throbbed at the thought, and his balls ached at the sight of John sprawled before him, open and ready. With his oil-slicked hand, he fondled John’s balls before reaching below, slipping a finger into him.
John arched against the mattress and thrust down with his hips, burying Brom to the knuckle inside him. With a feeling of relief, Brom added another finger – clearly, their first time hadn’t made John reluctant to let Brom enter him again. In fact, John’s channel tightened around Brom’s fingers, gripping them tight and making him wish he’d thrust his cock inside instead. Withdrawing, he lowered himself between John’s legs again.
Brom took his cock in his hand and guided it inside John’s body, locking gazes with the man as he slid inside him in one long, slow thrust.
John squeezed his eyes shut and moaned, wrapping his arms tightly around Brom’s neck. The embrace increased the heat burning inside Brom, and he leaned into it, pressing a brief kiss against John’s lips as he rocked his hips. “How is it?” His voice came out rougher than he’d expected, as if John’s hold was choking him from the inside. Maybe it was.
“As good as the first time,” John breathed. “No, better.”
Brom thrust again, a shiver of delight running down his spine when John writhed beneath him, embracing him even more tightly. “I didn’t think the first time was good for you.” Brom lifted a hand and smoothed a thumb across John’s cheekbone, tracing the faint scrape that reddened it.
“It was. At the end I was confused, angry – but it felt good. And now I know the truth.” He bore down with his hips, sinking Brom to the root.
“Damn it,” Brom breathed. “You’ll make me spill myself too soon. Be still.” He tried not to sound as if John’s admission of pleasure had him glowing from the inside – which it did – as he unwrapped John’s arms from around his neck and pressed them against the mattress, pinning them down. He missed the feeling of John wrapped tightly around him, but liked looking down at him while he was unable to move much, other than a faint rocking of his hips that sent fresh heat surging through Brom’s entire being.
Brom thrust hard into him and groaned in satisfaction when John cried out. Taking the cue, he thrust harder, faster, his heartbeat escalating along with John’s gasps. As the intensity built, he kept his gaze on John’s face, refusing to give himself the chance to forget exactly which man he was making love to. The sight of John’s damp lips, parted in ecstasy, and the dark lashes fringing his closed eyes, kept Brom in the present, and the ghosts of the past at bay.
John’s cries were wordless, but the meaning was clear in their sheer rawness, in the way that his channel tightened around Brom’s cock, threatening to milk him dry. Liquid warmth hit Brom’s belly as John came, and the sensation sent his desire spiraling out of control. With a deep groan, he thrust hard, spilling himself deep inside John.
It had been so long since he’d known such absolute release that he’d forgotten what it felt like. He rode the sensation to its peak and beyond, stilling only when the pleasure faded and his motions became faintly painful. As he withdrew, the bliss remained. Hot, wet and feeling strangely light, he lowered himself onto the bed beside John.
A shimmer of heat seared his skin when John buried his hands in Brom’s hair, his fingers tight against his skull, and drew him close for a last, lingering kiss. Brom had thought his body incapable of experiencing more erotic sensation, at least for a while, but was proven wrong. Heat unfurled inside him and made his lips tingle as they melded with John’s, and the other man’s breath filled his mouth. Finally, he let his eyes drift shut, and knew he wasn’t in danger of forgetting it was John beside him.
* * * * *
Brom rode the gelding he’d worked with the day before, using the trip as an excuse to
John arched against the mattress and thrust down with his hips, burying Brom to the knuckle inside him. With a feeling of relief, Brom added another finger – clearly, their first time hadn’t made John reluctant to let Brom enter him again. In fact, John’s channel tightened around Brom’s fingers, gripping them tight and making him wish he’d thrust his cock inside instead. Withdrawing, he lowered himself between John’s legs again.
Brom took his cock in his hand and guided it inside John’s body, locking gazes with the man as he slid inside him in one long, slow thrust.
John squeezed his eyes shut and moaned, wrapping his arms tightly around Brom’s neck. The embrace increased the heat burning inside Brom, and he leaned into it, pressing a brief kiss against John’s lips as he rocked his hips. “How is it?” His voice came out rougher than he’d expected, as if John’s hold was choking him from the inside. Maybe it was.
“As good as the first time,” John breathed. “No, better.”
Brom thrust again, a shiver of delight running down his spine when John writhed beneath him, embracing him even more tightly. “I didn’t think the first time was good for you.” Brom lifted a hand and smoothed a thumb across John’s cheekbone, tracing the faint scrape that reddened it.
“It was. At the end I was confused, angry – but it felt good. And now I know the truth.” He bore down with his hips, sinking Brom to the root.
“Damn it,” Brom breathed. “You’ll make me spill myself too soon. Be still.” He tried not to sound as if John’s admission of pleasure had him glowing from the inside – which it did – as he unwrapped John’s arms from around his neck and pressed them against the mattress, pinning them down. He missed the feeling of John wrapped tightly around him, but liked looking down at him while he was unable to move much, other than a faint rocking of his hips that sent fresh heat surging through Brom’s entire being.
Brom thrust hard into him and groaned in satisfaction when John cried out. Taking the cue, he thrust harder, faster, his heartbeat escalating along with John’s gasps. As the intensity built, he kept his gaze on John’s face, refusing to give himself the chance to forget exactly which man he was making love to. The sight of John’s damp lips, parted in ecstasy, and the dark lashes fringing his closed eyes, kept Brom in the present, and the ghosts of the past at bay.
John’s cries were wordless, but the meaning was clear in their sheer rawness, in the way that his channel tightened around Brom’s cock, threatening to milk him dry. Liquid warmth hit Brom’s belly as John came, and the sensation sent his desire spiraling out of control. With a deep groan, he thrust hard, spilling himself deep inside John.
It had been so long since he’d known such absolute release that he’d forgotten what it felt like. He rode the sensation to its peak and beyond, stilling only when the pleasure faded and his motions became faintly painful. As he withdrew, the bliss remained. Hot, wet and feeling strangely light, he lowered himself onto the bed beside John.
A shimmer of heat seared his skin when John buried his hands in Brom’s hair, his fingers tight against his skull, and drew him close for a last, lingering kiss. Brom had thought his body incapable of experiencing more erotic sensation, at least for a while, but was proven wrong. Heat unfurled inside him and made his lips tingle as they melded with John’s, and the other man’s breath filled his mouth. Finally, he let his eyes drift shut, and knew he wasn’t in danger of forgetting it was John beside him.
* * * * *
Brom rode the gelding he’d worked with the day before, using the trip as an excuse to
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