Page 33 of Rainbow Rodeo

“Come on, then.” Dalton worked a hand between them, jacking them off together, sure and hard, giving Tank just what he needed.

“Fuck.” His eyes rolled right back in his head, and Tank roared out his pleasure, his shout ringing off the walls.

“Mmm… sweet.” Dalton sounded altogether too coherent for his taste.

He grunted, because he was all caveman, and pushed up to grab Dalton’s cock again, letting it slide through his closed fingers, up and down. He wanted to see, wanted to watch that hard body convulse in pleasure. Tank stared, his focus all on Dalton now.

Dalton pinked under the attention, surprising him after how focused Dalton’d been about Tank’s pleasure.

“Come on, honey. I know you need it. So damn hard.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Dalton drove up, fucking his hand in hard, sure strokes.

“You’re amazing.” Dalton needed to know that. Tank had to say it out loud.

“Don’t stop, man. Please.”

“No, honey. Not gonna stop. I want to see it. Smell it. I want you to come.” He moved faster, jerking harder.

Dalton gasped, hands hard on his shoulders, seed pumping out, pouring from Dalton.

“That’s it, Dalton. Just like that.” Christ. He wasn’t careful he’d end up rarin’ to go again.

He stroked through the whole orgasm, easing the pressure of his fingers. He didn’t want Dalton to get too sensitive and not be able to stand it, but he couldn’t let go.

“Damn. Damn, that’s good. That’s fine….” Dalton arched and bucked.

“Uh-huh. Goddamn.” Dalton wasn’t going down. Not one bit. Superhuman.

He groaned and shook his head, just about dizzy with how much Dalton needed.

“Tank.” Dalton lunged up to kiss him, toothy as all fuck, and damn if that didn’t make his cock twitch back to life. Christ, had he ever wanted so badly? Ever?

He licked at Dalton’s lower lip, then bit it, figuring out that Dalton didn’t mind a little roughness. Dalton’s eyes went wide, and a harsh gasp filled his lips.

“Uhn.” He rolled them to their sides so they could touch and kiss and let their muscles recover.

Dalton moaned softly, breathing into him, nice and slow.

He nodded, their noses rubbing together. They could go again, but they needed to slow down and feel it.

“You get your itch scratched?” Dalton teased.

“I did. You make me wanna do it again, but I want to feel all of you.”

“Why me?”

“Huh?” That made him rear back to look Dalton in the eye.

“I mean, what made you decide to come on to me?”

“Oh, honey.” He reached up with his left hand and touched Dalton’s cheek. “You’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. You make me crazy.”

Dalton blew his lips, the look utterly equine. “I’m not even unique in all the world, man.”

“You are, though.” He’d thought about this a lot. “Dustin is a handsome young man, no doubt. You, though, you’re like liquid gold and sunlight. The way you move—” Tank shuddered.

Dalton went bright red and kissed him, mostly to shut him up, Tank thought.

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