Defined By Deceit

“Damn, you feel so fuckin’ good.” Llew hissed, meeting Shane’s thrusts with his own. His cock was hard as a missile, and he loved it. He was still shocked when he got an erection, but it was like riding a goddamn bike, he knew exactly how to use it again.

“You feel good too. Too good,” Shane answered back, kissing Llew’s scruffy jaw. “I told myself I was going to come over and talk to you, maybe ask you on a date tonight, but you weren’t supposed to answer the door naked, either.”

Llew chuckled against Shane’s throat, pulling his hips harder against him. “A date, huh.”

“Yes. Jack said you were very interesting to talk to and I realized that I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing just how interesting you are.” Llew was watching Shane closely. “I’ve seen how passionate you are, but I don’t want you to feel used, ya know.”

Llew was amazed. Just when he thought he couldn’t like Shane more, here he was; going out of his way to make sure Llew felt wanted, appreciated. “I don’t feel that way.” He tried to reassure his new friend. “I know you’re not a user. I like what we’re doing. If you want to talk, we can. I don’t know what you want to know, I’ve been kind of sedentary the last few years.”

Shane let out a loud laugh and Llew joined in, he’d meant for it to be funny. He didn’t want Shane to be uncomfortable at the mention of his prison term. “I think you’re amazing, Shane.”

They watched each other, neither of them talking. The heat was building, and he saw the moment the fire ignited in Shane, his eyes turning a bright golden brown. “We’ll talk more later.” Shane growled, rearing up to yank Llew’s towel off.

Not this time. Llew rolled on the queen-size bed, putting Shane underneath him. He gripped both of Shane’s wrists and slowly brought them up over his head, kind of checking his reaction. His lover moaned his approval arching his back and tilting his head to lick at Llew’s mouth. He rested his full weight down on him and pressed his forehead against Shane’s, nudging him back down. The things he wanted to do to Shane were probably way more than he would be comfortable doing right now, but there were some things that it wasn’t too soon for.

“I have on too many fuckin’ clothes. Llewell” Shane snapped, fighting Llew’s hold on his arms.

Llew glowered at Shane and dipped down to bite him on his neck. A little punishment to see how he’d take it.

“Ohh, fuck.” Shane jerked, before going limp in Llew’s hold.

Damn, his dick was so hard he could barely stand it. The way Shane submitted to him, the thought of burying himself inside his fiery boss was doing a number on his control.

“Please don’t hold back, Llewell. I’m begging you. Don’t hold back. I’ve waited so long for this, was waiting before you even came into to town, I fuckin’ needed this.” Shane panted.

That’ll have to be good enough. Llew lifted himself up, pulled Shane’s shirt over his head, and swooped down to take one of those flat, brown nipples into his mouth before his man knew what was happening. He sucked it hard. Bit it and sucked it again. Shane was getting loud, his hands out to the sides, pulling at the comforter.

“Touch me,” Llew barked, moving to the other nipple to abuse that one too.

“Damnit.” Shane groaned, digging his hands into Llew’s hair. He didn’t try to guide him, but the way he dug his fingers into his scalp showed how much he was loving everything Llew was doing.

He squeezed his eyes shut – he’d never thought he’d have the opportunity to think this again – but he willed his cock under his control and to not come now. Shane was his weakness, every bit of strength and resolve he had went out the window when he was with him. He pushed his naked cock against Shane’s rough jeans, hissing at the fabric scraping against the sensitive skin.

Shane rubbed and massaged Llew’s shoulders while he continued to scatter kisses all over his firm chest, licking eagerly at the smooth patch of hair in the center. He unbuckled Shane’s belt and had his pants off quicker than he thought he could. Like riding a bike.

Shane had on tight black briefs instead of boxers. What the fuck? He wasn’t expecting that at all. They were so sexy. That hard length straining against the soft nylon material. Llew squeezed the base of his dick with one hand while he rubbed Shane’s rigid cock through the thin fabric.

“You like them? I took them out the box just for you, babe.” Shane’s voice was back to that throaty, wicked tenor as he watched Llew.