Chapter 32 #3
“Ahh, fuck, Zen. That feels amazing.” Zenko’s heart hammered against his back, hard enough for him to feel every frantic beat. Cool marble pressed against his front while Zenko’s body burned hot against his back.
Damn, that’s so fucking good.
He turned his head, searching for Zenko’s mouth, and a happy sound escaped when his guy kissed him long and deep while their hips kept moving together. His dick bumped against the cupboard beneath the counter as he tore his mouth away from Zenko’s.
“Harder... Let me feel you.”
Zenko pulled his cock out almost to the head before slamming forward and burying himself deep in Shaun’s ass. Every hard thrust that followed drove him against the counter until Zenko tightened his hands around his hips and changed the angle.
The next thrust hit exactly where he needed it, dragging a broken moan from his throat.
“Jesus, right there... Fuck.”
Zenko did exactly as he’d asked and pounded into him with everything he had. Every rough breath against Shaun’s shoulder told him how close his man was getting, as did the first falter in Zenko’s rhythm before he dragged it back under control.
“Fuck, Shaw.” Zenko’s voice broke against his ear.
“You need to come soon, babe. I’m trying to wait for you, but I’m fucking losing it.
” Zenko reached beneath him, gathering the precum leaking from his cock before wrapping his fist around Shaun’s dick.
He worked his hand up and down in time with his thrusts, and Shaun’s fingers tightened against the countertop as their moans and ragged breathing filled the kitchen.
Zenko’s body tightened against his back, every hard thrust telling him exactly how close his man was.
“Come for me, Shaun.” Zenko ground the words through clenched teeth, his breath hot against Shaun’s skin.
“Yes… Need… Fuck.”
“Now, Shaun.” Zenko’s hand tightened around his dick as he sped up his hips, thrusting faster and deeper.
“Ohh.” His muscles locked, his cock swelling and jerking in Zenko’s fist as his orgasm tore through him. Hot cum spilled over Zenko’s fingers and splattered against the cupboard doors before running down Shaun’s thighs as his ass clenched hard around Zenko.
“Shaun.” His name came out of Zenko on a broken groan.
Zenko’s hips stuttered the instant Shaun’s muscles clamped around his dick.
His hands closed around Shaun’s shoulders hard enough to tell him his man was right there with him.
Zenko drove into him again, whatever control he had left disappearing as his breathing broke apart against Shaun’s neck.
Zenko doubled over him when he came, his whole body going rigid against his back before a long shudder worked through him. He stayed exactly where he was, braced against the counter while Zenko dragged air into his lungs.
“Fuck.” Zenko’s forehead dropped between Shaun’s shoulder blades. “Need air.”
He smiled against the cool marble beneath his cheek. Zenko’s chest heaved against his back as he tried to catch his breath, and the small twitch of his dick still buried inside him pulled another groan from him. “Don’t fucking do that unless you’re planning on round two.”
Zenko went still for a second before a breathless laugh warmed Shaun’s back. “That’s the fucked-up thing. I think I could.”
He turned his head as far as their position allowed. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” Zenko pressed a lazy kiss between his shoulder blades. “Never wanted to go again while I was still buried inside someone after the first round before. Then again, pretty much everything with you seems to be a fucking first.”
Something warm settled beneath his ribs that had nothing to do with what they’d just done. He reached back until his fingers found Zenko’s hip and held on.
Zenko kissed his shoulder again. “Never used to give much of a crap whether the other guy came as hard as I did either.”
“Wow.” He snorted, even as the admission landed somewhere far deeper than the teasing deserved. “Romantic bastard, aren’t you?”
“Only for you.”
Zenko began to pull carefully out of him, the movement dragging a low sound from his throat. He paused immediately until Shaun relaxed before finishing the withdrawal. A second later, the towel discarded earlier brushed over his skin as Zenko started cleaning him up.
“You still alive?”
“Nope.” His cheek stayed pressed to the countertop, his eyelids heavy as he watched Zenko. He winced when the towel rubbed over his hole. “Fuck.”
Zenko’s hand froze. “I hurt you?”
“Not in any way I didn’t fucking love.” He forced his legs to work and pushed himself upright before reaching for Zen. “I promise.” The words disappeared against Zenko’s chest as his man wrapped both arms around him and held him close. A happy sigh slipped out as he settled into the embrace.
“Shower with me?”
“Yeah.” He glanced wistfully at the mess made by the spilled coffee. “Then we’ve got to go and get more. The human population does not need to deal with the hazard of us without caffeine.”
“Fabulous.” Zenko caught his hand and started pulling him toward the hall. “C’mon, maybe we can re-christen the shower before we go.”