Page 21 of The Chamber

“Relax for me,” Michael whispered, pressing his lips against the nape of Kenneth’s neck. “I promise you’ll love it.”

As Michael slid one finger inside Kenneth, the sensation caused a mixture of pleasure and slight discomfort. Kenneth focused on his breathing, trying to relax and allow Michael to explore further. Slowly, his body began to yield, and the tension that coiled tightly in his muscles dissipated.

“See? You’re doing so well, Kenneth,” Michael praised, adding a second finger and gently stretching him open. “Just breathe through it.”

The warmth in Michael’s voice broke down the barriers that Kenneth built around himself from the moment his boots hit the ground in Iraq, and he melted into the loving touch.

As Michael continued to prepare him, his thoughts drifted into the clouds, replaced by the soothing rhythm of their bodies moving together.

“Are you ready?” Michael asked, his voice thick with desire.

“Please,” Kenneth whispered, unable to muster more than a single word. “Please—“

Michael reached for a condom, sheathing his cock before aligning himself with Kenneth’s entrance. Their eyes met in an unspoken understanding before Michael pushed forward, slowly filling Kenneth with his thick, heavy cock.

A moan escaped Kenneth’s lips as he felt Michael’s cock stretch him open, their bodies locked together in an intimate embrace. Michael’s hands found Kenneth’s, weaving their fingers together and grounding him as he adjusted to the sensation.

“Look at me, Kenneth,” Michael instructed, his voice steady and reassuring. “You’re mine, remember?”

“Yours,” Kenneth echoed. “Only yours.”

Each thrust was measured and precise as Michael began to move, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Kenneth’s body. Their connection deepened with every touch, every kiss, every caress exchanged.

“Never felt this way before,” Kenneth confessed, his voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.

“Then let yourself feel it now,” Michael urged, his hand cradling Kenneth’s face. “Let yourself have this.”

The firelight flickered across the room, casting a warm glow on their entwined bodies. Michael’s hand reached around and gently encircled Kenneth’s cock, his firm grip sending shivers down Kenneth’s spine. As they rocked together, Michael’s thrusts grew in intensity and purpose, driving deeper and deeper.

“Michael,” Kenneth gasped, his eyes glazed with pleasure, “I—I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Let go,” Michael urged against his ear, his breath hot. “Give yourself to me completely.”

Kenneth’s moaned as a torrent of sensation and emotion overwhelmed him. He focused on Michael’s touch, the feel of his fingers wrapped tightly around his shaft, stroking him in rhythm with each powerful thrust. His entire body began to tremble as the pressure built, his orgasm drawing nearer with every heartbeat.

“Please, Michael,” Kenneth choked out, his voice breaking. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” Michael promised, slamming into Kenneth with renewed enthusiasm. “I’ll take you there.”

Their bodies collided, sweat mingling as they moved, their carnal moans filling the air. Kenneth clung to Michael, his nails digging into his partner’s muscular shoulders, feeling the world slipping away beneath the onslaught of pleasure.

And then, suddenly, it all crested. Kenneth’s body arched off the bed as his climax tore through him, consuming him entirely. His cock pulsed in Michael’s grasp, spurting rope after rope of white cum onto his heaving chest. The intensity of Kenneth’s orgasm sent Michael to the edge. He buried his cock deep inside Kenneth one final time before shuddering with his own release.

“God, Michael—I—I—oh, fuck,” Kenneth panted, his limbs heavy and spent.

“Stay with me,” Michael whispered, kissing Kenneth’s forehead. “Let me shower pleasure over you.”

True to his word, Michael continued to pleasure his partner. He gently disentangled himself from Kenneth and guided him to an attached bathroom. A warm, lavender-scented bath awaited them, the fragrant steam promising relaxation and comfort.

“Come on,” Michael urged, helping Kenneth into the tub. “Let’s wash away the world and just—be. Only the two of us—alone.”

Kenneth felt a profound sense of peace settle over him as they sank into the soothing water. In the intimate space, somewhere far away from the rest of the world, with Michael’s strong arms wrapped around him, he could forget the scars of his past and enjoy the loving embrace.

For the first time in his life, Kenneth allowed himself to believe in the possibility of healing, of finding peace in another’s touch. And it was all thanks to Michael.

TEN

BETRAYAL

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