Page 124 of String Boys
“Cocoa butter in my pocket.” Seth always kept a small tube, because his hands got chapped on the strings.
“Bend over.”
For a moment, he was exposed, his ass thrust out behind him as he leaned over the bed. Kelly’s fingers shoved lube roughly around his entrance, and just the rasp of his skin, in and out, was enough to make Seth spurt precome over the comforter.
“Good enough?”
“Now,” Seth gasped. “Fuck me right now.”
His body was shaking, needing—it was beyond want. It had become air and water, sun and rain, how he needed Kelly inside him.
Kelly wasn’t gentle, but they’d worked up to this, to roughness, to every touch not being spun glass and cotton batting. They were human, made of flesh, and their flesh had its demands.
Kelly’s cockdemandedentrance to his asshole, and his assholedemandedKelly be inside him. Kelly battered his way in and both of them groaned, but Seth’s arms still shook as they supported him, and he felt a droplet of Kelly’s sweat spatter in the small of his back.
“Yes,” Seth growled. “Yes.Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Now!”
Kelly held nothing back. His hips shot forward, bounced away, and shot forward again. He mauled Seth’s exposed body—his flanks, his thighs, his ass—with greedy hands, and he fucked and fucked, hard and without apology, while Seth saw fireworks behind his eyes at every stroke.
For a wild moment, there was nothing in that room but the sound of their flesh slapping, their grunts, growls tearing from both throats.
Seth was close, so close, driven to climax brutally fast, and Kelly was panting like a runner behind him. “Harder!” he begged, and Kelly squeezed his backside hard, his hand stuttering, rubbing sweetly when Seth needed the bite of pain.
“Do it,” he begged. “Harder!”
“Baby—”
“Harder!”
Kelly’s hand came whistling out of nowhere, cracking across his ass in a stinging slap.
Seth convulsed, squeezing Kelly’s cock unmercifully, groaning from his toes as he came. Kelly cried out behind him, rutting in a frenzy as he poured himself into Seth’s body, rocking them both with aftershocks.
Kelly toppled over his back and Seth sank to his knees, his chest sliding through the semen puddle on the comforter.
“We’re here,” Kelly said weakly.
“Go us.” Seth blinked against the spots in front of his eyes. “I’ll get on the bed if you get off me.”
“Sure. In a minute.”
Seth chuckled as Kelly draped over his shoulders. “Don’t want to get up yet?”
“I don’t want to stop touching you.”
Seth sighed, his face mashed up against the bed, knees aching. “Then don’t. I’m good right here.”
Eventually they did get up. Seth pulled down the covers and got in bed while Kelly ran to the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth that he used to wipe himself off.
“I’ll take that.” Seth extended a hand, but Kelly waved him off.
“Nope. Gonna do it.”
Seth grunted, uncertain, and rolled to his side.
“You’re embarrassednow?” Kelly shoved playfully at his shoulder. “Sorry,mijo.That boat has sailed.” He started rubbing the cloth along Seth’s stomach and groin, making observations as he went.
“And who gave you permission, that’s what I want to know.”
