Page 25 of Artifacts

“Holy fuck. I’ve never had anyone take to it like this. And if you’re like that with a little press of the finger on the prostate, what the hell are you gonna do when I get my dick in you?” Thelittle pressthat had become aright-thererub was now a slow drag, and Aldric saw stars.

What will I do? Scream. Faint. Die, probably.In the meantime, he pushed and strained, fucking himself on Darrell’s merciless fingers that twisted and caressed and stretched, with the knowledge that Darrell was waiting to slide his erect cock in to plow his ass only adding to the thrill.

When Darrell pulled free, leaving him empty, it was like the world paused. Rather than sob out a question about the sudden emptiness he felt, Aldric looked back in blurry confusion and caught Darrell’s mutter of, “Condom.”Oh. Of course.Mesmerized, Aldric watched the glide of Darrell’s hand down his length, saw how the spread of lubrication left his cock glistening.

“Got to make sure there’s enough.” Darrell added more. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Aldric faced front again a second before something thicker pressed at his hole. He didn’t have time to make an answer to Darrell’s quick, “Ready?” before his massive cock breached Aldric’s ring, and all the breath slammed from his lungs.

Darrell had enough breath, though, if the low groan he released was an indication. “Je-sus, Aldric! I wish you knew how good you feel. Warm and tight andincredible. That’s one…”

One…stretch? Burn? Ache?Penetration? All of the above?Aldric didn’t know what Darrell meant and couldn’t stop the half-hiccup, half-wheeze that forced its way up his throat at the fear that it was too much already.

“Breathe,” Darrell instructed. “I need to go deeper. You got a second set of muscles in there, you know. Push down.”

The noise that Aldric made sounded inhuman to his own ears as he thrust his hips back to accept all of Darrell. He was scared, yes, but craved the fat head of Darrell’s dick on that place inside him that had drowned him in a wave of pleasure. Except…too much.

“Thisthe…”Second stage, you said?he wanted to ask but couldn’t get his voice or thoughts in a row to do so. Then he didn’t have to, not when he felt that hard slide within him, as if through a place where he were tighter, where he gripped harder. No, no need to ask—the soul-wrenched groan Darrell made at forging deeper told him.

“You okay?” Darrell had paused and his voice seemed to come from a distance—it took a while to register, at least.

When Aldric understood Darrell was checking in on him, he nodded, which was when Darrell pushed farther still. “Shit,” Darrell breathed. “All the fucking way. I’m fully inside you, babe.”

Taking Darrell that deep hurt and Aldric bucked, nearly dislodging him. He panted like an animal, with his hands curled almost painfully against the mattress.

“Wait—I’ll pull out.”

And the drag of Darrell’s cock along Aldric’s nerve-rich inner walls made supernovas burst into life. Sounds of wonder issued from him, comprehensible enough for Darrell to reply to by plunging back inside, to bottom out, again. The scrape over Aldric’s prostate as he did so had Aldric unraveling at the seams. He sank down on his chest a little and turned his head to the side to watch Darrell’s face.

“You’re beautiful.” Darrell said what Aldric was thinking. “Your ass was made for my cock.” Okay, he hadn’t been thinking quite that. “Can’t fucking believe I can get so deep in you your first time.” He rocked his hips into Aldric’s ass, slow-fast, fast-slow, time and again, sweat dripping from him.

His slap to Aldric’s ass had Aldric’s dick trying to stir, much to Aldric’s disbelief. He’d just come, and he’d never climaxed twice in one session. He shoved until he could get a hand to his shaft when rubbing it against the sheet wasn’t enough. He had no cum left in him, and his erection wasn’t a full one. He was glad about that—he preferred to focus on what Darrell was doing to his ass. Darrell twisted down to drop a kiss on Aldric’s lips, and Aldric rose a little to meet him.

That weird position must have contorted his channel—Darrell made a strangled, bitten-off sound and jerked his hips in short, rough prods. He gave a final long thrust and stayed there, buried deep with his body tight. Sudden hotness burst in Aldric’s ass that he could feel even through the condom.

A smaller, spikier ecstasy slapped Aldric, brought on by Darrell stroking over his gland and his own hand rubbing just under the head of his cock. It whited out the world for thick, ringing seconds then faded, leaving him drained, but probably not as much as Darrell, who collapsed on top of him with a grunt.If I can’t move, for sure he can’t.

“Fuck!” Darrell breathed, easing out and rolling to the side. Exhilaration shone from his gleaming-red face. “That was fuckingperfect. You’re okay?”

Aldric managed a nod, trying to make sense of what Darrell was saying about a condom, figuring it out when Darrell left the bed and the room. He jumped at the warm softness touching him—Darrell back with a washcloth. Aldric obediently moved and stretched, following Darrell’s directions, until he was clean.

“You know you’ll be sore.” Darrell got in beside him, moving him over and arranging him.

Aldric nodded. “You’ll be here.” Of course Darrell would. This was his place.

As if his thought had poked something in Darrell, he looked startled, glancing down at where his arm was stealing over Aldric’s chest. “I never…” He swallowed.

“No.Inever.” Aldric tried to stay awake, reliving the sensations. He still felt the throb of Darrell in his ass. But he couldn’t and, nestling into Darrell, he fell asleep.

Chapter Eleven

The half-snore that got trapped in his throat and found its way out in a hard, painful exhalation woke Darrell. He was immediately aware that something was different…that someone else was in his apartment. On autopilot, he went for his gun in the drawer of his nightstand before he remembered.

Aldric stayed the night.

Aldric. Aldric Beamer.Darrell risked a look at him, where he lay sleeping by his side. The daylight streaming in allowed Darrell to see that his fluff of brown hair was even more tousled and his face was softer and younger as he slept. Or maybe that was because he wasn’t wearing his glasses. Darrell didn’t know what to do about the situation. About the guy who he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since he’d seen him in that alley, injured, his glasses askew and his sweet face twisted in pain and bewilderment and tugging at Darrell’s heartstrings. The caring Darrell had felt had left him as confused as Aldric had looked, and Aldric had suffered a knock to his head, for fuck’s sake.

“Hey.”

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