Gray responded with a whimper of his own, and his back stretched under Shadow’s weight, teased by falling strands of hair. The thick girth of Shadow’s cock slid into him with ease and filled him until he clutched at the sofa while reaching back with one hand. His fingers ran up and down Shadow’s side, and bizarrely he could feel their touch through the magical connection between their entwined hands. He took a lungful of air, shuddering with pleasure when Shadow bottomed out inside him, creating a pressure so perfect Gray was somewhere between laughing and sobbing.
It was perfect. Absolutely, undeniably perfect in the way only death and love could feel.
How could he have denied this to Shadow? To himself? This was raw fucking, and yet so much more. He’d been a boat that had floated endlessly after losing its anchor, and now here he was—drifting into harbor.
Every thrust Shadow made created ripples of arousal that Gray felt all the way to the tips of his hair. Pleasure was constant, coursing through him like a carousel that would never stop. Brecon was gone, and so were other people—in this reality of their own there was nothing and no one to disturb their happiness.
Gray was soon lost in the wild rhythm that became increasingly fast and rough. He braced himself, spreading his legs wider for his lover, who curled up around him, as if he too couldn’t stand the thought of being separated for even a moment. With the phantom hand gently squeezing Gray’s over-sensitive dick, Shadow let one of his regular arms roam. The hand was wide and so warm it made Gray lose his breath when it scorched his chest. Fingers pinched his nipples and scratched his flesh until he could no longer control his voice and moaned loudly in the small, ugly room that became the center of his world.
The hand traveled across Gray’s hip and dipped down the side of his thigh, squeezing skin and muscle, holding Gray in place to meet the fast thrusts. The sofa was so rough under Gray’s knees and hands he was already feeling them burn, but he didn’t care, lost in the continuous pleasure of connecting so intimately with the one man who promised him forever.
Shadow peppered kisses up the side of Gray’s face, frantically exhaling against his skin. “I thought I’d never be one with you again.” And yet despite his words sounding so romantic, he wouldn’t stop fucking Gray as if his life depended on the speed. Time after time after time, he stabbed his cock into Gray, slapping Gray’s ass with his hips and desperately clinging to the hand he was holding.
Shadow’s breath stumbled, and his fingers tightened on Gray’s flesh. Like the sun breaking out from under the horizon, Gray could feel it—an intense heat pouring straight into him until he succumbed to it and came, confused who orgasmed first—him or Shadow.
When he closed his eyes, his other senses recognized and craved nothing but Shadow. He couldn’t smell the beer or tobacco smoke anymore, the only thing his ears picked up was Shadow’s moans, and his nerve endings focused on communicating to his brain that Shadow was touching him.
Was it over? Was he still coming? He wasn’t even sure anymore.
Shadow bit Gray’s ear, surprising him by bumping his fist against Gray’s, as if celebrating a job well done. For a while time had been an abstract concept, because how could there be a future or past, when he and Shadow just existed?
But he was back. A heaving, spent mess.
“I’ve had so many dreams of filling you with my cum,” Shadow muttered into Gray’s hair, still clinging to Gray’s back, as if sweat and warmth were the glue to hold them together.
Gray whimpered, pulling Shadow’s hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to every single finger. His eyes itched, but not knowing what to do about it, he hugged the thick forearm to his chest. All the thoughts in his head were pure sap, but they were also honest. “I feel like I’m complete again.”
“Do you want to just stay like this?”
For the first time in Gray’s life, a lover truly understood and accepted him, and if it were only up to him, he’d have stayed here forever and fucked Shadow again as soon as they were good to go. But the rubies could only be tracked for so long, and if he wanted this happiness to last forever, he couldn’t just focus on what he wanted here and now.
“We need the rubies,” he whispered, resting under Shadow, with the softening cock still inside.
Shadow took his hand off Gray’s, but their flesh didn’t part easily, as if shadowy cobwebs had managed to grow between them and needed to be ripped apart.
Gray mewled at the loss. It stung almost as if he’d been hurt by static, but he was too weak to stop Shadow from pulling out of him and just slumped to the blanket. Gooey heat trickled out of him, and he squeezed his sphincter, irrationally desperate to keep the whole load of cum inside him.