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The Man Who Loved Cole Flores (Dig Two Graves 1)

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“Careful,” Cole whispered, tightening his hold on Ned’s hips to keep him up.

“What was that? Do that again,” Ned said, dazed and flushed as Cole’s stomach kissed his buttocks. His hole was stretched around the hard cock with no pain to speak of, instead throbbing as if it wanted more. More touch, more friction. More dick.

“I want to see your face,” Cole complained.

Ned grinned and pointed to the mirror, proud of the way his firm thighs looked. Cole’s gaze met his in the reflection, and he pulled out, once again teasing Ned’s insides. He went slow, with care, filling Ned with his girth.

“Fuck… that’s the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen,” Cole mumbled, and the kiss he pressed between Ned’s shoulder blades made them both shake with pleasure. He grabbed one of the pillows, and before Ned could have asked what this was about, he stuffed the fluffy thing under their hips.

Ned spread his thighs a bit wider to accommodate him as they both collapsed on top of the pillow. Ned grunted, shifting so his cock would be comfortable in the folds of fabric, but as Cole entered him again and triggered jolts of pleasure that sparked even at the tips of Ned’s toes, it became clear how wrong he’d been about this act.

He did feel full, yes, and enjoyed Cole touching him very much, but where he’d expected this to feel like a selfless act meant to benefit his lover, it was him who experienced sensations too overwhelming to put into words. When the angle of Cole’s thrusts changed, Ned cried out at the surprising jerk of pleasure and twisted his fingers in the sheets. Any other man would have been ashamed of being seen losing all inhibitions like this, but Cole’s eyes shone with arousal, and Ned refused to be embarrassed by an act that gave them both so much delight.

He arched his shoulders and lifted his hips in a silent demand. Whatever the spot inside him was, it sent a scorching shock of pleasure to his cock each time it was under pressure, and Ned wanted more.

Until just minutes ago, he hadn’t been aware how desperate his insides were for Cole’s hard prick, but when his lover didn’t enter him fast enough, Ned pushed back, uttering a broken sound when the cock hit the nub inside almost too hard.

They soon settled into a comfortable position, with Ned’s prick trapped between his own stomach and the pillow, and Cole’s knees pushing Ned’s apart. His long, wiry body stretched over Ned, hugging him so tightly each spasm of the hard muscles around Cole’s stomach was palpable against Ned’s back. His long arms snaked their way up Ned’s form so their fingers could entwine, and his hairy thighs tickled Ned’s. They couldn’t have been any closer if they tried.

Ned had no idea how much he'd wanted to hold hands until their fingers slotted together, as was often the case with him and Cole. Too overwhelmed by the firm thrusts to speak, he could communicate by squeezing Cole’s hands, and their wordless connection was a thing of beauty. In the mirror, he saw them moving together, as if they’d been meant to join like this all along. Emotion rose in Ned’s chest, making his eyes blur, until he became flustered and hid his face in the sheets.

Cole must have taken it as a good sign, because his hips went at it like a machine, pistoning his cock in and out of Ned’s hole at a rapid pace. Ned rocked back, mumbling as the hard dick poked at him, and increasingly desperate as the friction somehow traveled all over his body and scorched the contents of his skull. All he needed was that bit… that bit of rhythm… and… just a bit more…

He came with a cry, unloading onto the pillow, bucking his hips as he rode the hot pocket of fabric under him. Cole hummed, shivering as if his prick were getting the milking of its life. Ned was glad he was horizontal, because he would have fallen face-first otherwise, his knees so soft he couldn’t even kneel.

The hard thrusts Cole unleashed on him were almost too much too handle, as if Ned’s insides had become too tender for such hard poking, but then Cole pressed his mouth to Ned’s ear, licking and kissing in between whispers. “So good… ohh Neddie. My Neddie.”

Shivering with pride, Ned arched his back, staring into the mirror, where Cole clung to him, hammering his hips against Ned’s until his thrusts grew erratic and lost their rhythm. His handsome features twitched in that deliciously familiar way. His prick pulsed inside Ned and released heat that had all of the hair on Ned’s body bristling.

How was it that no one talked about how brain-numbingly good this felt? Or had he just not been paying attention because the topic of this kind of filthy talk between men was always women?


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