Defined By Deceit

“I’m gonna fuckin’ come any minute.” Shane groaned, anxiously shoving a pillow under Llew’s pelvis and pushing him back down. Shane draped his hot body over top of his, connecting them from head to toe. Shane raised his hips and pushed inside Llew’s ass in one fluid motion, not stopping until his wiry hairs were flush against Llew’s ass.

Llew let out a long, deep groan as his body was filled. It was the sweetest pressure. There was no pain, no nervousness, only a love that ran deep. Shane’s slick chest lay heaving against his own back, panting shallow breaths across the back of his neck. “Llewell, fuuuuuck,” Shane cried, slowly pulling out a couple inches.

Llew felt drunk. There was no other word to describe this. His man’s cock was absolutely delicious. Not too thick, simply long, and wide enough to make him feel full. Long enough to press against his gland and drive him to the brink of insanity with each moment he stretched out the withdrawal of his marvelous cock.

“I’m not gonna last, babe. Fuck, Llewell, I gotta come.” Shane huffed against the side of his face. “You are fuckin’ perfect. So damn tight and perfect.”

Llew’s voice didn’t sound like his own when he spoke. Gruff and slurred, crooning as Shane fucked him with long, slow strokes. Dicked him good while he sought out his own release. He could hear himself but he couldn’t control what left his mouth. That was what good cock did to you. Made you whisper hushed nothings in between each deep stroke. Sexy talk of lustful abandon especially for your lover uttered into the darkness.

“Sweetheart, you’re fuckin’ me so good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Deeper. Mmmm. Fuck, yeah. Deeper, Shane.”

“Yeah, babe. Only I can make you feel like this,” Shane whispered back to him. He drew out to the tip, and instead of easing back in; he gripped Llew’s shoulders and pulled him back into his pelvis while he thrust forward.

“Augh! Fuck!”

“That’s what I want to hear,” Shane said, in the most erotic sounding voice Llew had ever heard. “Want to hear you curse me, baby.”

“Fuck! Fuck!” Llew yelled between every hard thrust. The sound of skin slapping angrily echoed off the walls of Shane’s bedroom. God, he didn’t know Shane held this much power in those usually submissive hips. But he was proving to Llew that although he was so much bigger than Shane, he could be made to scream and beg like a needy slut. And he damn sure was. A strange, but amazing prickle moved through Llew’s groin; his cock not fully hard, but he could feel the throbbing inside it, as Shane forced him to rub repeatedly into the pillow. Light danced behind his lids. Everything inside him felt euphoric. Every part of him felt so damn good, like an orgasm for his soul. He felt at one with Shane. For the first time in his life, he felt alive. “Ahh god. Shane.”

“I’m here, Llewell.” Shane’s hips sputtered and faltered, slamming in hard, one final time. He plastered himself to Llew’s back, holding him as close to him as two people could get. Llew groaned, as his ass was flooded with a comforting heat that spread deep inside him. Shane hissed and cursed with each shallow thrust, emptying himself completely. He rubbed Llew’s hips, kissing and licking at the sweat on his neck while his orgasm receded quietly.

“So good, babe.” Shane kissed him some more. “Love you so much.”

They both lay there for an unknown amount of time, neither one eager to break their connection. Llew was the first to squirm when Shane’s cock slid out of him. “Augh. That feels weird.”

Shane chuckled lazily. “I know.” He rolled over, his hand resting on his chest. “Damn. I have never felt like that before.”

“Me, either. God you did things to me, made me feel things that I didn’t know existed.” Llew propped himself up on his elbow, staring down at the man he loved. “Do I make you feel like that when we make love? Like everything in the world is right.”

Shane looked into his eyes, lightly caressing Llew’s face with his fingertips. “Yes. You make me feel like that every day, not just when we make love.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Their wash-up was quick. They were both so tired they could barely keep their eyes open to brush their teeth. Llew flopped down on the bed face-first, while Shane made sure everything was turned off and the doors were locked. He smiled, easing into Llew’s side and burrowing under his large arm. He couldn’t remember a single thought after he closed his eyes. He fell asleep that quickly.

The loud ringing of Llew’s phone had them both starting in their sleep. Llew leaned over Shane’s body, smashing him down into the mattress, and all that weight pressing into him made him whoosh out a rushed breath.