Defined By Deceit

They remained on opposites sides of the kitchen, the heaviness of their reality weighing in on them. Llew bent to pick up his bag. “Um. My brother went to Norfolk, so I think I’m gonna go join him for the rest of the weekend. Give us some time to get used to this.”

“Then let’s have this last night,” Moss whispered, his eyes glassy with emotion. “Give me that, Llew. One last night with you please, before you end us. Before you walk away from me.”

Oh god. Llew was between Moss’ muscular thighs before he could even finish the last word of that sentence. Fuck yes. He’d give Moss one more night. He’d make it the best they ever had, he’d make it so that Moss never forgot the one that loved him first. Never forgot the one that gave him everything, wanted everything with him. He understood why Moss couldn’t promise him forever; but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Moss wrapped his legs around Llew’s waist. “Take me upstairs.”

Llew’s strong hands were everywhere. Massaging and grinding against his boyfriend’s hot ass. It was as if his cock knew this was it, the last time he’d have this beautiful specimen.

“Do it like I like it, Llew. Make me feel you for days, and remember you forever.”

Llew squeezed his eyes shut at his lover’s words. He’d hoped that Moss would’ve put up more of a fight for them, but he was going to take this like a man, and he’d decided that Moss was going to take this fucking like a man.

He burst through Moss’ bedroom door, not bothering to close it behind him. They had the house to themselves for the next twenty-four hours. Every second was going to count. He threw Moss on his king-size bed. “Take your goddamn clothes off, Moss.”

Moss scrambled up on the bed, slithering out of the shorts and tank top. “Oh god. Yes, Llew. Be bad, please. Show me what I’m miss—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Llew growled, shoving Moss’ discarded tank top in his mouth. “Turn over and spread your legs.”

Moss whined as he obeyed Llew’s orders. He went to the large walk-in closet, and got four neckties, he pinched the base of his cock when he thought about how hard he was going to fuck his best friend, his lover, this one last time. He climbed back up on the bed and slapped his palm down on Moss’ pale ass, where a bright red handprint appeared almost immediately. He tied both of Moss’ wrists to the large posts at the head of the bed. Llew leaned down and bit the back of Moss’ damp neck, feeling a surge of power flow through him like never before. Whatever Moss mumbled wasn’t clear, but he honestly wasn’t all that interested. He licked and traced the soft skin down the ridges of Moss’ spine. He paused when he got to the top of his ass, his heart clenching at his soon-to-be loss. He nuzzled the soft hairs there, gritting his teeth against the anger now starting to vibrate through him.

He slapped Moss so hard on his other ass cheek it made his hand sting. “Selfish little bastard,” Llew grumbled, kneading over his handprint. He leaned down and ran the flat of his tongue over the burning flesh. Moss lifted his ass up, begging for more. Of course he was. This was the real him… the real both of them. He quickly tied each ankle to the bedposts at the footboard. He stepped back, admiring Moss McGregor the sixth, stark naked and spread-eagle. His ass was red, his hips grinding his cock into the plush comforter. Llew yanked the fabric out of Moss’ mouth.

“What do you have to say, huh?”

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Right now, Llew.”

Llew slapped Moss’ thigh, his ass; alternated between cheeks. He aggressively pulled him open and dove in. Stabbing his tongue inside him, giving him little time to adjust before he lubed up two fingers. He rubbed them around Moss’ clenching hole, while whispering harshly in his ear. “No one will ever fuck you like me, will they Moss?”

“No, Llew. Never.”

He saw his boyfriend raise his face for a kiss, but he turned his head and bit him hard on his shoulder, down his arm. He climbed back up and licked behind his ear. “You ready?”

“Yes! Yes! Fuckin’ do it.”

Llew pushed in one finger, quickly following with the middle finger, too. He pumped in and out of that tight channel, his balls drawing up against him already. Fuck. He wanted to calm down so he could draw this out, and then he didn’t. He wanted to lose control, stay in that crazy frame of mind so he didn’t end up begging Moss not to leave him.

Llew spanked and fingered until his hand stung too much to keep going. “I’ma’ fuck you now. Wanna hear you scream my name, Moss. Wanna hear you say that no one will ever know you like I do.”