channel in a deep in and out corkscrew motion, stretching Sirus’s flaming ring with every turn. Sirus’s belly tightened and his cock twitched as he stared, unable to tear his gaze away as Grey’s fingers disappeared into his rectum again and again. Grey grazed Sirus’s prostate with every stroke, but pushed a third finger in and widened Sirus’s passage even more with agonizingly painful pleasure, killing Sirus with the need for something longer, harder, thicker to penetrate his ass to the hilt.
Sirus’s walls shivered all around the invasion, clutching with a strong squeeze.
“Jesus.” Grey looked up and found Sirus’s eyes as he eased his fingers in as far as he could get them, and then slowly pulled them back out, driving Sirus’s backside crazy for more. “You have an incredibly responsive ass.”
Sirus wanted Grey so goddamned badly right now his body hurt with it. “Fuck it then. Take me, Grey, please.” Sirus heard the plea for connection in his voice, and hated it. He growled, covering the slip of weakness with naked rawness that lacked any hint of intimacy. “Fuck my ass. Hard.” He pushed up, jamming his stretched ring into Grey’s hand. He could not let this be anything more than sex. Sirus screamed those words in his mind, above the lust and passion, and didn’t quiet the voice until the message hardened in his heart. “Do it,” he commanded, his voice harsh. “Give me your fucking cock deep, right now.” He demanded it, and didn’t back down.
*
Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Grey had never been harder in his life.
His prick reared against his belly in reaction to Sirus’s tone, smearing a line of precum onto his skin. He had his fingers invading Sirus’s ass to the second knuckle, with Sirus’s burning channel clamped tight and quivering around the penetration. The visual swelled Grey’s balls, making them weighty and achy, and he knew his response would be a thousand times more mind-blowing when it was his cock encased in the suffocating home of Sirus’s ass.
No, don’t think like that. Panic constricted Grey’s chest in a painful band. Sirus’s body is not your home.
On instinct, Grey withdrew his fingers from Sirus’s asshole and smacked his hip, gaining the man’s full attention. “Roll over.” His voice was full of grit, but that, Grey could not hide or control. He forced himself to study Sirus’s stunning form as purely something of physical perfection, and tried not to think about the man who made beautiful pieces of art, kissed like he needed the act in order to breathe, and who didn’t snore. Grey looked at the male body and edged out the man he was accidentally getting to know. He looked down and teased his finger into Sirus’s open entrance again, focusing back on just the sexual. “On your hands and knees.” He eased his finger out of Sirus’s channel just as quickly as he had poked in, then reached over to the couch and grabbed the hem of Sirus’s coat, pulling to the edge of the seat. “I want a nice view of my cock taking your sweet ass.”
Grey’s hand trembled as he felt around in Sirus’s pockets for the lube, but he refused to shy away from the intensity heating Sirus’s eyes to charcoal. As he waited for the man to roll over, Grey watched, unwavering, challenging the fire burning hot in Sirus’s gaze.
Sirus lifted up to his elbows, but didn’t make any effort to shift his position. In fact, he looked downright defiant, and Grey’s pulse started to race.
Never let them see you bested; never let them see you sweat . Remembering his words to live by, Grey palmed the bottle of lube and got right back between Sirus’s spread thighs. On his knees, he looked down into Sirus’s eyes and didn’t blink. “You want me to flip you over and hold you down, fuck you that way?” Grey squeezed out a dollop of lube, dropped the bottle, and slipped his middle finger into Sirus’s ass again, pushing through the tight, moist tunnel until he hit the kill
Sirus’s walls shivered all around the invasion, clutching with a strong squeeze.
“Jesus.” Grey looked up and found Sirus’s eyes as he eased his fingers in as far as he could get them, and then slowly pulled them back out, driving Sirus’s backside crazy for more. “You have an incredibly responsive ass.”
Sirus wanted Grey so goddamned badly right now his body hurt with it. “Fuck it then. Take me, Grey, please.” Sirus heard the plea for connection in his voice, and hated it. He growled, covering the slip of weakness with naked rawness that lacked any hint of intimacy. “Fuck my ass. Hard.” He pushed up, jamming his stretched ring into Grey’s hand. He could not let this be anything more than sex. Sirus screamed those words in his mind, above the lust and passion, and didn’t quiet the voice until the message hardened in his heart. “Do it,” he commanded, his voice harsh. “Give me your fucking cock deep, right now.” He demanded it, and didn’t back down.
*
Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Grey had never been harder in his life.
His prick reared against his belly in reaction to Sirus’s tone, smearing a line of precum onto his skin. He had his fingers invading Sirus’s ass to the second knuckle, with Sirus’s burning channel clamped tight and quivering around the penetration. The visual swelled Grey’s balls, making them weighty and achy, and he knew his response would be a thousand times more mind-blowing when it was his cock encased in the suffocating home of Sirus’s ass.
No, don’t think like that. Panic constricted Grey’s chest in a painful band. Sirus’s body is not your home.
On instinct, Grey withdrew his fingers from Sirus’s asshole and smacked his hip, gaining the man’s full attention. “Roll over.” His voice was full of grit, but that, Grey could not hide or control. He forced himself to study Sirus’s stunning form as purely something of physical perfection, and tried not to think about the man who made beautiful pieces of art, kissed like he needed the act in order to breathe, and who didn’t snore. Grey looked at the male body and edged out the man he was accidentally getting to know. He looked down and teased his finger into Sirus’s open entrance again, focusing back on just the sexual. “On your hands and knees.” He eased his finger out of Sirus’s channel just as quickly as he had poked in, then reached over to the couch and grabbed the hem of Sirus’s coat, pulling to the edge of the seat. “I want a nice view of my cock taking your sweet ass.”
Grey’s hand trembled as he felt around in Sirus’s pockets for the lube, but he refused to shy away from the intensity heating Sirus’s eyes to charcoal. As he waited for the man to roll over, Grey watched, unwavering, challenging the fire burning hot in Sirus’s gaze.
Sirus lifted up to his elbows, but didn’t make any effort to shift his position. In fact, he looked downright defiant, and Grey’s pulse started to race.
Never let them see you bested; never let them see you sweat . Remembering his words to live by, Grey palmed the bottle of lube and got right back between Sirus’s spread thighs. On his knees, he looked down into Sirus’s eyes and didn’t blink. “You want me to flip you over and hold you down, fuck you that way?” Grey squeezed out a dollop of lube, dropped the bottle, and slipped his middle finger into Sirus’s ass again, pushing through the tight, moist tunnel until he hit the kill
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