Page 27 of Silent Truths

At the thought of being inside Salem.

I reached between us and unfastened his jeans. He slid off the bed and finished undressing before straddling my hips again, reaching behind him to pull the plug out. He groaned, his eyelids fluttering before he set the toy on the mattress beside us.

“Lube,” I rasped, grasping my cock in my hand and squeezing the base just to keep from coming. It was going to be a test of my restraint to not nut as soon as I got inside of him. Just watching him pull the plug from his ass had me ready to blow my load and destroy the night.

He leaned over to the bedside table and grabbed the lube we’d used last night before handing it to me. I blew out a shaky breath before dribbling some over my cock and then tossing the bottle aside. I groaned low in my throat as I wrapped my hand around myself, slicking my cock up. Salem watched with so much intensity, a shiver slid down my spine.

Fuck.

“Stop,” Salem growled, rising over me and shifting forward. My breath hitched in my throat as his hand overlapped mine around my shaft, and then, he was lowering himself onto me. A mix between a moan and a choke ripped from my throat as the blunt tip of my cock slipped inside of him, right past that first tight ring of muscle.

Salem moaned, and fuck, the sound had no business being so goddamn erotic.

“Christ,” Salem moaned, his body quivering as he lowered himself further—inch by goddamn torturous inch. My neck strained, and I clenched my jaw as I gripped his hips, my lubed up fingers sticky, my breath sawing from my lungs.

He was so tight. So warm.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck.

“Goddamn,” I panted, my eyes slitted as I stared up at him. “You’re so tight.”

Salem grinned all while a bead of sweat trickled down his temple and along his jaw. I flicked my tongue over my bottom lip, desperately wanting to lick it up but knowing I couldn’t. Not yet. Not until he was fully seated on me and had adjusted to the stretch of me being inside of him.

“You’re the first—” a moan, “person to ever be inside of me.”

My fingernails broke the skin on his hips at his confession, and blood welled beneath my fingers. Salem grunted, his cock leaking precum. “I better be the last,” I panted.

Salem nodded, and his hand wrapped around my throat. My body went lax so easily, so ready for him to control me. I was his. Completely. Wholly. I always fucking had been.

“Oh, you are,” he promised. “Just as no one will ever know what you taste like and what you look like when you come. You’re mine.”

I nodded. “Yours,” I promised, agreeing with him wholeheartedly.

He rose onto his knees and lowered himself, both of us moaning at the blissful, spine-tingling sensation. I leaned up on my elbows as Salem lowered his body to mine, riding my cock in earnest now. We kissed messily, teeth clashing, tongues lashing. So lost in each other that nothing existed outside of this moment.

“Need you to come,” I growled, wrapping my fist around him. A whining sound I’d never heard from him before ripped from his throat as I began to work him, and I gritted my teeth so hard, an ache spread through my jaw. My muscles trembled with the restraint it took to not flood his ass with my cum before he’d gotten off. To mark him from the inside.

He cried out my name, his cum flooding my fist, and then I shouted his name, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip as I exploded, filling him up.

Salem collapsed on top of me, and we wrapped around each other, both of us panting, our skin slick with sweat and cum. The room reeked of sex and everything Salem and me. Of us.

“Holy… fuck,” I finally breathed.

Salem grunted in agreement before tucking his face into the curve of my neck, breathing me in.

Epilogue

Salem

Tor was fucking stunning as he moved along the edge of the stage, belting out the lyrics to one of the songs on our newest album, which went platinum as soon as it dropped. The lyrics weren’t as painful as they usually were, but they still showed the pain Tor and I felt together, how we bled for each other. Yet they also spoke of new beginnings. Of starting fresh. Of finding solace in each other.

Our fans loved it. The record label hadn’t been too sure of it at first, but we’d convinced them otherwise. Even tested out a couple of few-seconds-long videos on social media to see how the songs might be received, and holy shit, the fans had gone wild over it. They became ravenous, demanding we drop the album as soon as possible and begging for us to go on tour again.

So, Nightwork Records had given it a chance. And Richard Nightwork said it was one of the best decisions he’d made since deciding to sign us.

My voice slid along Tor’s in the air as he reached the chorus, and the crowd went insane. Especially when Tor beamed at me over his shoulder, his eyes bright with love and adoration. For me.

There was no more faking it for the cameras. Now, we were always seen together, so damn happy to be in each others’ presence at all times. Did we still sometimes fight? Fuck yeah, we did. Tor had a way of working my nerves like no one else, just as I knew I had a way of stomping all over Tor’s boundaries when he put them in place. But at the end of every day, Tor fell asleep in my arms, and I was the one he whispered I love you to, even if he was angry at me.

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