Chapter 16 #2
“Fucker.” Zenko yanked his head back again with another sharp tug of his hair, sending fresh sparks of pain skittering down his neck. “Think you can just?—”
Shaun twisted his wrist, dragging his fist up in a brutal stroke, and cut him off.
Zenko’s breath came in a sharp hiss, his hips jolting forward, the rough canvas of his BDUs rasping against Shaun’s wrist. “Christ?—”
Shaun leered, then shoved his pants. There wasn’t time to go hunting for the bottle of lube he had somewhere in the room, but he’d make do.
He slicked Zenko’s cock with his spit, and growled when Zenko bent down, grabbed his thighs, and hauled him up and pinned him against the wall with his own weight.
The impact knocked the breath from his lungs again, but he didn’t care. He wrapped his legs tight around Zenko’s waist.
“I thought you were too old to fuck against the wall,” he taunted between pants, heat coiling low in his gut.
“Not today, I’m not, asshole,” Zenko snarled in response, grinding against him hard enough to make his vision blur. Blunt pressure followed as he shoved into him with one brutal thrust.
Shaun’s back arched, his head slamming against the wall as he was split open on the searing heat of Zenko’s cock.
This time Zenko didn’t do any of the slow building of the fires that had made him insane in Turkey.
There was no working him open, or preparing for the unforgiving stretch and burn as Zenko buried himself to the hilt.
The friction was so intense Shaun saw white behind his eyelids.
“Mother—” His voice broke, the word dissolving into a ragged groan.
Zenko’s teeth scraped his throat as he pulled back, only to drive in again, harder this time. The bite of pain was sharp and grounding.
“Is this what you were pushing for?” His hips pistoned, and the slap of skin-on-skin filled the room, loud enough to drown out everything else. “It’s yours, take it.”
Shaun dragged his nails down Zenko’s back, the fabric of his shirt tearing under the force.
He didn’t care or give a damn about anything except the punishing rhythm, the way Zenko hit deep on every thrust, the way his own cock ached between them, neglected and leaking against his stomach.
He bit down on Zenko’s shoulder to stifle a groan.
“You don’t get to walk away,” Zenko panted against his ear, “Not from me. Not when we’re talking about important shit.”
He dug his fingers into the muscle of Zenko’s arms until the bastard grunted, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Then fucking make me stay.”
Zenko snapped his hips forward, harder, grinding deep with every thrust, and Shaun saw stars. “That’s what I’m doing, baby. That’s what I’m doing.”
Shaun’s entire body shuddered, the coil in his gut tightening until it was unbearable.
Zenko worked him over with ruthless efficiency, his own breathing ragged, hot puffs of air ghosting over Shaun’s collarbone.
The wood panels bit into his skin with each bruising thrust. Zenko’s grip on his thighs was iron-tight, but Shaun barely registered the sting.
Not when Zenko was driving into him like he wanted to figure out how to blur the lines between where one ended and the other began.
Every snap of his hips dragged ragged moans from them.
Shaun’s nails scraped down Zenko’s shoulders, and he could feel the shudder that rolled through his body.
Zenko snarled, biting down on his exposed throat hard enough to leave a mark, before his tongue soothed the ache.
“Still think you can walk?” Zenko growled, his voice rough with exertion.
He shifted his angle slightly, and Shaun’s breath hitched as the next thrust dragged over that spot inside him, sending lightning up his spine.
“By the time we’re done, if you’re walking, every step’s gonna remind you that you fucking belong with me. Period.”
“Fuck—” Shaun arched, his back bowing off the wall. He tightened his legs around his waist, trying to force him deeper. His cock throbbed between them, the head dragging against Zenko’s abs with every movement.
“Stroke your cock for me.” Zenko growled, “Now. “
He wrapped his hand around himself, squeezing just right, maybe even a little too tight, and gave himself a rough stroke, then another. His thumb swiped over the slit, spreading precum in a slick glide that made him squirm.
Damn it, Shaw, if you keep clenching your ass like that, this is going to be over way too fucking soon.”
A ragged noise tore from his throat, half-snarl, half-moan. “Zen—fuck?—”
Zenko’s answering grin was pure wickedness, his pace never faltering. He slammed into Shaun with relentless precision, the muscles in his arms corded with the strain of holding them both up.
The slap of skin and the creak of the wood beneath them were obscene.
It was loud, and messy, and Shaun didn’t give a damn who heard.
He tilted his head back against the wall, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts, as his entire body coiled tight under Zenko’s hands.
The pressure in his gut threatened to tip him over, and when Zenko stroked him deep inside just so— it sent sparks of neediness through every fiber of his being.
The wall groaned under their combined weight as Zenko drove into him again, the force of it rattling the frame of the house. Shaun’s fingers clung to Zenko’s neck hard enough to leave marks.
Good.
If Zenko wanted to fuck him through the wall, then he would make damn sure the bastard remembered who he was dealing with. He bared his teeth in a snarl and slammed his hips down to meet Zenko’s thrusts, each snap of his pelvis sending sparks of pain and pleasure racing up his spine.
“You think this will break me?” He rasped. “You think I haven’t had worse?”
Zenko’s lips crashed against his with bruising force, his tongue pushing into his mouth like he was trying to carve his anger into Shaun’s skin. Shaun kissed him back just as hard, all teeth and spit and fury, letting the sting of Zenko’s rough handling fuel the fire burning in his veins.
Zenko pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth. “I will be the last person you fuck.” He pulled almost all the way out and swiveled his hips, using the head of his cock to stretch Shaun’s ass, before slamming back in to the hilt. “And no more fucking secrets.”
Shaun laughed and rolled his hips down, forcing Zenko deeper. “Secrets are what we do, asshole. They are part of the fabric of our world.”
Zenko’s breath hitched a fraction, just enough for Shaun to feel the control slipping between them for half a second. But then Zenko recovered, surging forward, pinning him harder against the wall as his hips moved in ruthless rhythm.
Shaun’s skull thumped against the drywall. His breath came in sharp bursts, and his skin burned where Zenko’s hands pinned him in place. He was being dragged to the edge, his cock leaking in his hand as he stroked in time with Zenko’s thrusts. His entire body vibrated with the need for more.
“That all you got?” he ground out, voice wrecked.
Zenko’s hands tightened, but Shaun didn’t care. He wanted everything. Wanted the proof of how much this man made him insane burned into his skin. Zenko bared his teeth. “You want me to break you?”
Shaun grinned, dark and wild, pleasure and pain twisting together in his gut. “Try it, Frog boy.”
A sharp thrust sent shockwaves through him. Zenko’s body was a furnace against him. Shaun’s fingers tightened around himself, the strokes rough and fast as he chased the growing pressure threatening to boil over.
Zenko’s movements paused. His breath was ragged in Shaun’s ear. “You don’t walk away from me. You don’t shut me out.”
“Like I said…” Shaun’s laugh was half a moan. “Make me stay then.”
Zenko rose to the challenge and fucked him harder—harder—until Shaun was seeing white, until the friction stole his breath.
Until the only thing that existed was Zenko’s body driving into him and the raw, unfiltered need burning between them.
His orgasm hit him like a wrecking ball, tearing through him with brutal force.
His back arched, and he sank his teeth into Zenko’s shoulder to muffle the shout building in his chest.
Shaun slumped against the wall, lungs screaming for air, his muscles trembling. All the built-up tension he’d been struggling to contain leached out of him. He winced when Zenko shifted his grip on him, and his cock slid free.
Zenko’s voice was rough, as he lowered Shaun’s legs to the ground, but stayed in front of him, crowding him against the wall. “We’re not done.”
Shaun smirked. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
For a long moment, neither of them moved as Zenko searched his eyes. “Tell me what happened.”
“Noble is commandeering me for a mission he has coming up.” That was all Zenko was getting from him until Noble briefed his own team.
Even pissed as he was, and even though he was damn sure Noble would be discussing the mission with Zenko within minutes, classified intel wasn’t his to pass along.
Shaun had spent too many years straddling the lines between what he could say, what he couldn’t, and what someone else might figure out if they knew how to listen.
Right now, he hoped like hell Zenko was as adept at reading between those lines as he was at knocking him off balance when he least expected it.
Fuck, he was tired. His forehead dropped against Zenko’s chest, and for once he didn’t give himself shit for leaning into him.
He could hear the steady beat of Zenko’s heart through his T-shirt, and right then it felt considerably easier to stand there and listen to it than to keep carrying everything that had been dumped on him since he’d walked into that fucking tea house.
“You don’t want to work with me, Shaun?”
He frowned against Zenko’s chest. Of all the things he’d expected the asshole to take from what he’d said, that wasn’t one of them.