Chapter 32 #2
“That I do.” He struggled to keep his eyes open when Zenko dropped to his knees in front of him.
Drunk or high, take your pick. Either would be a decent way to describe what the sight of Zenko Marks on his knees for him did to his heart and balls.
He could close his eyes and let the whole fucking world spin on past them, and it wouldn’t matter because Zenko would still be the only thing he saw.
The sudden pull of his cock into Zenko’s mouth dragged a guttural moan from deep inside him.
A soft, rumbling chuckle vibrated around his cock as Zenko’s fingers moved his balls aside and reached between his thighs.
Those fingers toyed with the sensitive skin around his rim before pushing firmly inside him.
Fuck!
He loved that first burn of being breached, the stretch tightening his balls as another drop leaked from the head of his cock.
Zenko hummed around him, the vibration running through his dick hard enough to have him locking his knees to stay upright.
Zenko worked his mouth over his cock, exploring and tasting him as the pressure inside him built.
He gripped the edge of the countertop behind him, fighting the urge to bury his fingers in Zenko’s hair while his man sucked and slurped on his dick.
Damn it, if he moved his hands, Zen would stop, and there was no fucking way he wanted that to happen.
Watching Zen’s head rise and fall over his cock was almost as erotic as everything the man’s mouth was doing to him. “You are way too good at that.”
Zenko worked his fingers inside him, shifting and scissoring them before pulling his mouth off Shaun’s dick with a pop. “You still have my cum in you from when I fucked you last night.”
“Yeah.” He knew he wouldn’t need much lube after how careful Zenko had been last night. “You used nearly half the damn bottle of KY, too.” His hips shifted in time with Zenko’s hand.
“It had been a while. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Baby, that kind of pain...” He held Zenko’s gaze. “That reminds me you’re still alive. That kind of pain, I fucking love.”
Sexy satisfaction glimmered from Zenko’s eyes. “You want me inside you?”
“Fuck yes.” He didn’t give a shit that he was almost begging. Right now, he needed Zenko to remind him they had the rest of their lives to do this.
Do what?
Fuck?
Have sex?
Make love?
His fingernails dug into the marble when Zenko pressed a soft kiss to the base of his dick.
Yup, all of that!
“Turn around.”
Zenko crowded against him, their bodies scraping together as he turned. He pressed kisses across Shaun’s shoulders before catching his hands and placing them flat on the countertop. “I need you.”
He shuddered at the raw want in Zenko’s voice. “I won’t break, Zen. Take what you need.”
Zenko pressed a soft kiss to the spot just behind his ear, the one place guaranteed to make him forget every damn thing, including his own name. His hands closed around Shaun’s hips and pulled them back against him.
He lowered his upper body until his nipple scraped against the cold marble, his arm knocking the coffee mug to the floor.
Thank fuck for travel mugs that don’t shatter.
They could clean up the spilled coffee later.
Right now, as much as he worshiped at the altar of the coffee gods, it didn’t come close to his need for what his guy was doing to him.
Zenko’s hands massaging his ass were making him crazy. He pushed back into them.
“Please.”
Zenko pressed a finger into his tight ass, and they both hissed at the contact. “So fucking hot laid out like this for me.”
“Jesus, Zen, get your dick inside me now before you’re the one laid out for me.” A groan broke through the last few words.
Zenko worked his fingers in and out, stretching him way too fucking slowly for his liking.
Does Zenko not get it?
He was so close to blowing his damn load that he needed him inside him now.
“Damn it, Z?—”
Zenko cut him off by pressing the head of his dick to his hole and pushing inside. Shaun squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on his lip, trapping the needy sound already climbing his throat. He pushed back, refusing to give Zenko the chance to go slow. He didn’t want soft and easy. He needed more.
“Gimme.”
Zenko swept his hand down his back, stroking slowly over his skin and lighting up every freaking nerve he had. “Easy, love, I’m not going anywhere.”
He reveled in the stretch and burn of Zenko’s dick filling his ass.
Love?
Holy fuck, he loved the sound of that.
The burn gave way to steady pressure as Zenko buried himself to the root. “Mine.”
“Yeah, always.”
Zenko leaned over him again, his weight pressing Shaun into the marble countertop.
“Yours.” The word came out on a huff of air against his ear. Zenko flexed his hips, pulling his dick back only a little before slamming deep into Shaun again and dragging a groan from both of them. “So fucking good... Love the way you squeeze my dick so tight.”