Painted On My Heart

Having Kellus bent over the art table had to be one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. He released Kel’s hair and stepped back to admire the view, not wanting to miss a thing.

“Holy fuck, Kel.” Arik groaned, twisting his grip on his own cock and giving it a tug. He was so fucking amped. He wanted Kellus on a level that almost bordered on absurdity. He moved back to Kellus, releasing himself so he could run both his hands over Kellus’s smooth skin. “So fucking beautiful,” he said and arched his hips, pressing his groin against the firm globes of Kellus’s ass. The small gasp that escaped Kellus’s lips had him imagining all the different and depraved ways he could guarantee another.

The sight of Kellus spread out like an offering for him, along with the smell of paint, mineral spirits, and arousal had his balls growing torturously heavy with need. After this, he probably wouldn’t ever be able to walk into a paint store without immediately thinking about Kellus and getting hard. He leaned in and ran his nose up the back of Kellus’s neck, his lips claiming ownership with every press to Kellus’s skin.

The need to make Kellus his niggled at the back of his mind. He wanted to be able to call this man his more than he’d ever wanted anything. Hopefully someday Kel would realize how serious he was and quit fighting him every step of the way.

Kellus turned his head to look over his shoulder, his blue eyes almost black as he spoke. “You make me want things I shouldn’t.”

“Then we’re on even ground.” Arik watched as Kel’s full lips parted to say something, and the only thing he could think about was how they would feel moving against his, and all he really wanted in that moment was to sample them at his leisure. Like a man possessed, he swooped in and claimed Kellus’s mouth—fast and desperate, hard and unforgiving, draping himself across the artist’s back. He eased his hand down the side of Kel’s hip and slid it forward to grip his hard cock. Kellus groaned, his hips moving ever so slightly back and forth; his firm length sliding perfectly through Arik’s fist.

Arik released Kel long enough to rip open the package with his teeth, drizzle the lube on his fingers then wipe the rest across Kellus’s hole before tossing the empty package back onto the wooden surface. He spread Kel’s ass cheeks and used his thumbs to massage his opening, alternately dipping his thumbs in and stretching Kel as he worked the lube inside.

“So gorgeous like this, Kel.” Arik bent in, pressing open-mouthed kisses down Kel’s spine and licking across the swell of his ass. He moved his hand, so that his index finger teased at Kel’s entrance. Kellus pushed back against his finger and it slipped inside easily. He pushed the digit in and out a few times before adding another, curling them slightly to rake across the bundle of nerves, drawing a heavy breath from Kel. Arik added a third and fucked Kel’s ass with his fingers, pumping them in and out of his body. Kel moaned as he took his own dick in hand and stroked firmly.

“I want you, Arik,” Kel whispered.

Arik didn’t waste any time. He swiped what he needed from the table, rolled the condom down his length, and stroked himself a few times. Grabbing the foil packet, he poured a good amount of lube on his fingers, then tossed the package back on top of the wooden surface next to the scattered brushes. He spread the slick on his fingers and cock, then slid them back between the crack of Kellus’s ass, rubbing them up and down, slowly teasing the sensitive flesh at his entrance.

“I love how your body responds to my touch.” He growled and tapped his fingers against Kellus’s opening, then massaged the tip of his finger around the soft relaxed muscle, before sliding all three fingers back into Kel’s ass.

“Yess! More…need you now.” Kellus groaned and widened his stance.

“I really love hearing those words,” he said and withdrew his fingers. He gripped his dick and positioned himself at Kel’s entrance. Arik pushed the tip in, then eased back to do it again. This time, he arched his hips forward and slowly sank all the way into Kel’s tight heat.

“Fuuckk.” Kellus hissed, his body tensing momentarily as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Mmm…so fucking tight.” The feel of Kel’s ass gripping him, pulling him inside, overwhelmed him. He had to hold himself back. The need to pound into the artist swamped him to the point his body shook.

“You okay?” he managed, easing back a little.

When Kellus nodded, Arik pulled Kellus’s hips back toward him and moved in small, calculated thrusts. He rolled his hips slowly at first, then a little faster, pressing deeper each time, careful to give Kellus’s body time to adjust.