Embracing His Syn (Nothing Special 2)

“Damn, you gotta bathe me in fuckin’ lube? Does it have to be so damn cold?” Syn grumbled.

“Next time I’ll put it in my handy-dandy lube warmer first,” Furi mocked sarcastically, slapping Syn’s ass hard with his right hand. When Syn started to protest that, Furi pushed a hand down between Syn’s shoulder blades, slamming him down onto the mattress. He nudged his cock against him and began to push inside. Syn gripped Furi’s thigh, urging him on.

Furi pushed steadily and Syn opened up to him with little resistance. “Don’t fight it babe. Breathe through it.”

“Ugh. Fuck,” Syn groaned.

Furi felt Syn tensing up. He stopped pressing forward and Syn grabbed at his leg, urging him to continue. Furi grabbed Syn’s hand off his leg and intertwined their fingers. “Relax. I refuse to hurt you. Breathe, slow and even.” Furi rocked the length he already had in Syn’s body slowly back and forth.

“So fuckin’ tight.” Furi could feel the rise and fall of Syn’s chest as he tried to breathe through the intrusion.

“Mmmm. Burns,” Syn hissed.

“Trust me baby. It’s gonna get real good.”

“I trust you,” Syn whispered.

Furi’s heart soared at those words. Damn he wanted this man to be his, more than anything in the world. Syn was exactly what he was missing in his life. Although he never imagined falling for a cop, he wouldn’t change one thing about his newly gay, over-protective Sergeant.

“Good, baby. Open up and let me in. Let me make you feel good.” Furi draped his long frame over Syn’s back and pushed in slowly and steadily, until his pelvis pressed against Syn’s hot ass. “Ohhh, fuuuuuck. Goddamn, you feel good.”

“Furious,” Syn said through a shaky breath.

“I’m right here baby.” Furi moved his hips in shallow thrust while Syn got used to having him inside him. Which didn’t take long. Syn pushed back against Furi, making him cry out at the pleasure caused by the deeper penetration. “Feelin’ good babe?”

Syn nodded his head. His face was buried in the pillow mumbling something Furi couldn’t’ understand. Furi let go of Syn’s arm and laid his body down on top of him, pushing them both into the bed. Syn groaned loudly as Furi buried himself deeper.

“Let me hear you, Syn. Let me hear how good I make you feel.” Furi pulled Syn’s hair, turning his face from the pillow. “No hiding from me.” Furi pulled out and thrust in hard. This time both of them yelling their pleasure into the dark room. Furi didn’t want Syn coming anytime soon; he wanted to live in Syn’s heat forever.

“Furious, I want ... Do it ... Fast ..."

Syn didn’t know how to say what he wanted but Furi knew. He rose up on both arms, arching his back and began to thrust long and deep into Syn’s ass. He knew the feeling of being so full and feeling like it wasn’t enough, needing more. That indescribable moment where pain and pleasure meshed; the mind not knowing whether to cry out or moan, the sound created is a combination of both which most closely resembles a whimper. That’s where his beautiful Sergeant was right now. Mewling Furi’s name over and over while tilting his ass up toward him, begging for more.

Furi leaned down to lick around Syn’s ear. “Want me to fuck you hard don’t you? Make you yell? Make you lose your fuckin’ mind? Don’t you, gorgeous?”

“Furious. Furious. Please.”

Syn’s deep, pleading voice was the most gorgeous sound in the world. “Fuck!” Furi pistoned his hips, fucking his lover hard and deep just like he begged. Furi reared back and gripped Syn’s hips pulling him up on all fours. Syn’s protest fell on deaf ears. He knew his man loved that position of Furi putting his weight on him, but Syn was going to love this one too. Furi’s hold was unrelenting. He gripped both of Syn’s broad shoulders and slammed him onto his cock with each drive forward, going for the deepest penetration possible. His pace was fast and brutal. He changed the angle a couple times until Syn shouted out in delicious bliss. That’s it. Furi held that angle and hit his mark repeatedly until his man fell apart beneath him.

“Oh ... god ... oh ... god ... oh ... god. Gonna ...” Syn panted each time Furi propelled into him. His body jerked and heaved as he yelled obscenities. Furi was lost too.

“So goddamn hot. Fuck you so good. Fuck you until you belong to me,” Furi demanded, pumping his hips like he was a man possessed.

“Yes.”

“Yes. What?” Furi wheezed. He gripped Syn’s wet hair, his own sweat pouring off him like rain. Although Syn’s face was contorted, Furi recognized it as a mask of sheer ecstasy. He looked so damn beautiful. Furi began to lose his rhythm, “Gonna make me fuckin’ come, baby.”