Fix It Up (Torus Intercession 3)

“Please, Loc, you’re all I ever wished for.”

“You know what they say about wishing and bein’ careful,” I growled into his ear as I slid the head of my cock between his cheeks and pushed forward.

“Fuck,” he mewled, his forehead on the door as he arched back against me.

He was so tight, so hot, and his muscles would not give until I reached around and stroked him, not his cock but under his balls, fingering his taint as I sucked behind his ear.

“Oh,” he gasped and shivered, and I sank in a fraction deeper, and then again, as I ordered him to turn and kiss me.

Instantly his lips met mine, and I mauled his mouth as I ground into his body until I bottomed out, buried inside of him, and he broke the kiss to let his head fall back on my shoulder.

“There you go,” I praised him, easing back and thrusting in so hard and fast that he cried out. “All relaxed now, all ready for the pounding.”

“Oh God, Loc, please.”

The begging wasn’t necessary. He felt amazing wrapped around my cock, the way his muscles contracted as I drove deep, pistoning without pause, one hand on his hip, the other on the door, giving me leverage.

I wasn’t gentle when I jacked him off, and he covered his mouth so he wouldn’t scream. When I sucked on his skin, nibbled on his ear, all the while rutting inside, the pace and force both savage and relentless, he turned for my mouth, needing the connection as he came all over my fingers and on the door.

His hole contracted like a vise, and I plunged to the hilt and came, pumping into his body, my hand leaving his cock as I wrapped my arm around his neck, holding on tight so he couldn’t move, my face pressed to his nape.

He was heaving for air, shaking, and I kissed his cheek. When he turned, I licked the corner of his swollen lips, and his own tongue was there, on mine, before he sucked it into his mouth. I chuckled as he kissed me.

We didn’t move, just stood there kissing, and then he turned his head to breathe, panting as he pressed his forehead to the door.

“So, for the record,” he said in a hoarse whisper, “I’m yours whenever you want, Loc. I’ve never—I mean, not to compare, but other people always check to see if they’re hurting me or if I want it, and you didn’t have to because you know. You just know.”

I slid free then, gently, and only then did he cry out.

“I have to,” I said, chuckling as I turned him around in my arms and knocked him back against the door. “You have to go sing now.”

“No,” he whined, licking his lips, staring at mine. “I want it in bed now.”

I took his face in my hand, the one that was not covered in his semen. “Next time, I’ll eat my cum outta your ass. Sound good?”

He jolted and closed his eyes, swallowing hard, the muscles in his jaw cording.

“I dunno about me, but you taste really good,” I said, licking his spend off my fingers.

His eyes popped open, and he watched me like he was in a trance. When I felt his cock bump my thigh, I grinned and dropped to my knees, taking him down the back of my throat.

“Oh dear God,” he groaned as I sucked and laved, using my tongue and my teeth until his hands were in my hair, holding tight.

He used me hard and came a second time, dumping what little was left for me to swallow and then lick clean.

When I rose to my feet, grinning at him, he shoved me back and pointed to the bed.

“Lie down. I want your dick on my tongue and––”

“Nope,” I told him, shaking my head. “Pull up your pants and get out there.”

He had cum dripping down the inside of his thighs, but he stared into my eyes and pulled up his underwear and then his jeans, zipping and snapping and then fixing his belt.

“It’ll dry,” I teased him.

“Promise me when I’m done, you’ll get in bed with me and do that all over again.”

“Are you sure? Because I seem to recall you like to do the fuckin’.”

“It’s not fucking, and you know it.”

“I do,” I agreed, because how it felt, like a joining, like a fusion of two into one, him and me becoming us, that this was more than the act itself. Somewhere in our time together trust became faith, and I knew what he needed, and how I could be, and he knew the same about me. It was such a short time, not even four months, but still, the bond was there, solid and irrevocable. “What I meant to say was that I love you too, Nick.”