Page 82 of Sycopation
“Zav...” He whispered the name like a plea and a prayer and a curse all wrapped into one.
Finally Zavier let up, but only to spit and slide a digit—from the stretch, his thumb—inside Ray. “Shh.” He worked Ray’s ass, stroking and pressing until Ray was gnawing at his fist again, trying to remain silent. But the grunts and groans slipped out anyway. “So needy, aren’t you?” Zavier purred the words, soft and low.
Eventually, he quit finger—or thumb—fucking him, and the sound of a condom wrapper ripping filtered over the thrum of the bus’s motor. He spread cool lube into Ray’s crack and ass, igniting pinpricks over his back. The thick head of Zavier’s cock nudged against his entrance.
Please. Please fuck me already. Screaming it out was out of the question, so he pressed his forehead into the seat cushion and mouthed his knuckle. He was so far gone, he’d probably shoot the moment Zavier stroked him. Or hit his prostate.
“Give me your hands, Ray.” Murmured words. Zavier took hold of the one still behind Ray’s back—and waited.
He was loath to give it up, but did, offering it at the small of his back. Zavier took the other and brought the wrists together.
“Very good.” He thrust forward, driving his cock into Ray.
The burn. The stretch, then the utter joy of being filled. He did groan, not loudly, but enough to elicit a pleased grunt from Zavier, who pulled out and plunged in again.
Being split by Zavier’s dick was even better now than the first time. Sharp, rapid thrusts drove breath from Ray’s lungs and burned against the bruises from Zavier’s spankings. He squirmed with the sharp bursts of heat against his flesh, and torment turned to color and light in his vision.
Oh yeah, he’d feel this in the morning. Love it, too. Loved it right now. He pressed back into Zavier’s thrusts, meeting his rhythm until they were one quick beat. Synchronized and perfect, just like on stage.
“Fuck, Ray,” Zavier murmured, his voice tight. He shifted his grip on Ray’s wrists, catching them with one hand. The other Zavier wrapped around Ray’s dick.
Sparks of bliss and agony burst in Ray’s blood. He whimpered. Didn’t mean to, but his balls ached and his spine was on fire and he was going to come in an instant. Took every bit he had not to spill over Zavier’s hand then and there.
Zavier leaned over him, weighing him down, whispering into his ear. “You wanna come so bad, don’t you? But you won’t. Not yet.”
He stroked Ray harder, and Ray squeezed his eyes closed. Red and white halos flashed in his vision. He was gonna die here. Burst something. He couldn’t even plead. It was all he could do to suck down air and rock back on Zavier’s cock.
The thrusts ramped up, as did Zavier’s hand, and it was fucking perfect—brutal and yet tender. Ray spun between the poles of desire and agony and his whole world tunneled down to color and sound and light.
“Now, Ray.”
His orgasm raked through him. Someone gasped—maybe him. Probably him. Then everything hazed and sparked until he couldn’t see or hear. Zavier thrust deep, groaning as he came, then stilled and lay over him. He wanted to stay that way forever, but a moment later, Zavier pulled out and let go of Ray’s wrists.
“Hey.” Zavier whispered the word into his ear.
Ray tried to reply, but it came out as a croak. His head swam in light and darkness and pleasure. Buzzed like being drunk. He swam though the overwhelming feelings, trying to find his way back to coherency.
Hard, especially since he liked being here—fucked into oblivion.
Hands on his body again, this time to turn him to his side and straighten his body out. Zavier crouched in front of him. “Green, yellow, or red?” Concern there.
“Green,” Ray murmured. So much so. “That was...incredible.”
“Not too much?” Zavier stroked his hair.
“No.” His voice was breath. “Never too much. Perfect.” He licked his lips. “You fuck me like no one else ever has.”
He couldn’t tell if it was delight or sadness that flickered over Zavier’s face. He leaned in and kissed Ray’s forehead. “Man, you’ve had shitty lovers.”
He shrugged. “Not shitty. Just not you. No one’s ever pushed me like that. Or asked me what I wanted before we even started. Most just want me to get them off, you know? Or maybe I was the shitty lover, only out for myself.” Yeah, that could’ve been it, too. God, he was an asshole.
Zavier murmured against his forehead, “I’ll take care of you, Ray. Fuck you nice and good. Teach you how to please me.”
He relaxed into Zavier’s embrace. “I don’t want to be a burden. I’m such a burden.”
“You’re no such thing.” Zavier chuckled. “And it’s not like I’m being entirely altruistic by upending you and ramming your ass until I come.”
Okay, there was that. “Will you—will you tie me down someday?”
