The Sunset Job (The Rainbow's Seven 1)

“Mhmm, seems like you like this, don’t you?”

He could only nod and flash puppylike eyes at Roman as he pushed in another bead, the largest one of the set. Wyatt sucked in a breath, letting himself feel every piece of this moment, allowing every sensation to sink in deeper and deeper. He let his head fall back onto the plush pillow as Roman played with his body, stroking and kissing while slowly twirling the beads inside of him.

“How does this feel?”

Roman pulled one of the beads out, Wyatt’s eyes popping open even wider. He then tugged out another, then another. Wyatt’s hold tightened around each one, his body already crying out for more.

“So fucking good,” Wyatt managed to say, just as Roman pushed the beads back in.

“Good,” Roman said, leaning back with a devilish grin. “Now it’s my turn.”

Wyatt leaned up, the beads pushing harder against his sensitive prostate, his cock twitching with pleasure.

“This one’s a vibrating plug,” Roman said, grabbing the black silicone toy and pressing a button on the base, the hum of the vibrations filling the room. “I want you to use it on me.”

Wyatt didn’t need any more coaxing than that. He grabbed the plug and squirted some lube on it and on Roman, who already had his legs lifted in the air. Wyatt set the slippery bottle down on the floor and spread the lube around Roman with his fingers, sliding one in and eliciting a delicious moan from the man, his six-pack rippling with pleasure. His tattoo of the snake and dagger moved as if it were actually real, and by Roman’s increasingly loud grunts, Wyatt could tell not much prep would be needed.

“Ready?” Wyatt asked, taking his finger out and replacing it with the tip of the toy, the vibrations set to Off.

Roman nodded, his bottom lip pale from how hard his bite on it was. Seeing him like this, legs in the air and ass exposed, all for Wyatt, it had the equivalent effect of dropping a truck full of lit fireworks directly into his chest. He lubed the vibrator and pushed it in, Roman instantly thrusting out his hands to stop him from going any further.

“Whoa, fuck, okay. Go,” he said, releasing his grip. Wyatt pushed the vibrator in deeper, finding less and less resistance, Roman’s body showing how hungry he was for it, how hard it made him.

With the entire plug inside, Wyatt pressed on the power button. Roman’s entire body convulsed as the vibrations rocked through his core, his hands searching for something to grip on the bed, finding only bundles of the comforter. Wyatt turned it off, allowing a moment for Roman to catch his breath.

“Fuck, that was intense. Do it again.”

The writhing returned, Roman’s mouth turning into the shape of a perfect circle, his eyes rolling back as he fisted his cock, holding it tight. Wyatt leaned down and sucked on his nipple, causing him to buck up. “Fuck!” Roman said. “Fuck, fuck.”

They played like that for what could have been minutes or hours, Wyatt wasn’t really sure. Time lost all meaning, the world fading away along with all of its problems and worries, leaving only their flushed bodies behind.

“I want to fuck you,” Roman said, grabbing Wyatt’s hips and flipping him over. “While you use that remote to control the vibrator.”

Wyatt reached over for the remote, stopping short as Roman began to pull out the beads, the first one out being the largest and the last one coming out with ease. He grabbed the remote off the nightstand and got back on his hands and knees, back arched and ass out. Roman grabbed both lobes of muscle, squeezing and spreading them before spreading more lube in between, some of it trailing down Wyatt’s already tightening balls.

“Ready for me?” Roman asked, lining himself up.

“Are you ready for me?” Wyatt looked over his shoulder, kissing the top of the remote with a lusty smile on his freckled face.

Roman pushed in, and Wyatt nearly forgot all about the remote, his head dropping and a moan escaping his lips as he stretched to accommodate the thick man.

“My turn,” Wyatt said, his grin turning into another O-shaped moan as Roman thrust forward. He found a rhythm immediately, but Wyatt wasn’t about to make it that easy for him. He pressed on the “2,” turning the vibrator on at the medium level and throwing Roman’s rhythm right off. His fingers dug into Wyatt’s hips, his cock still filling him, the buzz from his ass traveling all the way into Wyatt’s.

“Fuuuck,” Roman groaned, pulling out before thrusting back in, the vibrator still doing its job. Wyatt’s eyes rolled back, the dick game hitting a home-fucking-run. He looked down, realizing he’d created a mini puddle underneath them from all the precome he was leaking.

Wyatt pressed on the “3,” and Roman started to thrust as if there was an earthquake rocking through the entire condo building. “Ohhhh, gah damn, fuck.” Roman was nearly intelligible, causing Wyatt to laugh, which then spread to Roman. Soon, the two men were leaking and vibrating and fucking laughing.