Take My Body (Curse Bound 2)

Caspian exhaled, pulling Gunner’s buttocks apart. He stopped moving, and the reason for it made goosebumps erupt all over Gunner’s flesh. Caspian was staring at his butthole. Just watching it, while he stood with his legs parted, so very eager to give his man anything he might want. His insides felt so ready to stretch and accommodate Caspian’s dick, but as embarrassing as this moment was, Gunner longed for more. To experience everything before unknown magic took this away from them.

Caspian started slow, as if Gunner wasn’t eager enough already, but by the time he replaced his fingers with lips and tongue, Gunner’s cock was so very hard he wished for something less gentle.

No such luck, because his lover seemed intent on taunting him until Gunner begged.

“Please…” Gunner uttered, with his cheek flat against the tiles.

“Please what?” Caspian teased and blew hot air at the damp skin of Gunner’s crack.

That was it. There were limits to Gunner’s patience, and right now, all he could think of was Caspian’s thick rod spearing his hungry hole. He turned around, and just as Caspian opened his mouth in protest, Gunner pushed on his shoulders, forcing him to the floor. Technically, he didn’t have enough strength to force Caspian to do anything, but the moment of surprise was enough to go through with his evil scheme.

As soon as Caspian’s ass hit the tiles, Gunner straddled his hips and wrapped his arms around his thick neck, planting a kiss on his lips.

The broad mouth widened in a smile, and Caspian slapped his damp hands on Gunner’s ass, making him arch at the flash of pain. “What is it, needy, greedy boy? You want my cock in your fuckhole this much? It’s not like you’d die without it,” he whispered and reached to the side, grabbing a bottle of baby oil Zahra probably used for her skin.

Gunner bit his lips, fighting the pinch of sadness that tainted his thoughts. He rocked against Caspian’s slick fingers when they slipped against his ass. “I would,” he choked out. “I’d die.”

Caspian’s smile froze, but he didn’t pull away or chastise Gunner for reminding him of their situation.

“Come here, baby,” he whispered instead, pulling Gunner’s head to rest on his shoulder while he pushed one slickened finger up his hole, without any more preamble. They were both desperate for closeness, and Gunner hung his weight on Caspian’s neck, then moved his legs around him and locked them behind his back.

“It’ll be okay. I promise,” Caspian said next and kissed his way up Gunner’s throat as the digit went inside him up to the knuckle, spreading the oil.

Gunner nodded, too choked up to speak, and overwhelmed by the need to stay connected. He ran his fingertips over Caspian’s nape, trying to remember every single hair, every inch of skin, because this body he knew so well was different when Caspian lived inside it. Gunner’s perspective got turned on its head, and it didn’t feel strange at all to make love to someone who wore his flesh. It was him, and it also wasn’t.

None of it mattered when they moved as one.

Caspian pushed the bottle of oil away and must have been spreading the lubricant over his cock, because moments later, the tip pushed Gunner’s buttocks apart and nudged his hole.

“Ready?” Caspian whispered, nipping on Gunner’s lips, but he didn’t wait for an answer and tightened his arm, holding Gunner steady as the pressure rose, until his body relaxed and let in the cockhead.

“Oh, yes…” might have slipped out of Gunner’s lips when the hard dick made its way in, opening him up.

Nothing could compare to this closeness. The damp air smelled of orange and their arousal, and Gunner wished to explore every inch of Caspian’s wet skin as Caspian’s breath became more ragged. They moved in sync without having to discuss their needs, even though this gentle, more equal act wasn’t the kind of sex they usually had.

Since Caspian sat with his legs stretched out and Gunner in his lap, impaled on the hard cock, the position wasn’t made for vigorous thrusting, but now that the void inside him had been filled, Gunner felt much calmer and could think straight. He held on to Caspian with all his limbs while they moved, slowly rolling their bodies. The hard prick shifted within Gunner’s body, fueling the lust burning inside him, but its flames didn’t grow, keeping them both in that pleasant state of anticipation.

Caspian kept stroking Gunner’s back, his arms, buttocks, he even rubbed the flesh stretching around his dick, but they were in a trance, grinding endlessly while their mouths played, passing warm air and sweet saliva until the continuous sensation teasing Gunner’s prostate became too much, and his dick started twitching for attention.

He had no idea how long they lasted in the comfort of their sexual yet weirdly tender embrace, but once Caspian curled his hand around Gunner’s dick, everything sped up. It only took several strokes for Gunner to whimper and clutch at Caspian’s thick forearms as he came, clenching his ass over the stiff, hot prick inside him.