Embracing His Syn (Nothing Special 2)

“Oh this is funny?” Furi hissed.

Syn stretched lazily. “Actually, yes. I think you’re hilarious. Now you and your dick get back in this fucking bed.”

“What?” Furi looked at Syn like he’d lost his mind.

“Just get in the damn bed.”

“Hell no.”

“Furious, for fuck’s sake. I’ve never slept with anyone, okay?” Syn groaned and scrubbed his hand over his beard stubble.

“You’ve never slept with anyone,” Furi said incredulously.

“I don’t mean like that. I’ve fucked enough, but they always leave after. I’ve never thought of sharing a bed with anyone. Hell, I don’t know if I snore, or if I fart when I sleep, or if–” Syn’s tanned skin flushed a deep crimson at Furi’s amused look.

“I don’t give a damn if you snore or fart.” Furi laughed. “I probably do both myself.” He plopped down on the edge of the bed.

Syn reached out and caressed Furi’s back. “You have to stop getting mad and trying to storm off. I said I’m not gonna hurt you, and I meant it. I’m definitely not upset about what happened tonight. So, like I said, get your dick back in this bed.”

Furi choked out a laugh, kicking his jeans off so he could climb back in bed next to his lover. Syn didn’t turn his back this time, he faced Furi head on. Furi inched closer until they were chest to chest, their cocks half-hard and lying tantalizingly against each other. Furi released a relieved breath when Syn ran one hand through his hair, tucking it behind his ear. He couldn’t resist leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to Syn’s mouth.

“You finished with me?” Syn said in that dark, masculine tone that Furi was quickly growing to love.

Furi chuckled against the side of Syn’s face, and nipped at his cheek. “Oh, I got more, baby.” Syn’s smile stole Furi's breath. Furi tilted his pelvis forward, groaning at the feel of their quickly hardening cocks grinding together. Still lying on their sides, Syn hooked his leg over Furi’s hip and ground harder against him. Furi kneaded at the hard muscles of Syn’s back, just aching to make his way down to that sexy, firm ass. He gasped when Syn grabbed his cock and began to stroke him with sure, confident moves.

“Fuck, Syn,” Furi moaned against Syn’s neck.

Furi worked one hand down to the small of Syn’s back and didn’t stop until his fingers were nestled in between two round globes. He gently brushed over Syn’s hole, loving the way the strong man jerked and moaned in his arms.

“Yesssss,” Syn hissed.

“Mmm,” was all Furi could muster. He had his eyes closed and his mouth latched on to Syn’s broad shoulder, while he thrust his erection in and out of Syn’s tight fist. Furi could feel the residual slickness around Syn’s pliant hole from the lubed toy and couldn’t resist pushing a finger in. Syn jolted against him. “You okay?”

“Fuck, yes. I, I, N-n-need–” Syn stuttered, absently pushing his ass back to meet Furi’s thrusting digit.

“I know what you need. But I want you to ask me,” Furi growled against the shell of Syn’s ear. He loved the way Syn’s body responded to him. Just like he’d imagined it would. Syn roughly gripped Furi’s shoulder with one hand while the other hand continued to work Furi’s cock in his grip, sliding the foreskin up and down in a delicious dragging motion.

“I want this and you fucking know it. So, don’t play with me,” Syn snapped back at Furi. Furi’s cock jerked and leaked against Syn’s stomach. Fuck, his bottom was so damn hot and bossy ... demanding to be fucked.

“Turn over,” Furi ordered.

Syn complied quickly. Furi knelt down and licked a path up Syn’s neck to his cheek, sloppily kissing and nipping at his lips. Syn’s blissful moans and facial expressions were enough to convince Furi that he was ready to get fucked. He’d make it good for Syn if it was the last thing he did.

Furi grabbed the lube and condom off the nightstand and made quick work of preparing himself. He used two fingers to massage around Syn’s hole. The way it quivered under his touch had Furi clenching the base of his cock to keep himself under control. “So fuckin’ hot.”

Syn grunted and pushed his ass back for more. Furi knew the man was thriving under his words of praise. Syn was that type of man. He had to be the best at everything he did. He was a bottom, so he was gonna be the best bottom Furi ever had.

“No more goddamn fingers. Fuck me already,” Syn hissed over his shoulder.

Furi slapped Syn’s ass a few times with his hard cock. “Damn, you are a bossy bottom, aren’t you? Look at you. Aching for my cock,” Furi moaned, rubbing his sheathed cock up and down Syn’s crease. He grabbed the lube and drizzled it messily over Syn’s hole.