Embracing His Syn (Nothing Special 2)

“Yours. Yours. Yours,” Syn chanted.

Furi didn’t know if Syn was just lost in the pleasure, but he’d take that declaration for now. “Yes, mine.” Furi reached around and gripped Syn’s ... what the fuck? ... very soft cock. Furi’s brow furrowed. For a moment he thought he wasn’t making him feel good, but then it hit him like a slug to his chest. Syn had already come. Furi leaned over Syn’s back and drug his hand along the covers beneath him, his fingers landing in a pool of cooling come.

“Motherfucker,” Furi hissed. The thought of Syn coming without Furi even touching his cock sent Furi hurling into his own orgasm.

Syn didn’t’ think it was possible to come without touching your dick. But he had. And, damn! He’d come so hard that he couldn’t even shout, no sound came out. It was an explosive, silent wail, and Furi had fucked him straight through it.

Furi was sprawled across Syn’s sweaty back, his hips pumping erratically and Syn was hyper aware of Furi’s cock pulsing inside his sensitive channel.

“Goddamn, Furious.” Syn’s back arched as Furi slammed into him, holding him while his cock throbbed his release. Syn had never imagined anything could feel this good. He wanted to fucking kick himself for not taking what he’d needed a long time ago. Plenty of people had successful, demanding careers and relationships. Relationship ... with Furious. Syn’s body shook at the thought.

Furi licked at his ear, rubbed his strong hands up and down Syn’s back, soothing the tremors that racked his body. His channel was still pulsating as Furi’s cock slid out of him. Syn groaned at the empty feeling.

“It’s okay. I’m going to fill you up again very soon,” Furi whispered against Syn’s earlobe, like he’d read his thoughts. Syn’s cock was already twitching at the promise of his ass being filled again.

“Fuck.” Syn’s arms gave out and they both came crashing down to the cool, damp sheets. “Augh,” Syn grouched. He wasn’t a fan of lying in cold come. Furi chuckled on top of him.

“I guess you’re sleeping in the wet spot.”

“Get off me, shithead.” Syn’s tone was humorous as he turned and threw the sexy man off his back. Furi would've hit the floor but Syn reached out and grabbed his forearm, laughing louder now.

“Well give me a little warning next time.” Furi crowded in close to him and they fell silent, staring at each other. Their smiles faded slowly and instinctually they both leaned in, letting their foreheads come together first before lightly brushing slick, plump lips against each other.

“I feel good,” Syn said, running his hands through Furi’s hair. “Don’t worry.”

Furi smiled languidly. His freshly fucked, relaxed expression made Syn feel like he’d hit the boyfriend jackpot. He felt so peaceful he couldn’t help the yawn that escaped him and landed in Furi’s mouth. “Shit. Sorry.” A sleepy chuckle was all either of them could manage.

Syn’s eyes were closed. “We’re a mess.”

“Mmmhmm.” Furi yawned. His eyes were drifting closed as well. “The one who came the hardest gets up to get the washcloth.”

“That’ll be you.”

“That’s you.”

The said in unison, sharing a sexy post coital laugh while lazily nuzzling against each other. Syn groaned and got up to go to the bathroom. He passed by the bathroom mirror and almost didn’t recognize himself. He looked relaxed. The crease that seemed to be permanently etched into his forehead appeared to have smoothed out. The darkness of his eyes almost gleamed back at him. Syn smiled and liked how he looked doing it. “Fuckin’ Furious,” he whispered.

Syn finished washing up and soaped a cloth for Furi. Syn turned the corner and was again hit with that surreal feeling caused by having a naked man lying in his bed. Damn. Furi’s beautifully toned, inked-over body stretched from his headboard to his footboard. Furi’s ass was petite but round and perfectly shaped. Syn’s eyes rolled when his cock showed signs of life at the thought of burying himself in that sexy ass and fucking it until he couldn’t see straight.

Syn awkwardly walked back to the bed and gave Furi a nudge with his bare hip. “Hey, you.”

“Hey, back.” Furi’s voice was melodic.

“Here’s your rag. I’m gonna make sure the doors are locked. Then I’m going to bed.” Syn cleared his throat nervously. “You’re staying ... right?”

Furi flipped over and took the warm cloth while eyeing Syn. “Yeah, but,” Furi propped himself on one elbow, “are you asking me to stay in your bed or stay so you can protect me?”

Syn leaned down and kissed Furi’s pouty mouth. “Both. Now shut up.”

Furi grabbed the lube from the nightstand and chucked it at Syn’s head, just barely missing him as he ran out of the room. Syn laughed all the way down the hall. When he came back he peeked around the doorjamb. “Is it safe?”