Chapter 3 #2
Qylar led him behind the glass enclosure and under the spray. He reached for a bottle of body wash and a clean washcloth before kneeling at Kenji’s feet. Kenji inwardly gasped at the sight of the big man on his knees. As tall as he was, Qylar still came up to his chest.
Dumbfounded, he watched as Qylar washed away the sweat and baby powder from his legs, his touch gentle and oh so seductive.
No man had ever washed his body and definitely not from a place of reverence.
He coaxed Kenji to turn before washing the backs of his legs—and then his ass.
When a bare fingertip traced just outside his hole, Kenji moaned and arched his back.
He leaned forward, giving Qylar better access.
Nonverbal permission.
His palms rested on the cool, blue tiles, his bottom lifted. Qylar slowly outlined the puckered flesh before his fingertip lingered at the entrance.
“Can I go deeper, Kenji?”
“Yes please,” Kenji breathed out on a sigh of pleasure.
One of Qylar’s thick fingers crowded inside him, opening his tight hole. He hissed at the feel of it, his body trembling. The caress hovered between pleasure and pain.
“Oh, you are tight, aren’t you?” Qylar asked, his voice low.
Heat filled Kenji’s cheeks. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Qylar whispered. “It just means I get to play longer to get you ready.”
Kenji jolted when Qylar’s tongue first touched him.
He laid a hot path around the outside rim.
Another tremble took hold, inundating him.
Qylar withdrew his finger and his tongue took over, lapping at his hole.
Kenji moaned, savoring the taboo touch. He hadn’t been rimmed properly in some time, and from the firm pressure of Qylar’s tongue, he sensed he might be in for a wild ride.
As the minutes passed, his prediction was proven accurate.
His moans echoed against the shower walls.
He pushed back against Qylar’s hungry mouth, his thighs shaking.
Qylar reached around him and stroked his cock.
The other hand held his cheeks open wide for that remarkable tongue.
He wasn’t sure how long they stayed in that shower while Qylar feasted on his ass.
All he knew was his fingertips had long turned to prunes when he stood on the brink of an orgasm threatening to shatter him to pieces.
When it engulfed him, he struggled against the sensation for a second before releasing a roar.
Kenji drowned in bliss, submerged by overwhelming pleasure.
His body shook out of control, and his legs buckled.
Qylar caught him and kept him from hitting the tiled floor, his tongue still working his hole through the motion.
As soon as Qylar moved his mouth away, Kenji could finally breathe.
The next thing he knew, he was splayed across Qylar’s bed on his back, his body and hair soaking wet.
Qylar disappeared for a second before returning with a huge bottle of lube.
He quickly coated between Kenji’s cheeks.
Instead of diving right in, he used his fingers to further prime Kenji’s hole, taking his sweet time to open him.
Kenji writhed under Qylar’s questing fingers, rolling his hips to get them deeper and deeper.
Before long, he was rock hard again and aching with the need to come.
When he wasn’t sure he could wait another second, he whimpered.
Qylar removed his fingers and crawled between Kenji’s splayed thighs, as if he’d understood the need in that sound.
“Ready for me?”
Kenji could barely speak. He nodded and mumbled, “um-hmm,” between gasps for air to fill his burning lungs.
Qylar tore open a foil packet and slid a condom down his length with a practiced motion. More lube was added, coating them both well. The second the head of his cock pressed against Kenji’s hole, he whimpered again. He needed Qylar inside him with a desperation he’d never experienced in his life.
Painfully slow, Qylar drove into him. Inch by luscious inch. The thick impalement bordered on pain, but Qylar had taken his time to ensure Kenji felt none. Deeper and deeper it went until he hit the back wall.
“Oh, god,” Kenji muttered, never having felt so full in his life. His body was no longer his own. It was reformed for Qylar’s need.
“Are you okay?” Qylar asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kenji nodded, meeting Qylar’s gaze. “Yeah… I’m okay.”
“Good,” Qylar replied, the corners of his lips curling up. He pulled one of Kenji’s legs up onto his shoulder and stared at where their bodies linked. “You look so fucking hot right now… taking nearly every inch of me.”
Kenji trembled, barely holding on. “I want it all…”
“That’ll take practice, baby. Give me time and I’m sure we can get it all the way in.”
Time? They didn’t have time, but the suggestion they did fueled his excitement. Even if it was only said in the moment.
“Fuck… you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
Kenji grinned, glad Qylar was enjoying himself. “Score one for the inexperienced guy.”
“Oh, you’re earning more than one point,” Qylar said. He closed his eyes and withdrew an inch before sliding back in. A moan tore from his throat, and an expression bordering on pain flashed over his handsome face. “Kenji… this is… so hot. You feel so good.”
He reopened his eyes, and their gazes quickly locked. Qylar pulled almost all the way out before slowly thrusting deep again. Kenji gasped, struggling for breath. He sucked in air when Qylar pulled out again.
He soon set a languid pace, teasing Kenji with a couple of rapid strokes here and there before returning to his unhurried ones. It was torture and temptation rolled into one. Before long, Kenji whimpered, a plea falling from his lips.
“Please… I need more…”
More speed. More power. More everything.
Qylar groaned. He lowered to both hands and hovered a few inches above Kenji, that leg still hooked on his shoulder. “Whatever you need, baby.”
Kenji’s fingers fisted in the bedding as Qylar’s cock punched deep inside him.
He held on, his body being pushed higher on the bed with each and every thrust. Squirming under Qylar, he groaned, punctuating each hard surge.
Kenji reached down and gripped the base of his hard cock and yanked, stroking himself to the rapid rhythm Qylar set.
Qylar held his gaze as their bodies came together, refusing to let it go.
Not until he leaned down and captured Kenji’s mouth, swallowing a steady stream of whines along with those kisses.
A sheen of sweat coated them both, their need driving them hard. Their bodies rocked against one another, as if they’d done this a million times before.
He’d said they’d be fine, no matter their size differences, and he’d been right.
They fit like they’d always meant to be bound together as one.
Kenji watched a myriad of emotions crossing over Qylar’s face, struggling to tell them all apart from one another.
There was pleasure there, of course… and the edge of pain they rode so close to…
but there was something more. He knew he was only deceiving himself to think a near stranger felt anything outside of longing, but a little lie in the heat of the moment was something he’d give into, if only for a little while.
He told himself that there was adoration in Qylar’s eyes… that tonight was only the first before a lifetime they’d share together. Kenji’s breath hitched at the idea of being loved and treasured by someone. Of sharing a life together and sharing passions.
Kenji doled out liquid courage every night and watched men leave in pairs and trios, unrestrained need burning in their eyes.
He usually went home alone, stinking of beer and often ended up listening through the paper-thin walls as Tacoma had his insides rearranged by some bear.
His lonely nights, watching others find love and lust, were getting to him.
He wanted a man for his very own. One like those in his fantasies.
One who’d be his champion. His protector.
Kenji had never had that before.
A few had promised it but failed to provide. Most, he’d known the lie as soon as it had left their lips, but a couple had lasted longer than expected and built hope within his heart—only to tear it apart by the end.
Pretending was simpler. It might hurt for a minute after he left, but his heart would remain intact.
“I love you,” Kenji whispered.
Qylar’s eyes widened. Two seconds later, he stiffened, his back bowing as he roared.
Hot jets filled Kenji, and the spasming of Qylar’s cock sent him over the edge.
Kenji saw stars seconds before he joined Qylar, groaning as he came a second time that night.
His cock erupted over his stomach, a string of the sticky seed hanging from tip to bellybutton.
His body softened after the orgasm’s tension faded. Qylar’s arms shook as he stared down, panting. “You love me?”
Kenji’s already warm face grew hotter. “I love… what you were doing to me.”
“Hmmm…”
“You can’t hold what I said seconds before coming against me.”
Qylar smiled down at him. “If you say so.”
He slowly withdrew. A second later, Qylar gasped.
“What?” Kenji asked, rising on his elbows when he had no strength to move at all.
“The condom broke,” Qylar said, his voice low and filled with concern.
His gaze flicked to Kenji’s, alarm in his eyes.
“I’m disease free,” Kenji said. A thread of worry filled him. “You?”
“I was tested recently,” Qylar replied, frowning. “No diseases and I always wear condoms.”
Kenji sighed with relief. “Then we should be okay. Right?”
“Yeah,” Qylar said.
Something in his tone made Kenji grow nervous again.
“We are good, right?”
Qylar nodded. He leaned over the side of the bed and discarded the condom before climbing out of it and walking to the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later, drying his hands on a small towel he soon tossed to the floor. He lay down beside Kenji, silent and staring up at the ceiling.