“Is that what you want?” Eno teased, lightening the pressure as Rayne pushed into him.

“Eno.” Rayne’s voice trembled, and it was a beautiful sound.

Moving his lips to Rayne’s ear, he dropped to a wicked whisper. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes. Eno, yes.”

Eno groaned and nipped at his earlobe. He’d never fucked a man, never thought such a thing could appeal to him, but it was Rayne he was holding in his arms, Rayne who was panting against his wet skin and writhing along his body like he couldn’t get enough of him. All the rules and preconceived notions of his life were thrown out the window when it came to Rayne.

And right now, he couldn’t imagine wanting anything more in his life than to bury himself deep inside of Rayne, to leave part of himself with this man so that they’d never be separated again.

“Lube. We need something, right?” he said, hating the uncertainty in his voice. Rayne needed someone to take care of him, not ask questions.

But if it bothered Rayne, he gave no sign of it. There was a new, eager fire in his eyes when he gazed at Eno. His face was flushed with life and vitality. Eno couldn’t remember him ever looking so stunning and vibrant. Water dripped down his face, catching like little crystals in his beard. His hair was slicked back and his eyes, no longer hidden behind glasses, were watching him as though he held the keys to every great truth in the universe.

“Yes. Umm…the ointment. Grab the ointment from the sink!” Rayne directed. He started to go himself, but Eno quickly released him and dipped out of the shower. He nearly slipped on the tile floor with his damn wet feet, but he managed to locate the ointment with no trouble.

He hurried to the shower to find that Rayne had changed the shower spray so that it was straight down while he had pressed his chest into the rear wall.

“I thought it would be easier without the water washing the ointment away,” Rayne explained.

Eno carefully stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain shut to hold in the heat created by the water. With the tube of ointment clenched tight in one hand, he couldn’t stop himself from slowly running his hand along the elegant curve of Rayne’s spine and over his ass. Rayne had spread his legs, and Eno dipped his hand to lightly fondle the man’s sac. A choked sound left Rayne as if he were trying to hold in his responses, but his body betrayed him at every turn, pushing back into Eno’s hand, begging for more.

“Y-you’ll need to put a good amount on…on you and then I’ll need to…” Rayne broke off and Eno smiled.

He leaned forward, letting his dick slide through Rayne’s crease. “What’s that?” he teased.

“Eno.” Rayne was trying to give a stern warning, but the tremble of need in his voice ruined it.

“I think I can figure this out,” he replied as he opened the ointment and squeezed a large dollop on his fingers.

“I didn’t think you’d been with a man.”

“I haven’t been,” Eno easily admitted as he rubbed his finger across Rayne’s hole. It didn’t take much to carefully push inside, wringing the most delicious soft moan from the man. “But porn is porn, and what mostly gets me off are the sounds of pleasure they make.”

“Oh,” Rayne said in a shuddering voice that had Eno grinning.

He slowly worked his finger in and out, watching it disappear inside of Rayne up to the second knuckle. His body was so hot, so tight, pulling him in as if it demanded Eno become part of him.

“I know I have to get you ready for me,” he continued in a low voice. “And it gives me a chance to hear what kind of noises I can pull out of you.” Eno carefully added a second finger as he spoke, dragging a low sound out of Rayne. Such a moan left Eno wondering: if he fucked Rayne hard enough, deep enough, would he be able to pull cries straight from the man’s soul?

“Oh fuck, Eno,” Rayne panted. He’d started to move with him, fucking himself on Eno’s fingers.

Everything about Rayne was beautiful and graceful. The bruises and cuts couldn’t detract from his perfection. He needed in him, to be part of him.

“Tell me you’re ready,” Eno growled.

“Please. Hurry.”

Eno withdrew his fingers and snatched up the ointment again. He slathered an enormous amount on his dick, fearful of hurting Rayne more than he already was. And yet, he couldn’t stop himself. Not when everything in him was screaming for this. Not when Rayne was ready and begging.

Grabbing himself, he used his spare hand to part Rayne’s cheeks. He brushed against the sweet pucker once, teasing out a soft whimper of need, before he pressed forward. He got no farther than the head when a hiss of pain from Rayne had him freezing.

Tags: Jocelynn Drake Godstone Saga Fantasy
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