock hadn’t leveled him so bad, the guy’s words most certainly would have. Scott sure liked giving it his all. A knockout one-two of sensation and soul. Fuck if Tad ever thought he stood a chance.
Grappling for his bearing, he sucked in a breath as Scott’s hands moved up his sides. Though his ass still burned, raw pleasure was mounting fast. Painfully stretched, incredibly filled. And then Scott leaned forward and pressed his lips between Tad’s blades. Again and again, he laid down kisses as he eased his cock in and out.
Tad moaned, feeling wholly upended. Because even though Scott was patiently letting him adjust, moving all nice and slow, his mouth was doing the opposite. Tightening Tad’s chest with each gentle brush while working him to pliancy below. Was sex always like this with other guys? Tad couldn’t help wondering, but had no way to compare. Other than with Scott, he’d only been with girls.
“You’re doing it again,” Scott rasped with a thrust.
“What,” Tad panted, “am I doing?”
“Thinking.” Thrust. “Jesus.” Thrust. “Do you ever stop?”
Tad braced against the one-way with each plunge of Scott’s cock. Pleasure assailed every inch of his being, stroking his soul right alongside his G. “Fuck—I can’t help it. The things—that you say.”
Scott’s low, soft growl vibrated Tad’s back. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” His hands clamped down atop Tad’s shoulders. “Fuck,” he grit, straightening back up, his fluid thrusts starting to quicken. “You feel so goddamn fucking good.” His fingers kneaded anxiously as he tilted his hips, then drove it home again.
Tad’s mouth fell back open with a ragged breath. Scott’s new angle had him delving impossibly deeper. Over and over, his dick plowed Tad’s channel, loving on his prostate with some serious force. Packing him full of the most amazing kind of crazy, making his pleasure soar.
“Uh!” Tad grunted, again and again. “Uh, fuck!—Uh, fuck!—Uh!”
Pressure was mounting way too fast. His motherboard was about to crash. And still those tongues of bliss grew stronger, tantalizing the length of his backdoor’s passage, pulsing from his g-spot to his shaft. And then the heady pressure exploded through his groin, down his legs and up into his gut.
Fingers fumbling to grip the glass, he shot up on his toes. “Shit, dude! Ah, God!”
Raw ragged breaths peppered his back as Scott fucked him even faster. But then, with a snarl, the guy reeled his shit back. Restless hands gave Tad’s shoulders a squeeze. “Straighten up,” he rasped, hips slowing to a crawl. “And put your hands behind my head.”
Panting, Tad nodded and shoved off the glass. “Yeah. Okay. But God, just don’t stop.”
Scott chuckled breathlessly. “You do not have to worry about that.”
The second he was upright, Scott palmed Tad’s heaving chest and pulled him against his own. “Hands up,” he murmured, still buried in Tad’s ass. “And try to hold on tight.”
Wincing as the guy’s dick shifted inside him, Tad reached back and fisted two handfuls of hair. Scott flat out purred against his neck. Tad grinned, a strange satisfaction welling inside his ribs.
But then Scott lifted Tad’s propped leg higher and draped it over his knee. The new position pulled Tad tauter than a sheet, stretched to his max against Scott’s frame. Big hands and a rigid cock held him in place, making him feel way too vulnerable. Not that his body seemed to mind. In fact, he was harder than he’d ever fucking been.
Scott groaned against his neck. “Ah fuck, babe. You feel that? We fit so damn right.” His warms hands glided along Tad’s torso as his hips resumed their roll. Slow at first, then increasingly faster, until the dude’s shallow pants were all Tad could hear, his surging cock all he could feel.
Tad cursed out a strained stream of unabashed ecstasy. “Oh, fuck—Aw, God—Oh, shit, dude—so good—” To the tune of Scott’s thrusts, he fisted the guy’s hair. Clench-release, clench-release, clench…
Scott had his own fevered litany rolling, each sentiment cutting hot breath against Tad’s neck. “Fuck, babe—aw, fuck—oh, shit yeah—goddamn.”
Again, his hand curled around Tad’s throat. But just like before, it wasn’t one of those dark-kinky, asphyxiating kind of grips. Instead it felt more like a gesture of claim. But before Tad could even begin contemplating that, Scott’s other hand got busy moving south. It paused atop Tad’s six-pack to trace his grid of grooves, then roamed lower to skim down his shaft. Finally his fingers curled around Tad’s sac.
Holy fucking erotica.
The dude literally had him by the balls, ass, and throat. Tad squirmed, a low, needy moan rising up. Never in his life had he felt so possessed. Yet surprisingly, the urge to freak never came. Because the hard truth was, he loved the feeling. The shit was exhilarating, primitive and fierce. His dick gave a sharp, eager kick.
Scott gripped it with a growl and started to stroke, pressing his lips to Tad’s cheek. “In this moment,” he ground out, slowing his thrusts, “you—are fucking—mine.”
Tad’s heart flat out tripped and landed on its face. Mine? Scott did not just say mine. If he did, that’d make shit a whole new ballgame, one that would punt Tad right back to the unknown. That elusive urge to panic finally reared its head. Swallowing repeatedly against the dude’s hand, Tad instinctively started to struggle.
Scott cursed and kicked up the strength of his thrusts, as if intentionally trying to derail Tad’s brain. Which worked surprisingly well. But the second Tad calmed, Scott slowed to a stop. “Don’t go there,” he whispered, burying his face in Tad’s neck. “Not back where you were. Not when I just got you out.” Tad could feel Scott’s lashes against his skin, felt the moment they slowly closed. “Just… say that you missed me… like I missed you.”
Tad’s ribc
age clenched on an anxious shudder.
Why did the dude have to say shit like that? And always when Tad’s laid out bare. Emotionally vulnerable, with no way to deflect.
“Scott,” he groaned, absently nuzzling the guy’s face. “I…”
Say it. Fucking say it. Say you missed him, too.
“I…”
Another frustrated rumble reverberated against Tad’s hear. Scott rocked back his pelvis then slammed his shit home. Whether it was just the right angle or Scott’s words still wreaking havoc, when his dick nailed Tad’s prostrate, it all just flew out.
“Uh! Ah, fuck, dude! I missed you, too!”
Scott froze… then barked out a huge fucking laugh. Hands abandoning their strategic posts, he hugged Tadfast … then really started pounding. Each word punctuated by a thrust. “Tell me—you—won’t—ever—stay—away—so— long.”
Erupting into flames, Tad tried to reply, but doing so wasn’t easy with Scott fucking out his brains. “I won’t!” he choked out, barely holding on. “I swear it! I swear it! I won’t!”
“You better not,” Scott panted, slowing just a bit. “Or I’ll fucking flog you a new one.”
Tad coughed out an exasperated laugh. “Alright. Goddamn. Just—oh fuck—don’t stop.”
Scott’s hands slid up Tad’s writhing torso to grab hold of his shoulders. More hard thrusts as his lips brushed Tad’s nape. “No way—Not ever—with you.”
Tad’s head fell back in tormented bliss, Scott’s dick propelling his body toward orgasm, his words prying open his chest. In fact, he was no longer just under Tad’s skin, but on a crash-course for his heart. But fuck, come on, that couldn’t be right. Sounded way too much like love. And love was that crazy shit Tad didn’t do. God, he needed to clear his head to thoroughly enjoy this fuck. He’d think about that other stuff later, just like he always did.
Dropping a hand down, he grabbed his cock and urgently started to pump. Their bodies in tandem were drugging him up. Hands fisting, mouths panting as Scott stuffed him to the max. Over and over and over again. Busting his seams with hard flesh and passion.
Clutching Scott’s spikes like the things were a lifeline, Tad clamped his eyes shut and let go. To the world and everything around them. Just him and Scott and a boatload of pleasure.
Again and again, the dude tagged his prostate, pistoning the hell out of his channel. And just like last time, and the time before that, he brought Tad to his knees. Trembles turned to shudders, then to full-on quakes as those tongues of pressurized ecstasy surged through his balls and cock. Faster Tad pumped, air sawing from his lungs, body undulating hard.
“F-f-fuck, dude. So close. I’m seriously gonna—”
“Scott. You guys still in there, man?” Red’s voice from the other room, cutting through the haze.
Scott panted out a laugh, his hips still rocking. “Shit, babe—Gonna need you—to take care of that.”
Tad balked incredulously, fighting back his load. “Oh—for the love—of God.” Leaning over, he thumped the glass with the side of his fist.
Scott laughed and ran a hand up Tad’s spine to grasp a handful of hair. Tugging him close, he rasped in Tad’s ear. “Such a good little sport.” His fingers slid back around to his throat as he thanked him with more thrusts.
Tad squeezed his dick, grit his teeth, and held on through another wave of shakes. “Sh-sh-shit, dude,” he hitched, trying to hang on.
Scott growled, latching hungrily onto his neck. “Hold it, baby. I wanna hear you fight that shit back.”
But fuck, what he was dishing was too much to endure. Tad could feel his body starting to give. The dude had his prostate reeling so bad, the pleasure was like a flood gate surging up his cock. Hardening his swollen sac. “G-g-goddamn,” Tad hitched, nuts starting to climb. “Ah, Jesus—Oh, God—Ah, fuck—”
Scott panted out what sounded like another laugh. “So gorgeous—when you’re losing—your shit.”
But Tad was too overwhelmed to find the humor. Grimacing, he shoved his face into his bicep. “Fuck off,” he panted, parted lips smiling. “How you like that fucking sound?”
Scott exhaled a choppy chuckle, his hand sliding up to curl around Tad’s jaw. “I liked it a lot, actually.” He shoved his index into Tad’s mouth. “But no more small talk.” His finger salaciously stroked Tad’s tongue. “Suck me while I’m fucking you. Pretend it’s my dick. Wanna feel how you’d try to make me come.”
Motherfucking hell. Could Scott be more erotic?
Tad moaned around his finger, tentatively starting to suck. He’d never given head before, but knew how he liked to be blown. Soon, his draws were coming in time with his pumping fist.
“Goddamn,” Scott growled, pacing his hips to the same rhythm, too. “Want those lips on my cock.”
Which, of course, just egged Tad on, the dude’s downshifting thrusts giving his G-spot a breather. With devilish intent, he upped his game and really gave Scott’s finger a blow.
Scott groaned, mumbling unintelligibly between shallow breaths, until suddenly his hips went wild. “Shit, babe—your mouth—it’s gonna make me come.”
Tad gasped at the unexpected spike in speed, losing his hold on Scott’s fingers. Potent sensation erupted from his G, pummeling current up his shaft. “Ah, fuck!” he grimaced, his balls clenching tight, along with every muscle in his abs. Jacking his dick faster as Scott hammered away, every inch of his body shook.
Scott gripped his hips as if to steady him. “Shit—didn’t want this—to end.”
Me neither, Tad thought, since he couldn’t quite speak.
His nuts balled tight then lurched up high, their last and final heads up. “Shit!” he grit as the levies broke. “Ah, fuck!—Shit, Scott! I’m—” Pelvis getting jiggy, his sac reared back and cannon-balled his load at the window.
Against his back, Scott’s huge body shuddered, then went all ramrod stiff. “Fuck,” he hitched, hips starting to buck, “Shit, babe—I’m right—behind you—ah, fuck!”
That last word shot out as a strained, erotic shout, hiking Tad’s frenzy even higher. Again and again, he pelted the glass as Scott unloaded deep inside. Tad could feel every powerful punch of release, kicking against his G. Which, son of a bitch, only made him come harder.
He writhed and pitched, cursing under the force. If his body locked up any tighter, he’d bust a fucking vessel. And no, not the one firing missiles with his spunk.
Luckily his orgasm eased and then ended only a few frenzied heartbeats later. Groaning, his knees shook, trying to buckle.
“Whoa,” Scott chuckled breathlessly, tightening his hold. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just… trying to get my bearings.”
Scott nuzzled his ear. “I kinda like you without ‘em.”
Tad coughed out a laugh, still catching his breath. “You would, you twisted freak.”
Scott chuckled. “Only with you. You know that, right?”
Tad’s eyes slid closed, a smile tugging at his lips. “So you say.”
Scott growled and gave his hips a thrust. “What. You need more convincing?”
Tad’s G lit up like a Christmas tree. “Ah!” he gasped. “I’m good!”
“Ah. Okay,” Scott laughed-slash-snickered. “Just… you know… making sure.”
Lips twitching, face flushed, Tad elbowed his ribs. “Yeah, well next time leave my prostate out of it.”
Scott squeezed him tighter, lips pressed to Tad’s cheek. “Mm. Can’t make any promises.” His pelvis fell into a slow, lazy roll. “Besides, your prostate likes me.”
Tad moaned out a breathless laugh. No way could he argue that one. In fact, he was pretty sure the little dude loved the guy.
Sighing, Scott shifted and slowly withdrew, easing their feet to the floor. Tad’s smile faded, oddly torn by the emptiness filling him up. And what a conflicting sentiment that was. But to him, it was true all the same. As uncomfortable as it could be sometimes, he loved Scott buried inside him. And not just for
the physical.
He quickly shook away the thought.
Behind him, Scott released his hold and cautiously stepped back. “You sure you’re good?”
“Yeah,” Tad nodded. Utterly sated, he slid the guy a look over her shoulder. “You always fuck like there’s no tomorrow?”
Scott chuckled, sauntering over to the bar. Like a chiseled god, his glutes bunched with every step. “Of course. Unless that was purely hypothetical.” Wincing, he peeled his condom off, then casually donned his shorts.
Tad diverted his eyes, only to frown at the mess on the glass. Shaking his head, he bent over to grab his cargos. “Shit,” he hissed, his backdoor protesting. “My prostate might like you, dude, but my asshole does not.”
Scott barked out a laugh as Tad turned his back and slowly eased into his shorts. Buttoning his fly, he glanced through the window. Max was sitting on the couch holding Sean in his lap. Wrapped in a thick, navy blanket, Sean’s sleepy eyes were locked on his dom’s serene face. Tad cocked his head, watching Red idly stroke the guy’s cheek, his lips moving even though Tad couldn’t hear what was said. Guess he removed the mics. Which was fine. Looked like shit between the two guys had gotten private, anyway.
Scott’s bare feet padding over had Tad quickly glancing away. Funny how all the porn was fair game, but the stuff going down now felt somehow wrong to watch. He turned and met Scott’s drowsy gaze. God, he loved that fucker’s eyes. All cozy-intense and kind.
Scott smiled just a little and took a step closer, his focus dropping down to Tad’s lips. His hooded lids lowered as he took them in. Like he had half a mind to give Tad a—
Tad froze, heart instantly clamoring in his chest.
Scott made a soft sound and took another step.
Fuck, shit, fuck, shit, fuck.
What if the guy really tried to kiss him? To kiss him back just felt so fucking huge, because to Tad its significance still remained. Especially at the moment, when it wasn’t just some generic gesture being tossed around during sex.
