by Damon Suede
“Oh. My. Fuck.” Dante pressed up, hands on the wide shoulders under him, pushing his lean hips deep, deep. Griff could hear him gritting his teeth, and that Italian dick burned as if it was melting him from the inside. “Griff. Your ass.”
Pumping steadily but slowly, Dante slid his hands from Griff’s shoulders along his arms until his chest was pressed tight and their fingers were interlaced, hunching into the slippery heat. “You—you—oh!”
The curve did something funny inside Griff. The head knocked against this smal hungry place that made him shake and his eyes rol back in his head.
Dante squeezed his arms hard enough to bruise and kissed his shoulder openmouthed. “Awgh! Do that again.”
“Yes, sir.” Griff chuckled over his shoulder and Dante chuckled too. It just felt so crazy and right. Griff’s eyes drifted shut as he squeezed along the length and pushed back again.
“Yeah! Yeah-yeah. Jesus…. You’re making me stupid. Aaugh. Fuck yourself on my—God!” Griff did. He couldn’t stop himself. That perfect curve pierced him to his secret core, driling into something that was pushing drool out of his dick. Each thrust forced slippery threads from Griff and nudged him toward his climax.
Too soon.
So deep his insides wouldn’t let go. Every stroke nudged that hungry spot in him, stoking a flame, pushing him toward the cliff until he was about to—
“Dante, hold on. Don’t move. Don’t move!” Griff stopped cold, trying to tense every muscle in his body to hold on. He was gonna come too soon. They’d just started, and there was just no way it would take long enough to satisfy him. On the rug below, a strip of foil-wrapped condoms gleamed like a grail.
Dante did exactly as he was told, panting and resting his forehead between Griff’s shoulder blades. His lips brushed the skin and he kissed it once. “Did I hurt you, man?”
“No, I almost—one sec….” Griff reached back and gripped Dante’s hips hard. His legs were rigid and shaking between Dante’s. His ass gripped Dante’s curved boner, holding him inside against that place. Sweat ran between them as they caught their breath, ribs rising and faling together. “I’m trying—” Then Griff felt the lightest brush: Dante’s tongue sneaking out uncontrolably to lick his spine there, a light tickle.
That did it.
Griff reared up, lifting Dante with him with a roar. Dante’s curved spike slid out of him, but before he felt the absence fuly he flipped the Italian on his back.
Startled, Dante held on part of the way then fel against the opposite armrest on his back, his glistening erection bending against the crisp line of hair that plunged from his perfect navel.
“Wait, wait for me.” Turning, Griff grabbed his legs and puled him across the couch to wrap them around his back.
Griff leaned over to kiss some part of Dante’s confused face, licked his throat, fumbling to rol a condom onto his own shaft.
Their cocks dueled for a moment as he bent down to get their faces close again, then yanked a cushion out of the way for more room. He knocked over something on the coffee table but fuck if he could be bothered to find out what.
He put fingers inside Dante’s mouth and Dante licked at them.
The pleasure clutched at Griff, held his throat until he couldn’t breathe unless their mouths were open against each other.
It was al Dante, under him, looking up at him, pushing toward him like flame. Dante was trying to lift himself on the couch, but the sweaty, lubed leather was too slippery.
Griff sucked Dante’s spit off his fingers and reached low to fumble at Dante’s tiny opening, massaging it firmly as he’d seen Dante do it a lifetime ago.
I know what you like. You taught me.
Eyes bright, Dante tipped his hips and held his knees spread, giving ful access so Griff could crawl closer and screw his wet finger, then fingers, inside. One, then two, slipping smoothly into the little opening.
The broad crown of his erection nudged Dante’s nutsack, then beneath. “Don’t fight me. It’s going in. I want it to,” Griff growled at him.
“Good.”
“I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
“Don’t.” Dante shook his head. That shyness again. “God… please don’t.”
Dante raised a hand to touch Griff’s face. Griff nodded and kissed the palm roughly.
Griff searched for the lube, but he wouldn’t look away from his man, and finaly Dante put it into his hands and popped the cap and squeezed a palmful between them, smearing his slick trench with his own fingers. Whimpering, he slid a long finger in beside Griff’s two, and together, lips brushing, eye to eye, they opened him up.
Griff couldn’t take it another second; he slid his out, and Dante’s as wel.
“Last chance.” Griff set the blunt shiny head right at Dante’s perfect, grasping entrance. Knock, knock.
Dante nodded.
Griff pushed forward a little, barely breathing, but he stopped when Dante’s eyes went wide and shocked.
“Agh! Okay… okay….” Dante nodded again. “Easy! Just go slow. Okay? Jeee-sus you’re hung, Griffin!” Griff took his time, just firmly pressing forward while Dante’s hole opened milimeter by milimeter around the fat blushing apple.
Al of a sudden the muscle relaxed and he popped inside. They both yelped. Dante panted between his teeth like he was running a marathon. He swalowed and licked his lips.
Griff froze with worry and started to withdraw.
“No. I want it. It’s so—” Dante’s eyes were wild and his voice sounded muffled. His ass flexed around the knob. His pulse jerked in his throat. “Jesus, like I didn’t know I wanted it.” He panted, and his ass slipped another inch onto Griff’s erection, squeezing it like a fist. Dante shivered.
“Ticklish?” Griff’s mouth was open on his shoulder, and he bit down on the salty muscle.
Dante shuddered and nodded and gasped. “Great—great. Ah! Mmph.” Dante was hunching his hips in little circles, trying to work Griff’s erection deeper inside him.
Griff was lightheaded; sparks flickered at the edges of his vision. “Is it too much? I can—”
“No. Get it in me.”
Suddenly Dante impaled himself on the stout invader; he just wrapped his legs around Griff’s back and forcibly puled it into him the rest of the way, shocking both of them. His dark head dropped back, stretching his strong throat, and his breath came in short huffs.
“Fuh-uhhhk.” Dante panted and licked his lips. His eyes were feverish slits. His mouth an O of surprise. “Pushed the breath out of me! You are so goddamn
—”
Griff kissed his colarbone gently, then puled out a little, so little, and nudged in again, pushing firmly until he sank inside. “There it is. Give it up. Give your ass to me.”
Dante grunted and his shaft jerked involuntarily between them. He lifted his head so they could see each other.
“Someone liked that.” Griff smiled down and smoothed wet raven curls away from the handsome face.
Dante nodded, smiling. His eyes were watering and he was fighting to breathe normaly.
Up close, an inch away, face to face, Griff realized for the first time that Dante’s eyes looked velvet black but had a slight green cast to them, like scarabs…
an emerald iridescence only visible from kissing distance.
I never knew.
Dante closed them and roled his head groggily, his lips dark red against his quicksilver smile.
Griff moved with excruciating slowness. His arms shook with the strain of holding back. “Feel that?” That’s how much I love you.
“It’s like….” Dante’s words were slurred and dreamy. “It’s like being jerked off from the inside ’cause you’re so whoa-my-God wide… wow.” Dante’s tongue snuck out to lick his swolen lips, which was too much of a temptation.
Griff folded down close to steal a kiss. He looked right into those dark scarab eyes, brushing their mouths together. Against his navel, he felt Dante’s erection leaking a
continuous trickle of precum, making cobwebs between them. Cock webs. Griff smiled and Dante smiled back without knowing why.
Tell him: I love you.
Griff raised his blunt fingers to put them in Dante’s mouth, and he bit them gently, sucking them. Griff driled in at a different angle and—
Something sparkled and spattered his abdomen.
“Holy shit!” Dante’s rod was spraying the air between them suddenly with scorching wetness. “I’m not coming. That isn’t me coming. Holy Christ, don’t move.”
“What do you—?” Griff shook his head in confusion.
“I dunno. You hit something and it just… hang on. Ful! It’s stil happening. Ohmygod that’s amazing. Just go slow or you’re gonna make me do it again.” Griff laughed and flexed his boner inside his lover. “And that’s bad, why?”
“I don’t—I couldn’t control—” Dante turned his head to the side and threw an arm over his face. “So fucking lame. Goddamn teenager. Jeez. I can’t believe I lost it—sorry.”
“Hey. Hey! Don’t hide from me.” Griff puled the arm away and smoothed sweaty hair out of his face, leaning down for a kiss, growling, “I’m not fucking done with you.”
Dante groaned and puled Griff’s hips closer with his legs until that battering ram was buried inside him, stretching him impossibly. “There’s so much of you, man. I’m trying to get a handle.”
Golden hands slipped over Griff’s wet skin, looking for purchase. They were too slick. Dante finaly slid his arms around Griff’s ribs and squeezed him in a kind of humping bear hug. Between his cheeks, the tight knot of muscle milked the ful fat length of Griff’s erection; Dante’s whole body squeezed around it.
Dante’s black-green eyes found his. “Good?”
“Ungh. Uh-yeah. That. How are…?” Griff groaned and gasped his approval. “Keep doing—keep that.” Dante’s tan legs squeezed around his back, the soft, sooty hairs plastered with their mixed sweat and sliding over his high flexing haunches. The circle of Dante’s sinewy arms squeezing their chests together and Griff licking his throat again and again.
Dante’s dick was trapped in the cage they made, slipping between their abdomens and leaking honey. Dante’s mouth against his babbled nonsense in Italian.
Every slam of Griff’s hips forced the air out of him, and he was pushing his hips up to meet the thrusts.
“Hard… harder.” Dante’s voice was hoarse and frantic. He was straining like he was climbing a sheer rock face, puling himself up toward something impossible. Like he was trying to get away, but he wanted to take Griff with him wherever he was going.
“Do you feel that? Do you feel where I am? I’m fucking you, Dante.”
Dante grunted every time he touched bottom, air whooshing out of him, his ass straining to accept the girth, his eyes watering with the strain. So stretched.
For the first time in his life, Griff was proud of his thick pole instead of worried. His flesh was doing something irrevocable to Dante.
With one hand, Griff reached down where they were joined, and ran a finger around that perfect stretched hole, tracing the exact ridge where his dick was wedged inside, stretching Dante so completely.
God, don’t let me hurt him more than he needs me to.
Dante’s ass was clamped so firmly on Griff that the skin of his dick couldn’t move against the condom; his blunt erection slid inside the foreskin and kept the friction from rubbing the tender opening raw. They were fused so tightly that he could barely tel where he stopped and Dante began. One beast.
Griff groaned and covered Dante’s loose mouth with his own, driving his tongue in to steal the stars from his eyes, the fire from his mind.
“Dante, open your eyes. I’m right here. Look.”
Dante grunted, squirming closer.
Griff lifted an inch and spoke right into his mouth. “We should never be farther apart than this.” Dante panted and nodded. His eyes were wet, watching Griff’s, and a tear leaked out the corner of one into the sweat on the beautiful Roman face. Dante’s hot ass, kneading and milking harsh pleasure out of him.
Their hips thudding together, Griff yelped at the heat. He felt like his skin had shrunk and his spirit was about to pop free. Griff licked the salty trail away and kissed both eyes, black lashes against his lips.
Tell him: I love you.
His fingers roamed over Dante, marking his skin with handprints, memorizing it. “This belongs to me. Only me. No one else can have it. Not even you. It’s mine. You’re mine.”
Dante whimpered and nodded, pleading.
“Your spit is mine. Your skin. The way you smel.” Griffin kept fucking Dante like a brute, pounding him with savage punctuation. He could feel Dante’s nipples rubbed raw against his wet, furry chest.
This is what I need. This is who I am.
Dante reached up, pushing his hands into Griffin’s thick red hair, his long body shaking and grunting with the impacts. Dante was crying and kissing him so hard that one of their lips was bleeding, the coppery taste in both their mouths.
Griff rubbed his stubbled face against Dante’s shadowed jaw, sucking and biting it like a tiger. “Those sounds are mine. Your cum. You can’t give it to anyone else.”
“Please, Griffin. Please!” Dante’s eyes were scorched, the pupils dilated with need; his mouth was loose as he begged with his whole body.
“Say it. Look in my eyes and tel me. Whose is it? Never again, Dante. You hear? Listen to me.” Griff could feel a spark in his lower back as his ass hammered at Dante.
Griff arched back, bracing one beefy palm in the center of Dante’s chest over his thundering heart so he could see everything while he was feeling it, memorizing the way Dante’s muscles shook with the thrusts and his midnight hair twisted in the cushions, the whole footbal couch creaking as he tried to make them into one thing, one thing, one thing….
What if it’s only this once?
“Something is happening. I can’t stop—” Dante widened his eyes and spread his arms like he’d been thrown out of a plane, like the ground was rushing to meet him. He didn’t touch his hardness. “Agh! What are you doing to me? The fuck are you doing to me?!” I’m loving you. Tell him.
Griff felt his bals drawing up, a hard knot at the base of his dick, readying the load he needed to put inside Dante. “I’m not gonna let you hurt yourself anymore. I’m not gonna let you be lonely or hurt or afraid. Ungh. Mmmph. Every part of you is mine, D. Beautiful and ugly.” They slid and slapped against each other. The couch was soaked with sweat. Griff braced one leg for purchase so he could push a little closer, get a little deeper. Dante’s vein-strapped erection jerked untouched between them, dark with urgency.
“Inside of me. Something….” Dante gasped appreciatively, his mouth an O of surprise and his eyes blind. “Oh my God, Griffin! Inside. I can’t stop—oh Jesus Christ! I’m not even touching—it feels…. I’m not—”
Griff drove himself into the flexing satin heat and stayed planted, so deep he was sure his hardness was nudging Dante’s heart. He felt the slick muscle clamp along his length, milking him and puling him that tiny bit closer. His arms buckled, and he let his ful weight drive him ful-length into Dante.
With that, Dante roared—threw his head back, greedy and groaning and begging as hot spirals of cum splatted between them up to his mouth. His hands dug into Griff’s flexed back. The smel was everywhere: salt, musk, and the funk of his semen. Al Dante. The walnut tang of it filed their mouths so that they could taste it in each other’s kiss. Their torsos slid in it, smearing hot together as Dante gulped air and rode the feeling as far as he could, and it was starry heaven.
Griff fought his orgasm with everything he had. Stil pushed deep and unmoving, he stayed rigid, trying to stop the inevitable, impossible pleasure as Dante’s body spasmed around him, but he knew: he was going to come. Even if he didn’t thrust, he was going to come in Dante’s flexing ass. Jesus-Mary-and-Joseph, he was breeding his best friend and he had asked for it and the
y were both stone sober and wide awake. He could feel that bal of lightning at the base of his spine and his hips hunched uncontrolably closer, a half-inch deeper.
At that, Dante’s scarab eyes— dark glass-green and I never knew— opened to look right into his gray, into him, and that was it.
Griff puled back his ful length once and drove his club of a cock one last time into that tight, sweet ring, roaring and nailing Dante to the sofa and turning himself inside out as he tried to get deep enough—just emptying-emptying-emptying everything he had inside Dante where it belonged. Somewhere far away, it felt like Dante was coming again, filed with him.
The room was suddenly quiet. Dante panted and whimpered, not looking at him, hiding his eyes. Sweat and semen slid hot between them.
Griff felt the room fade back into view around them as his focus on Dante softened; the whole world suddenly phosphoresced. No way was sex ever like this. This felt too good to be normal. How am I gonna be normal with him? His own breath coming in huge gulps as he tried to slow the heart hammering behind his ribs.
So much for experimenting. So much for curious.
A dog barked down in the street.
Griff shivered and realized he had fucked up worse than either of them could have imagined. Nothing would undo what had happened. Nothing they could say would erase this. Nothing in his life would ever make him happy but this, and Dante was trying not to meet his eyes. Oh shit. Why won’t he look up? His skin chiled; his stomach knotted. And Dante wasn’t looking at him, was actualy trying to avoid looking at him.
Dante’s face was crushed into the sweaty sofa pilows, his hair knotted and his eyes barely open.
I hurt him.
Griff could feel the panic building. Had he forced him? Had a joke just gotten out of hand?
I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, D.
Griffin felt his erection soften and slip free, the condom ful. He held it awkwardly.
Dante winced, curling his legs up so he was on his side, and Griff’s heart turned into a sack of ice in his chest.
Griff crouched over the space where Dante had lain, memorizing them together. He couldn’t think, didn’t know where to be on the couch. Should he go?