To Burn In Brutal Rapture

by Nyla K

  “Wait… Ah. Fuck… wait, Laz.” He moves me back again, so I stop, tugging him out of my mouth and stroking with my fist.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, breathless and flushed all over.

  I need more. I need so much fucking more right now.

  “I want to enjoy this,” he slow-blinks and my brow furrows. “But if you keep going like that, I’ll come.” His fingers slip under my chin as I lick my lips. “Like, soon.”

  My dick jumps between my thighs at that, stiffening and swelling so hard I can feel its pulse.

  “I want you to come,” I whisper, then swallow hard, barely even able to comprehend that we’re doing this. And how much I love it.

  I’m sucking a dick… My best friend’s dick. Fuck, what are we doing??

  “Me too,” he growls and then pushes on me until I sit up.

  Damien stands, stepping out of his jeans until he’s completely naked, facing me as I sit on the couch and just stare.

  He looks… really fucking good. Dare I say, delicious.

  I don’t know what he’s going to do, but the last thing I expect is what he does, which is drop to his knees before me. Looking down at him, our eyes remaining locked, he undoes my pants, forcing them down until my cock bobs out. It’s stiff as fuck, throbbing as he eyes it hungrily, his hot gaze on my erection causing it to flinch in anticipation.

  “I forgot how big you are,” he runs his hands possessively up my thighs, pushing my legs further apart.

  “Fuck,” I breathe as he positions himself between my legs, wasting no time licking lines up and down the length of my dick. My head drops back and I swallow. “Fuck…”

  He hums, taking me into his mouth and sucking deep, allowing me to slide into the back of his throat with ease. He doesn’t gag, but groans and my balls seize. I can’t help running my fingers through his hair, holding his head in place while he goes to town on me like he’s wanted to do this for fucking years. It’s mesmerizing.

  My best friend sucks my dick until I’m fucking his mouth and breathing in hard gasps like I’m the one choking. Then he takes his warm, perfect mouth away and licks my balls, kissing and sucking them between his lips.

  “Will you… can we… please? Fuck…” His words come out jumbled and sits back on his knees, gazing at me with flushed cheeks and perfectly moist lips.

  He’s gorgeous. My mind has unleashed thoughts I’ve been blocking out for so many years, and now that they’re free, I’m in fucking awe of how I’m seeing him.

  He stands up and I find myself standing before him, following wordlessly, wanting whatever he wants so badly I can taste it. I’m burning and eager for more of whatever we’re doing tonight in this bubble of desperate, untamed passion.

  Damien pushes my pants and boxers down my legs and I step out of them, wandering in a daze over to his bed. Before I can turn around, he shoves me until I’m bent over the side and his hands cup my ass hard.

  “You look so fucking good like this.” He rasps from behind me, and I whine to myself, smashing my face into his bed, the need for what he can give taking me over.

  I’m shocked to the fullest when I feel him drop gentle kisses on my cheeks before spreading me open. And I don’t even have time to worry about what he’s going to do because the next thing I know, he’s licking me.

  Fucking licking my asshole. My best friend… And his powerful, soothing tongue, feathering over me, moaning as he does. Then his lips are there, kissing and sucking in between circling my rim with that fucking tongue that has me going cross-eyed.

  “Lazarus… I can’t believe we’re doing this…” he breathes as my cock leaks on his comforter. “You like how I eat you, huh?”

  “Fuck… yes…” I’m going out of my mind.

  His hands are so strong as he spreads me wide and tastes, and I can’t fucking stop myself from whimpering his name into the mattress. Eventually he stands up, and I hear him breathing heavily behind me. I lift myself on shaky arms and rest my face in my palms for a moment, so fucking lost to him and bewildered at where this is going.

  “I want to fuck you,” he growls, shoving me further up onto the bed. He climbs on behind me and I feel his long, hard cock grinding into the crack of my ass.

  Pre-cum is just dripping out of me at this point, and I can’t stop it.

  “I would fucking love to fuck you right now, but I don’t want to hurt you,” he blankets his big body over my equally big one.

  It’s bizarre to be fooling around with someone who’s the same size as me.

  It’s fascinating, and he’s holding me hostage with how much I want to do everything with him.

  “Day, it’s um… You won’t…” I ramble mindlessly while he kisses the nape of my neck, my shoulders and my back. “It won’t hurt as much as you think it would.”

  I’m sure if he could see my face right now it’d be beet red, which has never happened to me before. But I’ve also never done this with my best friend before, and because of this weird secret desire I’ve seemingly always had, I’ve never really talked to him about the things I like.

  But I guess that’s about to change, because I’m so fucking needy for him, I’m not leaving this room until I know how it feels to have him inside me.

  “I know, you’re tough as nails, baby,” he chuckles, licking my earlobe. “I’m really impressed. But like, I don’t want to do anything unless you want it.”

  “First of all, stop calling me baby. I’m not your girlfriend,” I hiss at him, though attempting to convey seriousness is difficult while desperately grinding my ass into his cock like some kind of butt slut. “Second of all… It won’t hurt because I like it.”

  Damien’s hands stop massaging me for a moment, and I’m sure he’s gaping at me, but I refuse to look at him.

  “You like what exactly?” His fingers walk up my spine, giving me goosebumps.

  “I like the feeling,” I murmur. “Inside. A finger or two. Or three…” I bite my lip and bury my face in the bed even further. “And there’s the occasional… object.”

  “You’re driving me fucking crazy,” he wedges his cock between my ass and I’m fucking purring. It’s ridiculous, but I can’t even make myself give a fuck. “Have you ever been fucked? By an actual dick?”

  In the flip of a switch, he’s gone from turned-on and downright hungry to nervous and slightly jealous. That tone forces me to lift my head and turn over my shoulder to look at him.

  “No,” I grumble, our eyes locking. He looks devastated that I wouldn’t have told him something like that and I need him to know that’s not the case at all. “I’m not gay. I just like the feeling.”

  He lets out a relieved sigh that makes me roll my eyes at him. “I know you’re not gay. I’m not either.”

  “Okay,” I hum.

  His eyes drop to my mouth. “Okay.”

  “So…”

  “So,” he leans in and kisses me softly. I trap his lower lip between my teeth and suck until he gasps. “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes,” I answer, almost too fast.

  “Good. Because I really, really want to fuck you.”

  We kiss it out slow and wet and ravenous, working ourselves up until we’re grunting and sweating, ready for whatever the fuck. Clinging to each other, we rub our hard, swollen cocks together, pre-cum coating one another, hands touching everywhere. I feel him tracing the tattoo on my pelvis and my heart thuds even harder into my ribcage.

  “Do you have a condom?” He asks breathlessly. “I haven’t used one since I was twenty-two.”

  I chuckle, cupping his pectoral muscle with my hand. “I actually don’t think I have one. But… we could go bare. If you’re alright with it.”

  “I’m more than alright with it,” he nips at my lip. “I think I need to stuff my bare cock inside you.”

  “Fucking Jesus. Day…” I pant. “Please. I need it. I need to know…”

  “How it feels?” He finishes my thought, and I nod.

  “Yes.”<
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  “Mm,” he rasps then pulls away, leaving my head spinning as I press my face back into the bed.

  His large hands palm my ass for a moment before I feel him scooting over to his nightstand. I hear a drawer open, and I look up to see him kneeling beside me with a small bottle. He pours some lube onto his fingers and then they’re between my ass, massaging my rim and getting it soaked.

  “Is this what you like?” He rumbles, then stuffs a long finger inside me slowly.

  I gasp, dizzy at the intoxicating forbidden burn as I mumble, “Yes. More.”

  “Like this?” He gives me two fingers and I’m fucking dying, rocking my hips into his hand. “Is this what you do to yourself when you’re all alone?”

  “Fuck you,” I grunt and he somehow knows exactly which spot to put pressure on that has me seeing stars. “Fuck… me…”

  “Okay, easy,” he croons, crawling behind me as he removes his fingers. “You’re not coming until my cock is in you.”

  Please please please.

  I peer over my shoulder to watch him pouring lube on his dick, and I’m momentarily nervous, because I’ve never put anything that big inside myself before. It’s like three times bigger than the stupid black dildo I have.

  But at the same time, I’m going out of my mind for him, relaxing, ready to take it from my best friend.

  The second I feel his crown pressing into me I’m already groaning. But to be fair, so is he.

  Damien lays a trail of kisses along my neck while he holds his shaft in his fist and swirls the wet head around at my entrance.

  “You good?” He asks, and for a split second time stands still.

  I’m outside of this whole insane evening looking in, and as bizarre as it sounds, I’m not shocked or worried about what we’re doing. It feels right… Like this is okay.

  More than okay. It’s supposed to happen. We both want it, and maybe this could be just the thing to bring him back from the dead.

  Like he did for me all those years ago.

  “More than. I want this,” I whisper to him. “Are you? Good…?”

  “So fucking good,” he grasps my jaw and turns my face so he can kiss my lips.

  And then he shoves his cock inside me.

  I whimper into his mouth as the bed engulfs in flames.

  “Fuck, Laz,” he groans with only the head of his cock in my ass. “I’m really gonna have to try not to come too soon…”

  “Me… too…”

  He gives me another inch and my eyes roll back in my skull.

  Damien thrusts again, feeding solid girth into my asshole, slowly, pulling back just a bit then driving in further, holding himself up so he can watch. His hands grip my ass, spreading me open while he strokes his cock in and out of me, using the lubrication, and the fact that I’m fucking welcoming him inside me like a homecoming, to pump me breathless.

  I wish I could see it myself, but I can’t think of anything other than how different this feels than anything I’ve done before. It feels like a wet dream, wrapped in naughty bliss, sprinkled with burning euphoria.

  I probably will come super fast, without even touching my own dick.

  Seriously. It’s so hard the veins are throbbing as I rut against the bed with Day’s thrusts, grinding into the softness of his comforter while he rides my ass, fucking me slow yet forceful. He makes it balls deep and melts over me, draping my body with his until I can feel his muscles, slick with sweat, writhing into my back.

  “Lazarus Weston… Your ass is fucking perfection,” he groans, nipping at my shoulder. “So tight. So fucking tight…”

  “Fuck me, Damien,” I plead, tone hoarse and shivering desperate as my fists curl around the blankets. “Fuck me in the ass with your big cock.”

  “Jesus Christ.” His hips pick up the pace a bit, diving deep, steadily stroking over my sensitive spot, shooting electric zaps of pleasure through my loins.

  His arms wrap around my torso and he cups my pecs while his hips rock, pelvis smacking against my ass on each thrust. He pinches my nipples and my balls draw up.

  God this is intense. So hot and so fucking consuming I can barely breathe. I’m going to come so fucking soon. I’m going to come with my best friend’s dick in my ass.

  Fucking me. He’s fucking me.

  Jesus. Fuck fuck fuck.

  “You like this?” He growls, holding me tight and fucking me deep, giving me every thick inch, tearing me apart in the best possible way, the pain giving me more pleasure than I can stand.

  “I love it,” I whimper, voice uneven with his ravaging thrusts. “Fuck me, Day. Fuck me harder.”

  “You love your best friend fucking your sweet ass?”

  “Yes… God, yes. Harder.”

  He groans, losing himself in me, and I in him. We’re setting ourselves on fire, burning each other alive and melting together like wax figures on the sun.

  He keeps going, mumbling into my neck, biting me and sucking my ear, tugging my hair and milking his big dick inside me so good I’m seconds away from erupting all over this bed.

  “Can you come without touching your dick?” He tugs my face so I have to look at him.

  “Yes. Yes yes yes,” I pant into his mouth as he kisses me reckless.

  “I’m gonna fucking explode in you,” he tells me, falling apart at the seams.

  “Do it. Please come deep in my ass, Damien.”

  “Fuck, you’re perfect. Please come with me.”

  “I’m so close… Any… God, right there… second… yesss oh God yes yes please…”

  Damien shudders and I can feel him, wound up so tight and about to snap. The sounds of his bed moving and his hips smacking into me from behind are so fucking salacious it pushes me right over the edge with him.

  With every inch of him inside me, his large body holding me down with all his weight, I crumble apart and my dick starts pulsing. Streams and throbs of cum flow from my cock, all over the bed and my abs while I cry out his name, barely recognizing my own voice.

  But I can hear him. His deep voice rasping, “I’m coming, baby. Yes… I’m coming deep inside you. Take all my cum, Lazarus. Let me fucking own you, baby.”

  “Own me,” I gasp, breathing heavy until I black out.

  In and out of consciousness.

  “Baby…”

  Flutters of light along the corners of my vision.

  Sweet sweet aching comfort.

  “Mmm… baby.”

  When I eventually come to, I have to look around because I’m not sure if any of that really happened, or if it was all some crazy sex dream.

  But I quickly realize it did, especially when I feel all the soreness and muscle strain.

  A warm, heavy arm is draped around my waist, holding me flush against a firm body. I feel fingers toiling in my hair and I close my eyes again, taking a moment to revel in this peace. The bliss I’m experiencing right now is unlike any other, and I know it won’t last.

  This pleasure will turn to pain soon enough. Might as well make it count while I can.

  After what feels like hours have gone by, we somehow end up lying face to face in the bed, just staring at each other. Touching, fingers trailing over skin, exploring and treasuring, enticed in mischief. I’m completely mollified, but I know eventually I’ll need to get up and shower. And I probably shouldn’t sleep here… I mean, in this bed.

  “What time is it?” I could easily look at the clock behind him, but I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from his.

  Those green irises with pupils are surrounded by flecks of gold, reminding me of rays of sunshine on dewy moss in a forest.

  “Dunno,” his lips curl, gliding a finger gently over my throat. “You’re pretty beautiful. Did you know that?”

  My jaw clenches in an extreme effort not to smile. “Are you falling in love with me?”

  He laughs out loud and my stomach flips.

  “I know better than to try to wife you up,” he grins that dazzlingly charming thing I’ve been see
ing consistently from the time we were fifteen until last year.

  That it’s back now makes me feel like I could fly.

  I helped. I think I helped bring him back.

  I did this. Me.

  I saved him.

  I lift up quickly to check the time. It’s just after two in the morning.

  I flop back down and sigh. “I’m dying of thirst.”

  “Go downstairs and grab us some Gatorades, please,” he murmurs, still touching me like he physically can’t stop.

  “Why do I have to go?”

  “Please…” His eyes drop to my lips as he moves in closer. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

  I let a little chuckle slip. “You know I can’t stay, right?”

  His brow furrows. “Why not?”

  “I mean… In your room,” I clarify, pushing his hair back with my fingers. “I’ll probably crash in the guest room for a few hours.”

  “Just sleep in here.” His foot nudges mine. “It’ll be fun.”

  I grin. “Oh, I don’t doubt that. But… we shouldn’t get used to this.”

  Damien’s quiet for a moment, eventually nodding in agreement. “You’re right. We can’t make this a thing. It’s way too complicated.”

  I’m glad we’re on the same page, though hearing him say it sets an uneasy sensation in my gut.

  “It was fun,” I mumble, keeping the emotion out of my voice as much as possible, although I can hear longing in my tone that can’t happen.

  “Really fun,” he whispers. “Lazarus, I just…” He stops for a moment, then lifts his hand to my jaw, cradling it. “Thank you.”

  “You don’t have to thank me.”

  “I know. But I do. Tonight brought me back to life. That was exactly what I needed.”

  I nod as warmth floods my chest. I’m so glad he’s saying this.

  He’s happy. And maybe it won’t last long. I’m sure he’ll still feel sad and angry and hurt, probably a lot. He still misses his wife, and that’ll never stop.

  But if I could bring him even the briefest moment of solace; if I could silence the madness in his heart for just a little while, then I’ve done my job.

  “I’ll always be here for you, Day. Maybe not like this, because I don’t think it’s what either of us really want. But you’re my best friend and I love you, and I just want to see you happy.”