Page 88 of Isaac

Our tongues dance together, tasting one another. The faint smell of exotic spices and cigarettes still lingers on him along with the rugged scent of musk and sweat that makes me want to drown in him. Lose myself completely. Be fucking baptized in his flavor and come up all new.

It’s maddening—this insatiable craving, this desire for his body, for his hands on my cock. I don’t understand it. Don’t want to. What I do want is to feel. Feel everything.

"Fucking hell… You're incredible," he mutters into the crook of my neck, taking over entirely. Our cocks are pressed up together, at the mercy of his skilled palm which sends us further down this rabbit hole of pure ecstasy.

His other hand slips between my legs to cup my balls, rolling them gently in his palm as he growls against my ear, "Shit, Issac…"

I moan brokenly in response, unable to come up with a coherent answer. The orgasm creeps up on me, like a thief in the dead of night. I feel it gathering at the base of my spine, powerful.

Hawk’s rhythm is perfect as he whispers huskily, "Wanna come with you."

I arch my hips, angling them into his grasp, my hand finding its way to his ass, squeezing it, pushing him against me, pressing his hips closer, praying for friction.

We are a tangle of limbs, coated in sweat all of a sudden. And the room smells like sex. Like him. Like endless euphoria.

His whole body is tense with the strain of holding out as he keeps on stroking us, faster and harder.

"Right there, yes," I choke out when the pressure and the angle are just right. I’ve been giving orders for years, but I’ve never given orders to someone who has full control of my cock and my balls.

This is a first and it’s weird but it doesn’t feel wrong. It just feels… new. A territory to explore.

"Do you like that?" Hawk gasps, his hand moving lightning fast now. "Do you like my cock rubbing off yours?"

"Fuck!" I curse and grip the bedcovers with my free hand, my back arching off the bed. His words and his touch… It’s like a match to kindling. "More, fuck, just like that—"

I feel him grin against my collarbone, his breathing erratic now, and I know we’re both close. So close.

"Damn…" I hear myself moan. "I’m coming."

He moans into my neck and it’s like dominos tumbling down: all along my spine, shivers after shivers. My entire body is on fire. I’m burning up from the inside out, from his touch, his mouth.

The orgasm rips through me, white-hot and blinding, stealing any semblance of control I ever thought I had. What a fool.

I tense up and come with a strangled cry, sending jets of hot cum flying onto both of our chests as I shudder beneath him.

Hawk moans out my name like a prayer and follows me into the void, his entire body shaking above mine with the force of his own release.

I blink up at the ceiling, my heart pounding like a drum in my ears.

"Fuck," Hawk says, voice muffled against my shoulder. "That was… intense."

I can only grunt in response. My body is quaking, the aftershocks coursing through me like little waves after a storm. The edges of my vision are all blurry and all I can register is his body sliding off to the side and flopping next to mine.

There’s buzzing where our shoulders touch, where a portion of skin is pressed up to skin. It’s still there, this strange reaction. It hasn’t gone away. Even after the itch has been scratched a little.

But frankly, I’m too wiped out to self-reflect or think about anything beyond the basics like breathing… And maybe some water.

Beside me, Hawk is panting, his inked chest rising and falling with uneven intervals and we lie like this for some time until the room stops spinning and the ceiling stops moving.

I light the cigarette, inhaling deeply and letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. The haze in the air mingles with the fading scent of sex and cinnamon, a heady combination that leaves me feeling both intoxicated and strangely vulnerable.

We’ve managed to clean up ourselves a little, grab some water and cigs, and Hawk's naked body is pressed against mine now. Hard, powerful, and very disorienting. He’s rolled to his side and though I can’t see him, I can imagine his blue eyes burning a hole in my cheek.

It's been so long since I've allowed myself to let this loose. And this. Sex with another man after prison, after Jacob—it’s still a fucking mystery to me. I tried in the past, right after I got out of prison. I couldn’t get over the dumb fear of being exposed in front of another person.

"Hey," Hawk mutters, his breath a series of warm, shiver-inducing waves against my neck. "You always this quiet?"

"Don’t know. Am I?"

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