Page 36 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
The toy has softened and warmed now. It doesn’t feel foreign any longer, just a lot thicker than Patrick usually feels inside him. And the knot presses right against his prostate so that every thrust sends a shock of bliss jolting through his body. “Ohhhh, wow.”
“Yeah,” Patrick says gruffly, opening his bright blue eyes. Sunlight glints red and gold in his auburn hair. “Squeeze around me.”
Will does and Patrick shivers all over. “Good?”
“Too good.” Patrick grips Will’s hips hard. “This will be a fast fuck, puddin’-pop. But there’ll be more where this came from later.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
Will shifts his hips up, catching Patrick’s thrusts greedily. They fuck hard and fast, the bed rattling the wall, pleasure bursting in spangles behind Will’s closed eyes. Patrick’s breath huffs against his neck, hot and humid, and the skin between them grows slick with sweat. Patrick pinches Will’s nipples as he fucks him, his fingers finding the perfect pressure to make Will twist and cry out softly.
The fuck isn’t as fast as Patrick promised. Instead, Will finds time stretching as his pleasure is prolonged. His thighs and hips quiver, his asshole spasms and releases, but the sheath holds him open and friction free. The stimulation on his prostate is intense and grows steadily hotter and more penetrating, like the sun that warms the room. Like the scent of the flowers drifting in, filling him with tropical heat and want. He whimpers and arches, seeking the stroke that will take him over into mindless bliss.
Patrick kisses him and the world dissolves to the sweat between them, the wordless grunts rising around them, and the rocking, rutting, gathering glory between his legs.
Will’s hand goes down to his cock, alternately gripping his balls to stave off orgasm and then fucking wildly into his loose fist. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “There. Just like that.”
Patrick obeys, fucking him like the waves on the beach, hard and steady, relentless, until Will cries out and convulses, his ass spasming helplessly around Patrick and the sheath. His come shoots from his cock and splatters his chest and stomach. His balls tighten and another spurt of jizz rockets across his hot cheek.
“Yes,” Patrick hisses. “That’s it. Come for me.”
Will arches his back, and sensation like shards of hot pleasure rake him as Patrick continues to nail his oversensitive prostate. “It’s too much,” he whispers. “It’s…I’m, oh, here….yes!”
His asshole convulses again as the wave-like anal orgasm he’s only experienced after long bouts of rough fucking rises up and washes over him. He jerks hard on the bed while Patrick praises him. His body wracks with pleasure. He shouts into his fist, trying to stifle the noise, and he grabs Patrick around the waist, holding on as another hit of pleasure rocks him.
Will loves this toy.
Patrick keeps right on fucking him, driving that knot into his prostate, and Will digs his nails into Patrick’s back, roars, and nearly levitates off the bed, as another spurt of come shoots from his dick.
Patrick pulls out—red and flushed from chest to cheeks—and quickly runs his hand over his cock twice before shooting all over Will’s dick, pubes, and stomach.
“Yeah,” Patrick groans, head back, prominent Adam’s apple on display.
Will pulls Patrick down, smearing the come between them, and shudders hard. “Love you,” he whispers.
“Mmm,” Patrick agrees, nuzzling Will’s neck.
Will basks in the pleasure for a few minutes, enjoying the scent of sweat, their come, and the salt air. But then Patrick pulls away, grabs Will’s murse from the chair by the bed, and Will sighs as the usual stick-test routine begins.
When they’re both sure Will’s BG is good, Patrick slowly removes the sheath from Will’s ass.
“I’m going to leave the best review for this onThe Hurting Timesproduct recommendation thread,” Patrick says, as they walk naked together toward the bathroom to clean up.
“I will kill you if you do.” Will takes Patrick’s hand and squeezes hard.
Patrick smirks. “I’ll do it anonymously. No one will have to know.”
“Because so many people in Healing are eager to share anal sex toy recommendations?” Will says with a raised brow.
Patrick tosses the sheath in the sink and turns on the hot water. “You know as well as I do the kinky things people get up to in that town. Anal sex isn’t even close to the most interesting thing cooking.”
“We’re on a full electronics break,” Will reminds him.
“I wasn’t going to type it up now. Though I do think I’ll make some written notes. I’d hate any of the best details to be left out. Like how the internal ribbing felt on my dick when you squeezed your ass around it.” He grins. “Don’t get me wrong. Your ass alone is perfection. It’s hard to improve on that, but they came close.”
Will rolls his eyes and decides to fight Patrick over it when he’s actually typing up the review. They wash each other and Patrick cleans the sheath before they head back into the bedroom, damp and naked.
The glimmer of an early Hawaiian afternoon shines on their skin. The breeze from the open balcony drifts in and washes away the lingering scent of their union. They curl up against each other and drift lightly to sleep.
Will dreams of swimming with a pack of dolphins that turn slowly, one by one, into members of his family. He tries to swim away from them, but they keep catching up. He kicks harder and harder, but the dolphins gain ground. He can’t get away. He knows it deep inside. When he looks over, the dolphin beside him has Ryan’s face. Tears burn behind his eyes.
Will wakes to his first Hawaiian sunset with a knot of guilt in his stomach, jet lag clouding his mind, and Patrick snoring happily by his side.
