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receive Dylan.
Dylan sat back on his heels and rolled a rubber on. He leaned forward, guiding his cock between Hayden's wide-spread legs. "If I hurt you, you tell me to stop," he said.
Hayden nodded. He reached down and gave his own erection a stroke as Dylan rubbed hard flesh back and forth over his wet entrance.
Hayden lifted his legs. He wrapped them around Dylan's back. Dylan kissed him as he pressed into him.
Their flesh stuck damply together. The head of his cock stretched Hayden open and he gasped, groaning, head thrown back. Dylan stayed still. He kissed Hayden on the throat and then rocked forward, sheathing himself inch by inch, waiting for Hayden to relax at every step.
Hayden's eyes were fiercely closed. He felt like he would split apart and yet at the same time… the stretch made his cock throb ever harder. The hard flesh in his ass was something Hayden had always wanted and had always denied himself. The way Dylan filled him made Hayden feel complete. He couldn't move or breathe. He hissed as Dylan drew back, impaled him again, stoking his insides into flame.
Hayden gripped at Dylan's back, his lover's flesh dewed with perspiration. He lifted his hips to meet Dylan's next thrust and Dylan groaned, kissed him, tongue tangling with his.
Hayden moved a hand between their bodies to capture his cock. He jerked off as Dylan took him all the way, pressing into him so deeply that Hayden cried out. But he held Dylan still as he tried to draw back, rocked against him as he pleasured himself with his own hand.
Dylan watched him. His eyes glowed golden in the lamplight. Hayden writhed and bucked, pushing down on Dylan's cock as he stroked himself.
Dylan's lips found his throat. He bit lightly, tongued the spot, then put a hand down over Hayden's, so they both worked his cock.
Hayden turned his mouth to Dylan's, gasped into it, grasped his muscular buttocks and pulled him forward, greedily taking him, noisy with every thrust.
The two men became a blur of movement, sweaty bodies sliding together, Hayden's cock straining, his ass clenching Dylan's cock as he felt himself start to blow.
"Oh God, oh God…"
The orgasm was so exquisite it was almost painful. Hayden bucked up, clinging, begging, his cock exploding white ribbons across his own body, spurting endlessly as Dylan pounded him, coming to his own climax with long, hard shudders.
Spent, both of them sank against the mattress, still kissing.
CHAPTER THREE
A phone shrilling in the still blackness awoke Hayden. He blinked, disoriented, as a dark figure shifted beside him, reaching over to the bedside table.
"Hello?" Dylan listened a moment. "Okay, I'm on my way."
Hayden reached out to still the lean figure that slid from the warm bed. "Hey." He knew it wasn't his wife he tried to coax back to bed, but his lover. Guilt had yet to intrude.
Dylan was busy pulling up boxers and pants. "I have to go out on a call. Go back to sleep." He took a sweater off the chair and pulled it on and then he left the room without another word.
Hayden lay listening to shuffles and bangs in the hall as Dylan put on his outdoor gear and boots before the door closed. A moment later an engine started outside and the car pulled away. Hayden fell back into deep sleep.
****
He didn't know how long Dylan had been gone when the bed dipped beside him and a cold body pressed against his.
"Jesus, you're freezing." Hayden pulled him close.
"It's minus fifteen out now."
"God." Hayden entwined his legs with Dylan's. His warm foot rubbed at a corresponding cold one. "How did it go?"
"Domestic disturbance, nothing to get excited about. Not looking like you're going to get out of here tomorrow, though."
Hayden didn't speak. Right at that moment, he couldn't bring himself to be too upset.
Dylan's hand smoothed down his back. He nosed Hayden's hair. Hayden felt the heat and length of him pressing against his thigh. He cuddled closer and was swiftly gone into sleep again.
****
Muffled
Dylan sat back on his heels and rolled a rubber on. He leaned forward, guiding his cock between Hayden's wide-spread legs. "If I hurt you, you tell me to stop," he said.
Hayden nodded. He reached down and gave his own erection a stroke as Dylan rubbed hard flesh back and forth over his wet entrance.
Hayden lifted his legs. He wrapped them around Dylan's back. Dylan kissed him as he pressed into him.
Their flesh stuck damply together. The head of his cock stretched Hayden open and he gasped, groaning, head thrown back. Dylan stayed still. He kissed Hayden on the throat and then rocked forward, sheathing himself inch by inch, waiting for Hayden to relax at every step.
Hayden's eyes were fiercely closed. He felt like he would split apart and yet at the same time… the stretch made his cock throb ever harder. The hard flesh in his ass was something Hayden had always wanted and had always denied himself. The way Dylan filled him made Hayden feel complete. He couldn't move or breathe. He hissed as Dylan drew back, impaled him again, stoking his insides into flame.
Hayden gripped at Dylan's back, his lover's flesh dewed with perspiration. He lifted his hips to meet Dylan's next thrust and Dylan groaned, kissed him, tongue tangling with his.
Hayden moved a hand between their bodies to capture his cock. He jerked off as Dylan took him all the way, pressing into him so deeply that Hayden cried out. But he held Dylan still as he tried to draw back, rocked against him as he pleasured himself with his own hand.
Dylan watched him. His eyes glowed golden in the lamplight. Hayden writhed and bucked, pushing down on Dylan's cock as he stroked himself.
Dylan's lips found his throat. He bit lightly, tongued the spot, then put a hand down over Hayden's, so they both worked his cock.
Hayden turned his mouth to Dylan's, gasped into it, grasped his muscular buttocks and pulled him forward, greedily taking him, noisy with every thrust.
The two men became a blur of movement, sweaty bodies sliding together, Hayden's cock straining, his ass clenching Dylan's cock as he felt himself start to blow.
"Oh God, oh God…"
The orgasm was so exquisite it was almost painful. Hayden bucked up, clinging, begging, his cock exploding white ribbons across his own body, spurting endlessly as Dylan pounded him, coming to his own climax with long, hard shudders.
Spent, both of them sank against the mattress, still kissing.
CHAPTER THREE
A phone shrilling in the still blackness awoke Hayden. He blinked, disoriented, as a dark figure shifted beside him, reaching over to the bedside table.
"Hello?" Dylan listened a moment. "Okay, I'm on my way."
Hayden reached out to still the lean figure that slid from the warm bed. "Hey." He knew it wasn't his wife he tried to coax back to bed, but his lover. Guilt had yet to intrude.
Dylan was busy pulling up boxers and pants. "I have to go out on a call. Go back to sleep." He took a sweater off the chair and pulled it on and then he left the room without another word.
Hayden lay listening to shuffles and bangs in the hall as Dylan put on his outdoor gear and boots before the door closed. A moment later an engine started outside and the car pulled away. Hayden fell back into deep sleep.
****
He didn't know how long Dylan had been gone when the bed dipped beside him and a cold body pressed against his.
"Jesus, you're freezing." Hayden pulled him close.
"It's minus fifteen out now."
"God." Hayden entwined his legs with Dylan's. His warm foot rubbed at a corresponding cold one. "How did it go?"
"Domestic disturbance, nothing to get excited about. Not looking like you're going to get out of here tomorrow, though."
Hayden didn't speak. Right at that moment, he couldn't bring himself to be too upset.
Dylan's hand smoothed down his back. He nosed Hayden's hair. Hayden felt the heat and length of him pressing against his thigh. He cuddled closer and was swiftly gone into sleep again.
****
Muffled
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