Embracing His Syn (Nothing Special 2)

Furi came to stand by the bed. He had towel-dried his hair, but it was still damp and a few shades darker than when dry. It appeared longer, hanging past his shoulders. Syn slowly sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. His towel came undone and he let it lie there, not shy about his nakedness, either. Furi wedged his way in between his parted legs. Although Furi’s semi-erect dick was right there in his face, that wasn’t what had his attention. Oh god. It was the large dragon tattooed across the left side of Furi’s chest, the spiked tail moving over his muscled shoulder and ending at the middle of his neck. Syn mapped the beautiful creature with one finger, stopping just briefly at Furi’s nipple, watching the goose bumps pop up around the light pink bud. Syn was absolutely fascinated by Furi’s beauty. He’d never seen such creamy skin. Sexy light brown hair lay damp against his toned chest. Syn brought his other hand up and noticed he was shaking as he explored more of Furi’s tatted torso. The nautical stars he’d seen on Furi’s arm weren't just age-old gay symbolism to him, to Syn they also represented what the five-point star was meant to represent: guidance, loyalty, and honor. He’d already seen the black and red Harley taking up most of Furi’s forearm, but he’d never read the words that were inked underneath it: ‘I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.’

There were at least a dozen unique Chinese symbols down his right side. A proverb written in an elegant, rolling script almost completely covered his left side. Syn looked up into Furi’s hooded eyes, and pushed his arm back so he could read it.

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is how to love.

The greatest thing you’ll ever feel is being loved in return.

But love, I’ve come to understand is more than three

words uttered in the dark at bedtime. Love is

sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in

the things we do for each other every day.

Syn didn’t know what made him do what he did next, but it felt right. He leaned in and laid several gentle kisses along those beautiful words and hugged Furi to him. Syn then pulled Furi back to arm’s length. “You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” he choked out, his voice rough with emotion and desire.

Furi gently pushed Syn back to lie across the bed and climbed on top of him, pinning him deliciously beneath his weight. Syn didn’t remember ever having been this turned on. His balls were full and aching. His cock was so hard and red he thought he may be doing it permanent damage. He needed to come – soon.

“Fuck, you feel good under me,” Furi moaned and thrust hard against Syn’s cock.

Syn was holding his legs straight and a little stiff, his arms lying flat at his side. He wasn’t sure where he was supposed to put them. He didn’t like the uncertainty, not knowing what to do. Damnit he needed to do something. Furi was supposed to be guiding him...

No sooner had that thought arose, than Furi responded as if he’d heard it. He took both of Syn’s hands and wrapped his arms around Furi's neck. Syn lightly stroked that beautiful mane as Furi ground down harder, making Syn moan deep in his chest. “Spread your legs nice and wide for me, baby.” Furi’s voice was so dark and sensual as he lapped at Syn's neck, and nibbled on his chin, waiting for Syn to comply.

“Oh god.” It felt so good. Syn spread his legs wider than a cheap hooker in a Red Roof Inn. “I need it now, Furi.”

Furi laughed, a deep throaty sound in his ear, causing him to instinctively raise his hips seeking relief. “You’ll get it when I’m ready to give it to you.” Furi rose off him and Syn resisted the desire to hold his arms out for him, and beg him to come back. Furi stared down at him adoringly before popping him hard on his thigh. “Get up there,” Furi said, glancing at the head of the bed.

Syn turned and moved to the middle of the bed, scooting all the way back until his head was on one of the two pillows. His eyes followed Furi as he stepped through the doorway to the hall. He was wondering what Furi was doing out in the hallway, but soon realized he must be getting something from his duffle bag. He returned with a few things in his hands and began to place them on the nightstand. When Furi took a sheer red scarf and draped it over his bedside lampshade, casting the room in a sexy glow, Syn was floored. It seemed almost as though Furi planned this.