by Kora Knight
And now the maelstrom Tad had stirred inside him had reached a fevered pitch. Tipping his balance, making him reel. Just like he’d been doing to Tad.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
Fierce satisfaction raced through his veins.
But then Scott smiled his incredible smile… and kicked things to Category Five. Seriously, the guy had hurricane hips. Moving with crazy-ass speed. Tad growled beneath him, holding on tight. As if the dude could actually ground him. Yeah, not likely, no matter how solid he was. Especially since Scott wasn’t just working his prostate, but another sensitive sweet spot, too. That big ole tender one right behind Tad’s ribs.
Jesus. Whatever it was welling up between them, strengthening and tethering them through this insanely intimate act, not only had the power to gild him, but shatter his fucking heart. It was just that astoundingly strong.
Breathing hard, he gripped Scott’s nape. “That thing,” he panted, “that you wanted to show me...” He lifted his head and captured Scott’s mouth. “Thank you… Was incredible… I fucking loved it… Now I’m crazier for you than I already was.”
Scott groaned against his lips, pulling out and driving in. “Figured you’d like to know.”
As their ragged breaths mingled, Tad fisted Scott’s hair, his thrusts lighting up Tad’s ass like fireworks. Which, in turn, hammered white-hot jolts of rapture straight to his cock and balls. His trembling thighs squeezed as he kissed the guy harder, knowing any second his legs could lose their hold.
Scott’s mouth pulled away and trailed down his jaw as his dick kept working Tad’s depths. Hiking his pleasure to impossible heights. ’Til his grunts turned to moans and gasps.
But then he grazed his lips over Tad’s lobe, his pants hot puffs against his ear. “God… Last night… when I had to… let you go.” His hands slid down and gripped Tad’s ass, lifting it up as he pumped. “Felt like my insides were… fucking dying.” Harder, deeper delves, each punch a euphoric wringer. “Don’t ever,” he growled, “make me do that again.”
Tad’s moan was shallow, breaths coming so damn fast. “No… No way… That shit hurt… so damn bad.”
Scott’s thrusts came faster, as if spurred by his words. “Tell me… you need me... I wanna… hear you say it.”
A fresh bout of shockwaves bombarded Tad’s frame. “N-n-need you,” he strained out. “So bad it’s… insane.” He snapped his arms tightly around Scott’s body. “You’re m-my happy… my c-constant… my —uh, f-f-fuck— my everything.” Panting, he buried his face in Scott’s hair. “You’ve upended me,” he groaned. “And now… shit, now… Don’t wanna do life… without you.”
The satisfaction in Scott’s exhale was tangible. One by one, he took hold of Tad’s wrists and pinned them above his head. “Damn,” he murmured, entwining their fingers. “That was… Damn, that was beautiful.” His lips descended, then swiftly parted so his tongue could plunge inside. Shoving in deep like his dick down below. A heartbeat later, though, he broke the kiss. “Shit, babe,” he growled, the sound excited. “Now I wanna hear you say my name.”
And, yup, that was pretty much all the warning he gave.
Hips suddenly pounding like an army of pistons, he plowed Tad’s channel like a god.
Tad’s whole body bowed, every muscle going taut. “Oh— my God! Ungh! Fucking— aw, fuck!”
“Say it, shy boy. Say my name.”
But, holy hell, Tad couldn’t. Because he couldn’t even think. His mouth opened up then stalled freaking out as Scott fired out another round of thrusts.
“Give it to me,” Scott growled, hips smacking faster. “Gimme me what I need.”
Supernovas of ecstasy flared behind Tad’s eyes as a salvo of pleasure bombs exploded. Detonating blasts of raw, hard bliss down the length of his shaft. Squeezing Scott’s fingers, he let loose a shout. “Scott! Shit— Scott! Ungh— Baby! Gonna come!”
His man’s happy rumble vibrated against his chest. “Fuck, yeah, gorgeous… Just like that.” Then “just like that” Scott slowed his tempo as if wanting to just watch Tad’s face. “So damn beautiful. God, you make me feel drunk.” Releasing Tad’s fingers, he shifted his weight and curled a hand back around Tad’s throat. “Mine,” he breathed, thumb stroking Tad’s pulse. “Finally, you’re fucking mine.” As if passing the memo along to Tad’s prostate, he pushed his cock nice and deep.
Yo, G. Heads up, your ass is frickin’ mine.
Tad’s ragged moan vibrated beneath his palm. “Fuck, yeah,” he rasped, clutching the guy’s sides, a small smile curving his lips. “Just like every inch of you’s mine.”
Scott grinned. “I got a lotta inches. Sure you can handle ’em?” Letting go of Tad’s throat, he drew back his hips, then promptly surged them forward.
A grunt of air punched from Tad’s lungs. “Shit,” he laughed, feet dropping to Scott’s sides. Raising his ass to meet the next thrust, he leveled a heated look. “As long as your dick plays nice with my tonsils, we’ll all get along just fine.”
Scott barked out a laugh. “Can’t make any promises.”
And then he was back to business.
Tad growled, teeth clenching as his head cranked back. “Goddamn… Fucking love how you… fuck my ass.”
“Aw, shit,” Scott grunted. “Shy boy’s… talking dirty.”
“Shut it,” Tad panted, holding back a laugh. “Trying to… love on… your cock.”
“Mmm… You love my... ginormous cock.”
“Yeah… Thinkin’ about proposing… Think he’d marry… my sorry ass?”
“Doubt it… unless your ass… popped the question.”
Tad couldn’t hold back the laughter as he struggled for breath. “Really hope … your dick knows… sign language.”
Scott grinned and took his mouth, all playful and hot, as he splayed Tad’s hand between his own pecs. “How ’bout this guy… He’s a pretty done deal.”
Tad broke the kiss and stared at his fingers, relishing the fast steady beat. God, he loved that heart. Almost as much as its owner.
Overwhelmed in every way, he looked back up at Scott. Cheeks flushed, lips swollen, pupils dilated bigger than shit. Damn. He looked surreal…
Rumbling his tell-tale warning, Scott let go of his hand and thrust.
“Uh!” Tad gasped, ass clenching hard.
“Fuck, yeah,” Scott growled. “Grip my cock.”
And, holy hell, that was all he wrote.
Hooking his arms up under Tad’s knees, Scott leaned forward and started pounding. Which was totally awesome except for the fact that Tad was already on the brink. No frickin’ way he was going to last long.
Tidal waves of pleasure surged up his passage, then crashed into his balls. Tad’s abs went nuts, his slick hole clutching tighter—
spurring Scott to move even faster. Which, in turn, rocked his prostate into freaking oblivion. Pulse after pulse unloaded into his channel, setting off his tailbone, too. Next thing Tad knew, a motherfucking earthquake was dismantling his entire frame.
Mother of mayhem, he was going to implode.
Clutching Scott’s hips, he held on for dear life. With the way the guy had his whole body pitching, it was a miracle he was still on the bed. A testament to Scott’s strength —and sheer will to fuck— that he’d kept Tad in place for so long.
Fingers clutching tighter, he struggled to find his bearings. But with the way his nuts were up hugging his dick, he didn’t have a whole lot of time. Maybe the kiss Scott just unleashed would help distract his focus. Hungry tongue, demanding lips...
Shit, that just made things worse.
Didn’t stop him, though, from devouring Scott’s mouth. Like his lips and tongue had finally realized that they’d better do something quick. To win back any kind of fucking control. Because if Scott’s jerky thrusts and growling shudders were any indication, he wasn’t giving any more time-outs. The dude was done playing, had his pedal to the metal, gunning toward the finish line. Lust-drunk anticipation churned in Tad�
�s gut.
“Baby,” Scott panted, breaking their kiss. “Can’t hold back —fuck— any longer.”
In other words: Brace yourself. You’ve been warned.
Canting his hips, he spread his knees wider and—went fucking nuts. Nuts on Tad’s ass, and no, not just figuratively. His warm sac was literally thumping against his cheeks. All while pummeling the hell out of Tad’s channel and driving his g-spot insane. Man, the pleasure pumping from his prostate felt like mini-freaking-orgasms on repeat.
Thighs all quaking and pinned to his chest, Tad fumbled desperately for an anchor. Grasping at Scott’s hamstrings, then his hips again, then his ribs. Not that one existed with the way Scott was rocking his world. Packing his ass and balls so full of bliss, it was a wonder he hadn’t blown. Maybe he would, though, if his dick got some friction.
Yeah. Friction. That’d do the trick.
Lungs sawing, Tad reached for his cock and pumped. Base-to-tip, base-to-tip, recklessly fast. ’Til hot shards of ecstasy lashed at his shaft, then lanced into his groin. Shit, yeah. Oh, shit, yeah. So fucking close. So close, in fact, that he probably should’ve stopped, but only seemed able to stroke faster. Untapped rapture roared down his dick and seized his frickin’ nuts.
“Sh-sh-shit, Scott!” he choked out. “I’m g-gonna f-fucking come!” Because, yup, working his cock to the tune of Scott’s thrusts had just lit his flippin’ fuse. That infamous countdown tracking the seconds ’til his sac started launching cum.
Scott groaned as his big body rocked out a shudder. “Fuck… Me, too… Ah, fuck, you feel good.”
Closer and closer he wrenched Tad toward climax, that fuse burning faster and faster. Tad ground against Scott’s hips, heels digging into the bed as he pumped his dick even harder. And then a bomb-strength lick of ecstasy tore through the core of his junk.
“Scott! —Ungh!— Holy shit!”
Detonation hit hard, like a punch to his nuts, exploding surges of brutal pleasure from his groin to every cell.
“Ah!” He arched, cum powering up his cock. “Ah, baby! Oh, fuck!”
Scott snarled as his lean started to jerk. “Shit, yeah, shy boy. Love when you get loud.” Panting hard, his mouth crushed over Tad’s. “And owning these lips while you come.”
Tad’s back arched harder as tongue filled his mouth— and thick heat pelted his chest. Scott’s chest, too, with the force the stuff was pumping out of him. Not that the guy cared, or even freaking noticed, with the way he was dominating Tad’s—
“Fuck!” Scott’s every muscle locked rigid.
Ramming to the hilt, his dick started bucking deep inside Tad’s ass.
Tad fisted his hair, his own cock still firing rope after rope of hot cum. As if his nut sac had stockpiled the stuff or something. Motivated into mass production after Tuesday night’s tussle. Whatever the case, he just kept on releasing— to the strong, pulsing rhythm of that dick up his ass, pumping out its own mega-load.
Both men shook. And shuddered. And twitched. Until their sweating, panting, heaving bodies finally milked them dry.
Breathlessly, Scott kissed Tad’s cheek, then slumped down onto his chest.
Tad grunted from the weight, until a potent little aftershock rose up to rattle his frame. “Jesus,” he rasped. “This make-up sex shit is really fucking fantastic.”
“Right?” Scott chuckled against his neck. But then he growled and gave a thrust. “Don’t go getting any ideas.”
“Okay,” Tad groaned, eyes rolling back. “I’ll try really hard to be good.”
A weak purr thrummed against his skin. “You better. ’Cause next time, instead of walking away, I’ll yank your ass over my knee.”
Tad went motionless. “You threatening to spank me?”
Scott chuckled darkly. “To start with, yeah. But you know I wouldn’t stop at that.” He shifted slightly, torso sliding in Tad’s mess. “I mean, just think of all the stuff I could do with you in such a compromised position.”
Tad couldn’t help grinning. The man was shameless. Shaking his head, he nuzzled Scott’s hair, then wrapped him tightly in his arms. “Such a perv,” he sighed affectionately.
“Mm,” Scott murmured. “You love this perv.”
And he did. God, he really fucking did.
“So… I passed?” he asked. “Gonna give me another go?”
“I am.” Scott lifted his head, sated eyes meeting Tad’s. “Gonna give me another go, too.”
Tad cocked his head. “What do you mean?”
Those full lips quirked into a smile. “You’re my clean slate, Tad. And now I’m ready to try again.”
Tad looked at him oddly, not understanding.
Scott’s face turned a warm shade of happy. “With the whole relationship thing. Wanna start all over.”
Tad’s brows shot up. “You haven’t been dating?”
Scott shook his head.
“But why? And for how long?”
A small shrug. “Sometime after I moved in with Max. Just kinda lost the whole desire.” He glanced away, doing the math. “So, I guess that’s, what, almost ten years?”
Tad’s eyes bugged wide. “Get out.”
Scott chuckled. “Don’t get me wrong, that doesn’t mean I gave up sex. Despite popular belief, I’m not a saint.” Tad snorted. Scott grinned. But then paused for another shrug. “Though, honestly, I really haven’t had all that much. Just random one-nighters every couple blue moons.”
Still. That was a long freaking time to avoid that kind of connection. A bittersweet gratefulness rose into Tad’s chest. After all this time, Scott found something in him that made him want to try again. To give love a second chance. Though, what exactly Scott found, Tad had no flippin’ clue. And honestly didn’t care. All that mattered was that Scott found him worthy of risking his incredible heart.
Tad smiled, fingers reaching up to run along Scott’s jaw. “Well, I guess it’s kinda fitting, since I’m sorta starting over, too.”
“That’s right.” Scott smiled, his gorgeous eyes glittering. “No more sleepwalking for you.” Slipping from Tad’s heat, he rose on all fours and looked down at their stomachs. “Jesus, you’re a bountiful thing.”
Tad winced, eyeing his mess, then cracked up laughing. “Hey now, baby. That shit’s on you.”
Scott smirked and climbed off the bed. “Literally.” Heading for the bathroom, he paused in the door, giving Tad a satisfied once-over. “Don’t move. Gonna get something to clean you up.”
As he turned back around, Tad’s gaze dropped to admire his ass. Firm and sculpted, and all fucking his. God, it felt good to know that for sure. To be out of that hellhole of frustrating uncertainty. Scott’s explanations earlier and the sexfest they’d just finished had completely set him at ease.
Exhaling fully for what felt like the first time in ages, he closed his eyes and melted into the bed. Already, he could feel the ache of exertion slowly settling in. He shifted atop the covers, relishing the intensity of one sore spot in particular. Oh, yeah. He’d be feeling it there for days. And didn’t that make him smile.
The sound of running water tugged at his attention, but it wasn’t until Scott reentered the room that he forced himself out of his musings. And damn, was he glad he did. Got to watch six feet of well-tapped gorgeousness saunter back across the room. Scott’s torso still glistened from where he’d washed off Tad’s mess, his hanging cock back to bare. So good to see he’d ditched the condom, but forgone covering up.
Towel in hand, he climbed back onto the bed. Tad reached for the thing, but Scott shook his head.
“Nope. I got this.”
With a sexy smirk, he straddled Tad’s thighs and got busy cleaning things up. Hot, damp softness, all slow yet meticulous as he tended to Tad’s ass, balls and cock. And then he worked that towel higher. Abs and navel, pecs and collarbone. Even some swipes to the chin.
Through sleepy eyes, Tad watched him move. Scott’s touch made him think of that night on his table. Not only had his
hands been all over Tad then too, but he’d also used similar steaming towels. An added effort to sooth Tad’s tension. ‘Cause, man, had he been tense. And now he understood why. His body had been warring unceasingly with his head over a craving he’d been powerless to ignore. Or overcome. His intrinsic, deep-seated attraction to Scott. A game that was over before it’d even begun. Tad just hadn’t been ready to admit it yet.
“Damn,” Scott murmured. “I can literally hear your brain churning.”
Tad blinked up at him, willing his cheeks not to heat. Didn’t work.
Scott chuckled softly. “Penny for your thoughts.”
Tad couldn’t help smiling. Settling his hands atop Scott’s knees, he let them absently roam. “Just reflecting, I guess. On the times we’ve hung out. And how things’ve ended up like they have.”
Scott’s eyes flickered with genuine intrigue. “Expound?”
Tad gave a little shrug. “I dunno. I guess in hindsight, I just find a lot of things interesting. Cool even.”
Scott listened quietly. Guess he wanted him to continue.
Tad shifted against the bed and tried to organize his thoughts. “I see a lot of symbolism, in this journey I’ve taken.” Scott tilted his head curiously. Tad chuckled, finding his expression, well, cute. “Like the first night we met. That stupid frickin’ wall you have. Its shackles were like all the things preventing me from opening that side of myself, holding me back from the truth. And that cloth you had around my eyes? That was like the blinders I’ve been wearing all my life.” Absently, he gripped Scott’s thighs. “And then… well, the initial pain of your flogger. Not so different from how uncomfortable it was to admit how much you worked me up. How much I loved it. And, God, just like the way that flogging ended, all the discomfort I had to endure ultimately brought me to bliss.”
Scott’s dark gaze warmed, his expression softening. “Tell me more. I love this.”
Tad flushed, his first instinct to look away. But he didn’t. Seemed his desire to please Scott had, somewhere along the way, moved to top priority.